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Ch. 12 Setting the Stage

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Near the boarders of the Pride Lands, in a well secluded cave, young Nuka was enjoying a nice quiet nap. His mother had to go out on an errand with the other guard members earlier that day. Since he didn't have anyone to hang out with, and since his father remained distant from him, the cub decided to just enjoy the peace and quiet.

"Errrraa…" he mumbled as he slept, tossing and turning on the cold floor of the den while having a dumb looking smile on his face, "Yes, Mother… I… am great… aren't I?"

"ROAAAAAH!" Nuka's eyes shot open and he instinctively sprang from his lofty position on the floor and landed into a nearby pile of bones. He popped his head out, causing a few small scraps to scatter around the room, before looking around the den. His crooked whiskers twitched and his hair stood on end as the loud roar still echoed throughout the den. It didn't take him long to figure out that the roar belonged to his father, Scar; but something was definitely wrong. He never roared that loud before.

Creeping up to the corner that separated Nuka's den from the others, he peeked out behind the cave wall, trying to see what was going on. Instantly, he saw his mother and the other guard members lined up and seated in front of Scar. At first, Nuka wanted to run out and greet his mother, but when he saw the angry look in his father's features, he decided to wait for a moment. If there was one thing he quickly learned when he reunited with his father, was that when he was angry, it was best to stay out of his way until he had cooled off. So, he waited and watched until the time was just right to go and see Zira.

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To say that Scar was angry would be an understatement. He was absolutely furious! When he saw his guard approach the den he knew something didn't go according to plan. He called together a meeting with his guard, though in all honesty, it was a meeting that shouldn't even be happening. Zira and the others knew it, and it troubled them to think of what their leader would do once he realized his plan had failed.

"I sent you, my most loyal subjects, on a mission of great importance." Scar seethed as he paced back and forth in front of his guardsmen, who were lined up before him, "It was simple: infiltrate Simba's ranks and earn the trust of the pride. Yet, here you all are. Please tell me why… that… is!" His emerald green eyes scanned through the faces of his followers, looking for the one responsible for this failure.

Brin and Brang both held their gaze towards Scar, even though both of them had large droplets of sweat streaming down the side of their faces. Vita avoided Scar's gaze, all the while Zira's expression remained stone cold as she looked at him. Tizamo just looked at the others with a puzzled expression written on his face. None of them were talking, which was a surprise to Scar. Did they truly fear him that much that they dare not speak a word on their failure? Back in Scar's prime, during his time as Leader of the Lion Guard, if anyone was out of line then they would be a real lion and fess up to their mistake, not remain silent like a bunch of witless cubs who waited on their mother to punish them.

"So…" Scar spoke in a droll tone as he continued to pace back and forth in front of his men, "None of you have anything to tell me? No story, perhaps?"

"It was king Simba, sire." Scar looked back at the lion who spoke up and raised an eyebrow. Brin and Brang gritted their teeth, while Tizamo and Zira looked at the said lion with disapproval. He should have just remained quiet and let Scar figure it out for himself. Scar then walked over to the one who spoke, his bravest, and currently most incompetent, follower, Vita.

"Do tell, Vita." Scar said, his muzzle just a few feet away from Vita's face, "What did my nephew do to cause you and your fellow guardsmen to fail?"

"W-Well…" Vita let out a nervous laugh, "He was… very insightful, my lord. We did exactly as you said and approached him calmly and showed ourselves not to be a threat. Yet, he somehow knew our true intent." Vita continued to ramble, he had to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation. Not thinking before he spoke, he blurted out. "Everything was going well… that is… until Zira decided to attack him right then and there. That was when everything went downhill."

"What?!" Zira screamed in rage. That no good scoundrel was not about to weasel out of taking his share of the blame! In fact, if it wasn't for him opening his big mouth in the first place then Simba and the rest of pride would never have learned of their secret plot to go out and kill him back when Scar ruled. Vita instantly felt claws run across his face, piercing the skin and leaving a nasty scratch mark across his muzzle. He let out a scream of pain as he laid on the ground, clutching the side of his jaw; but to everyone's surprise, it wasn't Zira who struck him. Scar stood over the lion, looking over his claws as if he had just sharpened them up against a rock, only this time Vita was the rock.

"Oh, Vita…" Scar sighed as he flexed his claws out and admired his work on Vita's face, "You think I'm so foolish as to actually buy what you have just said as an actual excuse for failure?"

"S-Sire." Vita was able to gasp out, "If it wasn't for Zira then-"

"I don't want to hear about Zira's failures, or anyone else's for that matter!" Scar shouted as he continued to stare down Vita, "You are not some rogue who is trying to earn his cut of flesh for your services. You are a part of the Lion Guard; my Lion Guard! If you fail, then everyone fails! I'm absolutely furious with you Vita; in fact, I'm furious with all of you!" he then turned his attention to the others, "All of you! Getting into Simba's Pride was a key mission that you were all supposed to complete! Now, because of your incompetence, I must think of some other way to-" suddenly, Scar broke into a fit of coughs, causing everyone to look at him with alarm. In an instant, Zira and Tizamo were by his side as they helped him slowly lower his body down to the ground in a laying position.

"Easy, my love. Easy." Zira soothed as Scar continued to cough.

"You can't press yourself to much, Scar." Tizamo added. He knew his leader was anxious to get back out into the field, but he was still so weak from his ordeal back at Pride Rock when Simba defeated him. Tizamo somewhat feared Scar would never fully recover.

"I know…" Scar sighed as he began to take slow, deep breaths. He was still furious with his followers for their failure, yet he could not deny that he still needed them. No longer could he aimlessly throw away lives at will, like he used to. He needed every asset available to him… even those who are as incompetent as Vita. "Despite this… short coming, I can work this to our advantage. Your work is invaluable to my plan to return to power."

"If our work is so invaluable, then you shall have it." Tizamo said, with pride in his voice, "And we will follow you to the death." He then stepped in front of Scar and bowed his head before saying, "I… know the severity in our mission, and there is no excuse for our shortcomings in completing it. And… it is for this reason that I submit myself to whatever punishment you choose, my king."

Scar looked up at Tizamo for a moment, not knowing whether he should strike him as well… or perhaps show him some manner of respect. His grey pelt gave off a dark shadowy silver color in the darkness of the den. The look suited him, for to Scar that was his role in his Lion Guard: a watcher, an agent in the shadows, his Keenest of Sight. Besides all the other members of his guard, Tizamo was the only one who could actually think for himself. Of course that was Scar's opinion. Brin and Brang needed direction in order to know what they would do next, and Zira and Vita acted solely out of emotion and instinct. Tizamo, however, was like Scar in a way. He could actually see all that laid before him, both seen and unseen by the naked eye. Just like Scar, he knew that there was a method to the madness of his missions with the others. It was for that reason, why he would play probably the most important part in Scar's plan; not just for taking over the Pride Lands, but for establishing his new dynasty.

"Your request has been noted, Tizamo." Scar stated as he remained laying on the floor. Then he looked up at the others and said, "Since you all now have time on your hands, I have some matters that need to be taken care of, here in the Out Lands."

"What is it you need done, Scar?" Zira asked, eager to regain her and her fellow Guards men's trust back.

"Now…" Scar sighed, "Things must change. The original plan was to undermine my nephew's authority from the inside. Now, we must look to outside forces for our goals to be met." Yes… that was what he needed now: more followers, and the Out Lands was as good a place as any to start. Unlike the Pride Lands, these lands were barren, and filled with dangers such as quick sand, hot pockets of gas, and unruly predators who wouldn't mind causing some mayhem… as long as there was something in it for them. While Scar spoke with his guard, he thought of all that he needed in order to make progress towards taking back the throne. In just a matter of minutes he figured out everything he needed in order to create an appropriate coup, one which could overthrow Simba's base of operation. However, before he could get allies, he needed to expand on his current resources. That was where his guard came into play.

"What is it that you require of us, oh great one?" Brin asked as he bowed his head in respect. Scar looked at the brothers for a moment before deciding what role they would be appropriate for.

"Both of you." Brin and Brang straightened up when Scar addressed them, "None of us can be seen inside of the Pride Lands, or else Simba will suspect that you are all up to something. We need a way to monitor the Pride Lands without gaining notice from anyone."

"Do you have something in mind?" Vita asked gruffly as he finally picked himself off the ground and licked the fresh scratch mark on his muzzle.

"Yes…" Scar replied to Vita coldly before looking back at his Strongest and Fastest warriors. "Both of you. Scour the land and find me animals who would be suitable to monitor the Pride Lands without drawing attention to themselves." He then turned to Zira. "Zira, I need you to start patrolling the outside of the den. Make sure no one steps foot inside or anywhere around our hide out. Our location cannot be known to anyone."

"Of course, my love." Zira bowed in respect. Then, Scar turned to Vita. Though his incompetence and inability to take responsibility should have earned him a death make by now, he was still of some use to Scar. Besides, he knew how to properly discipline those who failed in their duties.

"Vita." The Bravest of Scar's guard straitened up as his leader addressed him, "I'm placing you in charge of hunting us food for the next few weeks. Any lack of food or inability to arrive back before nightfall will be met with severe punishment, until further notice." For the first time in a long time, Vita was left speechless when he heard this. He had gone on hunts before, but Zira was the best out of all of them and Scar knew this. Why was he now putting all of the responsibility on him to bring back something to eat?

"M-My king." Vita said, as he tried to regain his composure, "Surly Zira would be more equipped for the task of-"

"You will do what I command of you, Vita!" Scar growled, "Since you don't care about the wellbeing of your fellow guard, then perhaps you will care more about what will happen to yourself if you should fail with what I have put before you. So until you learn to act like a guard, I will treat you like a rogue until I feel this lesson has sunken in to your skull. Do I make myself clear?" Vita was angry with Scar's decision. He had spent years under his rule and he had always remained loyal and true. Yet, one mess up, and he was now being treated like some worthless dog. It was not his way to respect those who disgraced him, but it was a different case when it was Scar. He would submit to Scar's will, but he would not forget this for a long time.

"Vita?" Scar asked, noticing Vita's stern expression as he was lost in thought. He slowly lifted his head up and Scar asked once again, "Do… I… make… myself… clear?"

"As day." was Vita's reply. It wasn't exactly what Scar was looking for, but it would have to do.

"Good." Scar said, before addressing all of them, "You all have your assignments, now see that they are carried out." They would get the job done; Scar had faith in them. Despite this… minor setback, he knew his Guard was more than capable for completing the tasks he set before them. Still, there was one member who was anxious to do something, and Scar had something special planned for him.

"What would you have me do, Scar?" Tizamo asked. It wasn't like Scar to not use all of his guard for a task, which meant either Scar simply had no need for his Keenest of Sight at the moment… or he had something else in mind.

"As for you, Tizamo," Scar addressed him, "I will need you to go out and look for followers, whether they be lions or other animals. Yet, your task will take you farther then the boundaries of the Pride Lands and much longer to complete then the others, so I must leave you with certain instructions if you are to succeed while you're away." Scar stopped and noticed that the rest of the Guard were still there in the den with him. That would not do at all for what he had planned.

"What are you all waiting for?" Scar asked like his followers were all crazy, "Go! Fulfill my will!"

"Yes sir!" Instantly, Brin and Brang were out of the den as they began their search for agents that Scar could use. Meanwhile, Vita and Zira slowly left their leader alone with Tizamo.

As the Fiercest and Bravest of Scar's Lion Guard walked away, Zira looked back at her beloved as he went back to talking with Tizamo. This was now the second time she had disappointed him. First with Nuka's birth, now with this. Though Scar clearly held everyone accountable to what happened, Zira knew that the bulk of the blame was on her. Vita was actually right about something for once in his life: it was her fault. If she hadn't let her anger get the better of her, then maybe they would still be in the Pride Lands, but no, they were back here with Scar. Now they were being sent out again, with the tormenting feeling of disgrace and failure weighing on their minds. Despite this, Zira knew she had some improvements to make if she wanted to be able to please Scar once again, and nothing would stop her in regaining his trust. Not her ego, not her fellow men, and certainly not her anger. One way or another, Scar would once again recognize her worth.

"You're awfully quiet for someone who just got sent away by her mate." Vita said as he continued to walk beside her to the front of the den. Zira then remembered what Vita said earlier, and instantly she felt herself becoming enraged at his attempt to shift the blame of the failed mission on her. She was about to raise her paw to strike him, but then she suddenly heard a voice come up from behind her.

"Mother!" Zira looked back to see Nuka come bounding towards her. She still kept her stern expression on her face, yet the anger she felt softened when she saw her son come running out to meet her. Despite Nuka being such a weak and needy cub… he was still her son, and she was still his mother. For some reason, that alone would make her feel something warm inside; yet she would dare not show it to anyone.

"I'm so glad your back, Mother." Nuka said as he sat in front of her and Vita, "Is everything ok? Dad sounded really mad back there." Zira was silent for a moment. She didn't want Nuka to know about what happened… and she certainly didn't want Vita running his mouth in front of her son about her failure, so she reacted the only way she knew how.

"Shut up, Vita!" she growled at him, making the black maned lion look at her with a startled expression.

"B-But I didn't say anything!" Vita stuttered. What was her problem? Was it so wrong that he-

"You heard what Scar said. Go out and get to hunting!" Zira huffed. Upon hearing this, Vita scowled at her. Between Scar's insults and her attitude, he was really ticked off right now. He wanted to put her in her palace, to hurt her… but he knew he couldn't. Zira would most likely leave him with a few scars and a possible broken bone. Besides that, Scar would simply sick the others on him. No… he would wait until the right moment. Scar may have taken him in and labeled him his Bravest of the Lion Guard... but he would not be treated like this without consequences.

"Fine…" he growled before heading out into the Out Lands. He couldn't stay here any longer, nor bare to see Zira or Scar until he had cooled off a bit. Yes, that's what he needed; time to cool off.

Nuka watched as Vita began to walk away from the den, before going into a full sprint out into the rocky caverns that lead into the deeper part of the Out Lands. He then looked back at his mother, who had a scowl on her face as she watched the lion disappear into the shadows of the night.

"Mother?" Nuka asked again, "Are you alright?" Zira glanced back at her son as she still kept the same scowl on her face. Was everything truly alright? Was everything as it should be?

"No…" Zira said in a low voice, "But I'll make sure that changes. By the Great Kings I swear that I'll rewrite the wrongs that were done today. Someday…"

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When Zira and Vita got out of sight, and they knew they were finally alone, Scar spoke up and addressed his last follower.

"Now Tizamo." He said, "I have something else I need you to take care of for me. It's somewhat of a... special errand."

"And what might that be?" Tizamo asked as he watched Scar lay on the cold rocky floor, "What is so important that you sent the others away?"

"For many months, I have been confined to this den." Scar explained, as he stared out into the distance, "Just recently have I obtained my ability to walk and run. Yet… during my time in recovery, I did the only thing I could. Do you know what that would be?"

"Planning? Thinking? Getting better?" Tizamo asked, not understanding where Scar was going with this.

"Dreaming, Tizamo." Scar looked back at him, his voice now taking a more passionate tone, "Dreaming of the future and what is to be. I see it every day. Night after night, the Great Kings send me a vision, and each time it becomes more and more clear."

"A vision?" by now Tizamo was intrigued by what Scar was revealing to him. He may have been the one to look over the dark king and help him recover, yet never did Scar reveal to him that he was having visions. "What is it that you see?"

"I see a king." Scar closed his eyes and pictured the entire scene in his mind as he spoke, "A mighty king who stands at the peak of Pride Rock. His fur is as dark as the dirt, his eyes shine like emeralds in the night, and running over his left eye is a singular Scar… it looks exactly like mine." Tizamo truly had no words to describe what he felt. This was incredible. If the lion he described truly was like Scar said he would be, then that was assurance that Scar's plan would truly succeed. Yet, as he listened, Scar revealed more, "I see him surrounded by animals as well as lions and they all say the same thing. They shout, 'All hail the king! All hail the Lion King!' And in response, he lets out a roar so powerful that practically shakes the heavens! Then… I awake."

"Truly…" Tizamo began as he let all that Scar told him sink in, "That must mean that you saw Nuka's coronation. Which means that we win in the end, correct?"

"Yes… and No." Scar responded, leaving Tizamo puzzled, "I do believe this to be a future in which I have succeeded in overthrowing Simba, yet it wasn't Nuka I saw at Pride Rock. This lion was fit and powerful. His mane was as large as my brother's. There was no trace of fear in his features and his very presence sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were like mine and he had my scar on his face. That could only mean one thing. This lion… he is my heir… my perfect, beautiful heir." Tizamo looked curiously at the Scar as he continued to look out at simply nothing. His 'perfect heir'? What did that mean? Did he and Zira have another child on the way? Was there another lioness that he had been with him during his time as king? Well… he did try to go after Nala while Zira was away, but he heard that the outcome ended with Scar's face getting slashed. So… what did he mean when he spoke of this mysterious lion being his heir?

"Sire…" Tizamo began cautiously. "Is there something you haven't told us? Did you and Zira…"

"No!" Scar responded a bit too abruptly. He understood what Tizamo meant and though he had thought of such a thing in the past, he had different thoughts about it after Nuka came along. The very thought of being that close to Zira was now… revolting, to say the least. He composed himself before explaining, "Eh heh… no… I learned long ago that I could no longer produce a suitable heir due to my… shallow end of the gene pool, if you know what I mean."

"I… have an idea." Tizamo nodded, understanding what Scar meant, "Then… is he a rogue, or the son of one of your Guard members?"

"No, Tizamo. This lion is not the offspring of one of us, nor is he from the Pride Lands, nor is he even a rogue. For you see… my heir… he is from another kingdom."

"How do you know?" Tizamo questioned.

"There are some things…" Scar explained, "That certain lions are born with, certain traits that are undeniable to their heritage. Each time when I watched him, I observed his movements, his posture, even his roar. This lion was born a royal, yet he will have no family. He was conceived in the womb of a queen, yet he will never know her. But most importantly, Tizamo, this lion hasn't even been born yet." Tizamo's eyes widened when he heard this.

"H-How do you know these things?" Tizamo questioned, amazed by what Scar knew.

"I've had this vision many times, my friend." Scar stated with confidence, "and each time it becomes even clearer than before. In my dream the Pride Lands are completely lush and green as they once were, not this half barren half grass land we see today. For the land to fully regain its former beauty, it would require several years for the trees and plants to grow. Seeing this lion, I can guess that he is nearly a full adult in my visions. So, by estimating the time it would take for the Pride Lands to be restored, and comparing it to the age of the lion, I can guess that he will soon be born if not born already." The dark lion then stood to his feet and looked at Tizamo before giving him his final order, "I want you to go out and scour the lands that lie past the Great Desert. Search for a cub, a newborn supposedly, which fits the description of the one in my dream and bring him to me. This is my will."

Incredible. This was truly incredible. If what Scar said was true, then their victory was assured. It somewhat gave Tizamo a peace about the entire matter with taking over the Pride Lands. In the end, they would be victorious. Scar was rarely wrong about these things, and there was no reason to stop doubting him now. In the past, he had visions of the future and they had all come to pass. The return of Simba, the Pride Lands set aflame, even the birth of Nuka; all of these events Scar had dreamed of during his rule and each one of them had come to pass. Scar would call such things a gift, a token of good faith from the Great Kings which guided his steps. At this point there was no denying it, but still, something weighed heavily on Tizamo's mind. It was a question that needed to be answered.

"If you have been having these visions for some time," Tizamo questioned, "why then would you send us all out to infiltrate Simba's Pride if you would need one of us to go out and find this 'heir' of yours?"

"At first…" Scar said as he began to walk around the den, "I thought they were just some meaningless dreams; figments of my imagination that were convoluted by the pain and agony I endured throughout my recovery. Now… seeing as how you all have returned to me, I see that the Great Kings are directing my steps. These visions are the key to establishing my future, and now I know what steps must be taken in order for my new dynasty to be established." There was a pause as Scar once again looked back at his Keenest of Sight. He then walked towards him and in a stern voice, he gave Tizamo his mission, "We have little time. Each day Simba grows stronger and stronger. The sooner you bring back my heir, the sooner we can proceed with the next part of the plan. Now go. Find him and bring him back and if anyone tries to stop you... Well... you know what to do."

"As… you command, my king." Tizamo bowed his head and began to walk away, but all the while he thought back on what Scar was telling him to do. This cub that he was being sent to find… he wasn't even born yet. Seeing how Scar identified him as a lion of royal blood, that would mean that somewhere out there the cub had a mother and most likely a father. Scar was asking him to kidnap a child, an infant from his parents… from his kingdom. Of course, it was highly doubtful that a king and queen of a distant land would just hand over their newborn baby to a stranger for no apparent reason, and it would only make sense that the rest of the kingdom would be wanting retribution for the kidnapping of their prince. Still… Scar had made his order clear, and Tizamo would obey. He would have to think of a solution to the problem as he searched for the cub. In the end, Tizamo knew he would find a way… for his king.

"Oh and, Tizamo. One last thing." Tizamo turned around and looked back at Scar. The dark lion motioned for him to come back over to him, to which Tizamo obediently obliged.

"Yes, my king?" he replied when he approached him. "Is there somet- AARGH!" Tizamo clutched his chest as Scar suddenly dug his claws into his skin. He then shoved Tizamo to the floor, leaving the grey lion balled up and clutching his chest with his paws as he gritted his teeth and groaned in pain. Suffice to say, he was not expecting that from Scar.

"That was your punishment for failing your previous mission." Scar stated coldly. Tizamo looked up as Scar slowly approached him and lowered his head and whispered into his ear, "You are to tell no one of this meeting. If anyone asks; I told you to go out and search for followers in distant lands who would join our cause. Understood?" Tizamo merely nodded in response, which earned him a smile from Scar as he said in a calm and pleased tone, "There's a good lad. Now run along and bring me back my heir." Slowly, Tizamo stood to his feet and began walking towards the den entrance. Part of him was angry at Scar for what he just did, but another part of him reasoned that in the end he did bring this upon himself. He submitted himself to Scar for punishment and that punishment was carried out. Still, that didn't make the experience any less painful.

Scar watched as the grey lion exited the den before he quietly chuckled to himself. Yes… everything was going according to plan. His Lion Guard may have had a minor setback with Simba, but now, everything was back on track. Nothing could ruin his return to power. Nothing!

"You must be quite proud of yourself right now."

Of course… he had to come in and ruin his moment. Just like old times.

"What's it to you?" Scar growled at the voice of his brother in his head.

"Tizamo is a loyal friend. You don't have many of those these days, now do you?"

"Mufasa…" Scar growled as he walked to the back corner of the den to his usual resting place as he continued to have the conversation with the specter in his head, "Get out of my head! Just leave me alone already!"

"Very well then. I'll go" Even though Scar couldn't see his brother, he could tell by the way he spoke that he had a smile on his face, and just knowing that enraged him. "but before I do, I just want to say congratulations."

"What?" it wasn't often Scar was surprised some something, but Mufasa's words were not what he was expecting.

"I'm sure the cub Tizamo finds will make a fine ruler when the time comes." Scar's eyes widened and he could feel his face turn pale. Did… Mufasa just congratulate him… on his heir that Tizamo would retrieve?

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" Scar asked, feeling uneasy at how calm Mufasa was towards this news. This time, however, there was no response. Scar laid there in the darkness and silence of the cave, thinking on what he was just told. His dead brother… the one who has pestered him for so long about why he should give up this crazy venture, just suddenly congratulated him on choosing his successor. Something wasn't right and Scar knew it. Deep inside he knew that something was wrong… something was terribly wrong. What if this cub turned out to be weak like Nuka? What if he wasn't the lion he was thought to believe in his dreams? What if this lion was not Scar's legacy… but instead his end?

"Raw!" Scar growled as he shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts. Mufasa was just tormenting him. Yes, that's it! He was just trying to get in his head and make him rethink this entire thing all together. No… he would not succumb to this trickery. Mufasa will not have his way!

"Nice try, Mufasa." Scar chuckled to himself as he gently rested his head in-between his paws and tried to get some much needed sleep, "I know what you're trying to do, but it won't work! Tizamo will succeed, and in the end I will have my successor… my heir… my… Chosen One."

End of Chapter 12


Aw, ain't that cute? Mufasa knows something Scar doesn't.

I think Zira has some reevaluating to do. Wonder how that will change her in the future.

Yikes! Scar is really claw happy in the chapter. Hope those marks don't 'scar' hahaha... ha... ha...

(Ok I know that joke was bad.)

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed and if you did then please leave a review and let me know what you think.

Till next time guys!


Review Response:

Liam Holman:

Thanks for the spell checks and yeah I'm curious as well as to what Kopa has planned for his brother. Guess we'll just have to wait to find out.

Money100:

Yeah, Kicheko can be funny... he is a hyena after all. I'll update whenever I can, even though I'm in college.

Gulefritz:

I know you just started reading the story so just read this to let me know you caught up. I'm glad you are enjoying it all so far, and yeah, I wanted to make it clear for people who both know and don't know Kopa. He is indeed Simba's son. Everyone has their theories on what happened to him, and in this story you will see mine. Though I can guarantee, the turn out will be quite... unique.

yingyangmaster:

lol, I never thought of comparing Streak and Mwongo to Goigoi and Reirei. Though now I'm wondering how I can put the jackals into my story. If you have an idea then let me know. Also, I figured since Simba has been gone for so long, him and Sarabi would probably be spending a lot of time together, whether it's hanging out or having her teach Simba something new about being king. Those two are just close.

Gracekim:

I'm glad you liked Timon and Pumbaa. I've got some great scenes planned for them in the future. But you'll have to follow the story chapter by chapter to know what it is.

:P

Kivuline:

Thanks again for the spell check. I've fixed them and hopefully as I continue writing I'll make less of those mistakes. Glad you are enjoying it all so far.