Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, but here is the next chapter!! it's kinda short but i wanted to get it up :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion King nor Harry Potter
Three years later, the Pride Lands were returned to their former glory, maybe even better. All the herds returned and the village rejoiced for their king.
Rafiki stood on the peak of Pride Rock gathering the villagers. He lifted his arms to the skies, where the image of Mufasa was embedded in the sun-bathed clouds. A gust of wind blew around Rafiki, the spirit of Mufasa. The wind blew around the villagers, all of them knowing that the dead king was present in spirit. The people bowed at, not only Mufasa's spirit, but at Simba and Nala, who were walking to Rafiki, Nala holding something, rather someone, in her arms. Rafiki hugged them both, and Nala handed him the baby. Rafiki lifted the child above his head, presenting it to the village and kingdom. The wind blew above the villagers as they bowed to the new heir.
Mufasa smiled down on his new grandchild, and blew his spirit wind around it which it grabbed at playfully. It smiled to the sun and wind. Mufasa blew his wind around Simba and Nala, signifying his presence. Simba and Nala felt him in their hearts and smiled towards the heavens, towards Mufasa. Rafiki smiled as the wind engulfed him and the child.
Even the animals out in the savannah sensed their good kings presence, and reared as the wind blew around them. Thousands of white birds flew towards Pride Rock after being scared by the stomping of the animals. Rafiki looked up at the birds before lowering the child to hold in his arms. He took one finger, dipped in the juice of the fruit, and made one swipe across the baby's forehead. Nala picked up her child and hugged it. Simba put his arm around his wife and smiled down at his beautiful baby. Timon and Pumbaa were standing nearby.
"Ah, look at the little guy!" Timon cooed, "He's a chip off the old block! It'll be just like old times, buddy. And who do ya think is gonna raise him??"
"Uhh, his parents?" Pumbaa asked, Timon slid down his snout,
"Sure, sure get technical. But who's gonna teach him the really important stuff? Like how to dig for grubs, Hakuna Matata?" Pumbaa smiled and nodded his head,
"Yeah," he said,
"It'll be just like old times, just you, me, and the little guy!" Timon said excitedly. Rafiki, Nala, and Simba walked over to the best friends. Rafiki chuckled,
"It is a girl," he corrected,
"Girl," Timon revised, "GIRL?!" he and Pumbaa locked eyes before shouting "Oy!" and falling over.
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A thirteen-year-old girl bounded out onto the Rock overlooking the Pride Lands. She looked out to her father's kingdom and grinned. She wore a white tank top under a woven corset, however she was not betrothed yet. Her skirt was a reddish brown one, and she wore her hair in a bun, her wand sticking out of it. She spun around and began to run down Pride Rock When her father caught her.
"And where do you think your going?" Simba asked
"Dad!" she complained,
"Now I just want you to be careful, you know that," Simba said, "Careful you don't wander too far off of Pride Rock, careful of the elephants--"
"They can crush me, if I see any strangers, don't talk to them, come straight home, I know, I know,"
"Mind your father Kiara," Nala commented as she waked to stand next to her husband,
"Yes, mom," Kiara obeyed,
"And be sure to stay away from the outlands," Simba added. Zazu flew over on his broom, now Simba's advisor,
"Nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing liars, outsiders," he sneered,
"Zazu's right, you can't turn you back on them," Simba said,
"Why not?"
"Never mind," Simba waved his hand, :"Just run along now,"
"But dad," Kiara protested, curious,
Simba smiled at his daughter, and motioned his head for her to run along. Kiara hugged her parents and ran off, "But make sure you stay on the path I made for you!" he added "Yeah, yeah dad!" Kiara called over her shoulder, Simba sighed,
"Who does she remind you of?" Nala asked Simba,
"Wha--Who?"
"She's just like you were when you were young," Nala put her arm around her husband,
"Exactly," Simba began, "Do you realize how much danger we put ourselves in when we were her age?" Nala playfully pushed him,
"You mean you put us in," Simba chuckled,
"Right," he gazed out to the horizon where Kiara was running, Nala noticed this,
"Relax, she'll be fine," she smiled and walked back into their hut-palace. Simba still worried bout his daughter and continued to watch her for a few more seconds. Realizing he couldn't keep watching her, he called over Timon and Pumbaa,
"Psst! Hey Timon, Pumbaa, C'mere!" Simba whispered a bit loudly,
"What do you need mon cappitant?" Timon asked, riding on Pumbaa's back
"I need you two to keep an eye on Kiara. She's bound to run off,"
"Don't worry Simba, we're on her like stink on a warthog," Timon said,
"Hey!" Pumbaa protested,
"It's a hard truth, Pumbaa. Live with it."
"Guys! I'm counting on you, danger could be lurking behind every rock," Simba said
"Aha," Timon said, in a Sherlock Holmes manner. He and Pumbaa then began to follow Kiara out into the Pride Lands. She was trying to catch a butterfly in a bubble that she made with her wand, which was now in her hand and no longer in her hair.
"Hey, come back!" she called out to it rhetorically. It landed on a rock near a small pond. Kiara stuck her wand back into her hair. She approached the butterfly slowly, then tried to grab it with her hands. She was unsuccessful. She rested both of her elbows on the rock, and her head on her hands in a huff.. She looked out past the pond. Her annoyed expression immediately changed to on of joy.
"Whoa," she marveled, "The outlands," she was a few hundred feet away from the border, "I wonder what's out there…" she wondered. She continued to imagine what was out there when she heard a twig snap behind her. Her head spun around to look behind herself. She came face to face with Timon and Pumbaa, which startled her. She screamed, and her screams made Timon and Pumbaa scream as well. Kiara fell backwards into the pond.
"Don't worry Kiara!" Pumbaa yelled when he stopped screaming, "Uncle Pumbaa's coming!" he jumped into the pool right where Kiara fell, but she was no where in sight.
"Kiara, Kiara?" Pumbaa asked, searching. Air bubbles came from under where he was sitting.
"Pumbaa," Timon said, agitated, "Let me define babysitting!!" Pumbaa realized he was sitting on Kiara and got up. Kiara shot her head up to the surface and began gasping for breath.
"Oh, sorry," Pumbaa gave an apologetic smile that turned serious, "Now Princess Kiara, as Simba's daughter, you know better than to go off all alone. You could've been hurt," Kiara took her hair out of the messy bun that it had been in. With her wand in her teeth, he shook it out then put it back up, her face now annoyed.
"Hurt!" Timon jumped down from the rock and landed on Kiara's shoulder, "Simba would kill us! You didn't slip a disc, did ya? Catch a fever? Get a hangnail?" Timon said, inspecting each body part that he mentioned,
"Timon," Kiara said, annoyed
"I had one once," Timon said,
"Very painful," Pumbaa added,
"Will someone please just listen to me?!" Timon began to walk away but spun around,
"I'm sorry I wasn't listening, did you say something, Princess?"
"I'm not just a princess, ya know. That's only half of who I am,"
"Well," Pumbaa began, "Then who's the other half?" Kiara began stammering, not knowing the answer to the question.
"While you're figuring that out, let's eat!" Timon stated, he walked over to a log, which Pumbaa lifted up, Timon reached under and presented, "Grubs!"
"The other white meat," Pumbaa said.
"Ew!" Kiara disliked grubs
"No?" Timon asked, then offered them to Pumbaa, "Well, how 'bout you, big boy?" Pumbaa inhaled the scent of the grubs
"Ah, I love grubs," Pumbaa said,
"Not like," Timon added,
"Love," they said in unison. Pumbaa picked off a grub and began eating it, but soon got a disgusted look on his face. He spit the grub out. Timon looked annoyed.
"Oh! You always do that!" he complained, "You take a bite out of every one then put it back! It drives me crazy!"
"But you can't tell from the outside which are the real slimy ones!" Pumbaa retorted, his face growing into a smile at the mention of the word "slimy"
"Slimy?" Timon asked, "Pumbaa, my corpulent compadre, It's the crunchy ones that make the meal!" he popped a purple grub in his mouth. Kiara rolled her eyes at the argument
"Slimy," Pumbaa said with a determined look on his face,
"Crunchy," Timon protested,
"Slimy,"
"Crunchy,"
"Slimy,"
"Crunchy,"
"Slimy!"
"Crunchy!" Kiara's face lit up. She saw this as an opportunity to escape Timon and Pumbaa's (not-so) watchful eyes. She snuck into the tall grass and walked away while they continued their back and forth argument, which had gone on to,
"Less-filling!"
"Tastes good!" over and over.
Kiara looked back once to make sure they weren't following her. Then she wandered off the path that was clearly marked for her and headed off to the outlands.
Well, as you can obviously tell, I am nnot stopping at the end of The Lion King! The Lion King 2 will also be included!!
Review!! :)