What's going on everyone! Welcome back for another brand new chapter of Tarzan: Two Worlds, One Family! I am so happy to see that a lot of you are really enjoying the story so far and I'm happy to see that this has been one of my most well recieved stories since 2014 (Journey Of Aaron Carter).

Anyway before I go any further have to warn you that this is gonna be filler chapter, meaning a short quick one that basically is theri just for show. But none the less, it's still a nice decent chapter and I hope you enjoy it. Also, disney owns Tarzan and Lion King.

Stars and Revelations

It was a cool night in the African savanna and the stars can be seen as clear as day in the night sky. All the animals in the jungle slept peacefully that night until a loud monstrous belch can be heard as if an elephant blew out its trunk. But shortly after that loud burp, several laughs can be heard close by. As it turned out it was Timon, Pumba, and Tarzan, all lying down on their backs as thy looked up at the night sky.

"Whoa! Nice one Tarzan." Pumba said to his friend.

Tarzan gavea few good laughs before responding to his friend. "Thanks Pumba. Man I'm stuffed."

"Me Too." Pumba said while rubbing his big round belly. "I ate like a pig!"

Tarzan looks at his nearby friend with an amused look. "Pumba, you are a pig."

"Oh. Right." Pumba said as he realized of what he said was actually true.

The three friends give some deeply sighs as they stretch their arms and legs to get a more comfortable position as they looked up at the stars in the night sky.

Curiosity gets to Pumba. "Hey Timon?"

"Yeah?" Timon said while he was closing his eyes, almost falling asleep.

"Ever, wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?" Pumba asked while he looked up at the sky.

Timon rubs his eyes open and looks up at the sky to see what Pumba was looking at. "Pumba. I don't wonder; I know."

"Oh." Pumba said. "Well what are they?"

Timon then thinks up an answer on the spot. "They're…fireflies. Firefliess…that uh got stock up on that big bluish-black thing."

"Oh." Pumba said before he gave his explanation as to what the dots in the sky were. "I always thought that they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away."

"Pumba, with you, everything is gas." Timon said. It seemed unlikely that Pumba had the right assumption of what the dots in the sky were.

After hearing both him and Timon's explanation, Pumba wanted to hear what his old pal, Tarzan, would think. "Tarzan, what do you think?"

Tarzan didn't feel like explaining something deep with his two friends. "Well, I don't know…"

"Aw come on. Give, give, give…" Pumba said to Tarzan, who was not willing to share his thoughts. "Well, come on, Tarzan, we told you ours…pleeeaaase?"

Tarzan tried shrugging his friends comments aside but then he began to hear Timon join in on the conversation. "Come on, Tarzan. Give, give, give…"

Now that he heard both Timon and Pumba pressure him at the same time, Tarzan soon gave in before looking up at the sky. "Okay, okay…well, my parents once told me that the people we love and the great kings of the past are all up there, watching over us."

Even though he had not seen his family for a long time, Tarzan still had some memories of them. He remembers having this sort of conversation with his brother and parents when he was a cub. He remembers lying in his mothers arms while Simba sat on top of his father's head while they looked up at the stars on Priderock. Simba and Tarzan were told that no matter where they went, no matter how far they were from home, they would never be alone. Tarzan knew that his parents would always be with him.

"Really?" Pumba said while Tarzan gave a slight nod.

"You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?" Timon said. However, he could not keep a straight face to save his life, because the second he finished his sentence, Timon burst into laughter before Pumba jumped in as well. "Who told you something like that? What mook made that up?"

"Yeah…pretty dumb, huh?" Tarzan nervously said while he gave some small nervous chuckles as he heard both his friends laughing at his comment.

"Ah! You're killing me, Tarzan!" Timon said while he began to bang his hands against the grass floor while he laughed. But as he laughed, Pumba soon realized that Tarzan stopped laughing and so the warthog ceased his laughter while Tarzan soon quietly got up and left his two friends. Timon opens his eyes and sees Tarzan leave the two of them. He stops his laughing and looks at Pumba. "Was it something I said?"

After Tarzan left his two laughing friends, he walks on his knuckles and feet, towards a small cliff that overlooked his jungle home. Home. He thought to himself.

It's been so many seasons since the stampede. While he was able to regain the memory of his family and home, he never could remember how he got here in the first place. That last thing he vaguely remembered was traveling the desert before blacking out, only to walk up in the care of Timon and Pumba. He wanted to try to find his way back home, but he knew that his home was probably hundreds of miles away from him.

Even if he could make the journey, he believed that maybe his family was better off without him. Even though he was the son of Mufasa and Sarabi, and was the second Prince of the Pridelands, all the animals in the kingdom still saw him as an outcast.

Here, in the jungle, Tarzan finally felt like he could be himself around Timon and Pumba. He never had to worry about the responsibilities of being a prince. Here, he could kick back and relax with his two friends. It also meant that his parents didn't have to be constantly worried for his wellbeing.

Even though he liked being around Timon and Pumba, he wanted to see his family again. But if he returned home, would they accept him. He was torn in the middle and his worries causes the young prince to collapse on the edge of the cliff before his body kicked up some milkweed floss into the air. The wind picks up the weed and the plant begins to soar over the jungle that night.

As the sun rose up, the weeds can be seen flying above the savanna before flying over a large familiar tree—Rafiki's tree.

Rafiki catches the milkweed in his hands and sniffs it. Curiosity catches him, as a peculiar scent is given off these weeds. The baboon swings down into his tree and lands at the center, which held numerous fruits, shells, and other trinkets that were used for spiritual reasons.

He grabs hold of a large tortoise shell and pours the milkweed in it before stirring it around. He then grabs hold of a fruit and cracks it open, before sucking the juices inside it. The scent coming from the milkweed seemed all too familiar. He takes a closer look inside the tortoise shell and sniffs the small plants one more time. And then suddenly, it dawned on him. He knew all to well where these plants came from.

"Tarzan?" He said before his revelation made his heart fill with the joy and excitement of a child. He looks over to his smeared painting of Tarzan. His excitement causes him to start laugh and stutter. "He's- he's alive? He he- he's alive!

The baboon grabs his staff and laughs with joy. The Prince of the Pridelands was alive. He dances across his tree before he soon grabs some paint and rushed towards his smeared painting of Tarzan. With joy and excitement coursing through his body, he begins to paint a mane on his painting of Tarzan, symbolizing that the prince was alive and all grown up. Rafiki knew that sooner than later the lost prince would soon return home. "It is time!"

Alright guys, that's gonna be it for this chapter. I did say it was gonna be a short one but I can assure you that the next chapter is gonna be something special. I'll see you all soon ;)