A/N: Two chappies in one day!

"You know you'll become blind if you look at the sun any longer, kid. It's the sun. No big deal."

Tch, that's what Timon thinks. He doesn't know how much the sun reminds me of that certain someone. That certain lioness who I miss with all my heart. The sun is Nala.

Timon scoffs as I ignore him; I've never done that before. He just grunts and walks off, probably to eat more bugs. He can eat all the bugs he wants, I'm staying right here.

When I look at the sun, Nala's face enters mind. Not alwys good reasons why though.

Once, I looked at the sun and saw her face beaming down, her smile stetching, her face a world of happiness.

Another time, I saw her crying, tears down her fur; and it was my fault.

One time, I saw her face in a snarling position as other animals bullied me in the desert.

I wasn't the smartest lion around, but I knew something important.

The sun gives people protection.

Nala gives me protection.

The verdict?

The sun is Nala.

Nala is the sun.