Time for the next chapter! I'd like EVERYONE who reads this chapter to kindly leave a review. I've only gotten one, and I'm beginning to wonder if this story is just a waste of time. I know I'm nagging, but I'd really like to know what y'all are thinking. Well, I've done enough blabbing, so on to the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.

-John Lennon

Simba let out a deep sigh as he approached the office of his father. He was wearing a plain green t-shirt, blue jeans, and was carrying a large travel bag. He was about to knock when he heard two voices on the inside.

"Taka! How dare you corrupt my son with your filthy philosophy!"

"The nation is already in ruins and I can't let it escalate any further! Plus, unlike you, I actually care about what kind of person my nephew is going to be!"

"You bitchy maggot! He's my son, not yours! By default, I know what is right for him."

"Obviously not! You want your son to be a ruthless dictator like yourself?"

"You son a bitch! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION YOUR KING?"

"I question you because you are NOT my king. You are a tyrant, and an obstacle to human rights."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS!"

"Well then there is something seriously wrong with you, and your philosophy."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Simba stood by the door now completely petrified with shock and horror. Suddenly, the knob turned, opening the door, and King Mufasa stormed out completely ignoring his son. The prince tip-toed inside, terrified for what he might see. His intuition was correct. Sprawled on the floor and lying in his own blood lay Taka. Three bullet holes were apparent in his chest.

The young prince ran to his uncle's side, praying for just a small spark of life. There was none, and for the second time in just two days, Simba cried next to a dead body. After a half hour of letting his emotions out, the prince stood up. His clothing was stained with blood. By looking deep into his eyes, all you could see was hate and determination.

The prince sprinted back to his room to prepare. He dyed his auburn hair black, and buzzed it from shoulder length all the way down to where he was almost bald. He changed out of his bloodstained clothes. Now, he wore a grey sweatshirt his uncle had given him, and he also put on a different pair of jeans. Then, he began writing his note. After three hours of pondering, tears, and effort, the note was complete.

Dear Mother and Mufasa,

I have left the Pridelands in the hope of finding a better future for myself. For the first time, I visited the outer city and I was aghast with what I saw. I was considering leaving even then, but the ruthless murder of Uncle Taka was the last straw. I'm ashamed to be the future of a tyranny such as this, and I need a new start. But don't get me wrong, I WILL RETURN, and when I do, the reign of Mufasa II will have met its end.

Your ex-son,

Simba

Simba folded up the letter, placed it beside his bed, picked up his travel bag, and left the building. Putting the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, the former prince took a last look at the bustling shops and industry around him, knowing just much of a lie all of it was. Slowly but surely, the clean shops and well-paved streets faded and were replaced with the poverty, desperation, disease, and death of the outer city.

"My entire life was a lie. I'm still having issues absorbing all of this."

Simba let out a sigh, and a single tear trickled down his left cheek. He had been forced to grow up so quickly. The three days since his carefree childhood felt like three decades. He tried not to look at the people strewn about the sidewalks, as all of them reminded him of the woman who died holding his hand.

Simba did not know where he was going, as he had been to these areas only once. All he knew is that he had to get to a port, and he had been told in geography that the nearest port to Pride Rock was forty miles to the southwest in a little town called Vikalta-Schlipots.

The boy looked at his compass, hoping it would lead him to his personal River Jordan.

That's all for now! I probably won't update until I get a few more reviews, so be sure to leave one after reading. I thank all of you very much for taking the time to read my story. Till next time!