Here's chapter 25 and please review because the more review the faster I update. And this chapters mostly a bunch of talking.

Nala opened her eyes. A moan of pain came out of her mouth as she tried to lift her head.

"Nala! You're awake!" came a familiar voice. Sarafina rushed up to her.

Nala looked at her mother in disbelief. She had spent so much time away from her, that she was shocked just to see her own mother.

Sarafina bent down and licked and nuzzled the back of Nala's head.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sarafina whispered in her ear.

"So you exile me and now you're telling me you're sorry? And I've lost my cub too." Nala thought bitterly, but tears flowed down her face. What would Simba say?

"Simba's going to hate me. I couldn't protect his cub." Nala thought.

"What's wrong?" Sarafina asked. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Nala nodded, still unable to lift her head. She was in pain, both mentally and physically.

"Nala!" Runju ran into the den, and was by Nala's side in seconds.

"You're awake." Runju breathed in relief, while nuzzling her.

"Nala, I-" Runju began, but Nala couldn't stand to hear him.

"Didn't you say that you wanted just Mom and Hofu? Not me?" Nala thought.

Nala made a sound in her throat, and managed to say one word.

"Please," she gasped out, begging him to stop his apology.

Runju nodded, seeing that she couldn't take anymore. Sarafina lay down next to Nala, and tried to put her head on top of Nala's, like she had when Nala had been younger, to comfort her. But this time, Nala turned around and growled at Sarafina, warning her to keep her distance. Sarafina's eyes clouded with pain and guilt, but she stopped. Instead she lay her head down next to Nala, wanting to be close to her daughter as possible. Runju came on the other side of Nala. Nala was about to close her eyes, when she thought about her little brother.

"Is Hofu?" Nala choked out.

"Hofu's safe. Simba, Kula and Chumvi are all safe. You don't need to worry." Runju assured her.

"I do have to worry." Nala thought, as grief washed through her body.

She had lost her cub, was near death, completely injured and wouldn't probably survive. The pain of losing her cub and being through such a terrible incident along with her physical injuries was too much for Nala. What she really needed was for Simba to be with her right now, and be able to hold her and to comfort her, but he wasn't. He'll probably be disgusted with her when he realized that Nala hadn't been able to protect his cub. Tears began rolling down her face, and she didn't do anything to stop them. Her sobs were barely audible, but just loud enough for Runju to hear.

Runju looked at Nala. He felt like someone was driving their claws into his heart, piercing it into pieces. He had caused her all this pain, and now all he could do was sit and watch her suffer.

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Simba woke up to feel a gentle hand on his fur. He moaned in pain, and opened his eyes to see Rafiki looking at him.

"Ah, you are awake." Rafiki said. "I can see that you have many questions to ask."

Simba managed to nod. His mind was whirling with questions. Rafiki nodded and began to tell Simba the story. He told him of how they took Mufasa back to Priderock after the fire, realizing what Scar had done, and finding their bodies on the ground.

"Is Nala okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, but Simba there is something I have to ask you. Did you know that Nala was pregnant?" Rafiki asked, cautiously.

"Yes, it's my cub." Simba replied. Then he realized what Rafiki said.

"Did you say was?" Simba asked, dreading the answer.

"Yes," Rafiki said softly.

"Does that mean..." Simba's voice trailed off, his throat too tight for him to speak.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but she lost the cub. I didn't tell your parents any of this, and I don't plan on telling them unless you want me to." Rafiki said his voice gentle.

Simba shook his head, but he was squeezing his eyes shut, to prevent tears from escaping his eyes, right in front of Rafiki. Why did they have to lose their cub? The tiny bit of joy that had kept them going was now gone. Why did everything turn out like this?

Anger at Scar and his father began boiling inside him. Rafiki seemed to sense Simba's anger, because he turned around and left the den.

Mufasa walked in, and it took all of Simba's self control not to jump up and rip him into shreds. He clenched his teeth together to stop himself from yelling at his father. Simba rested his face in his paws, hiding his face from Mufasa's view.

"Simba?" Mufasa asked. "Are you awake?"

"I was beginning to think it would be easier for you if I died." Simba growled his voice full of sarcasm.

"That's not true." Mufasa said, settling down near Simba. "I wanted to talk to you."

"I know you're going to apologize." Simba muttered. He was still holding back tears. He wished Mufasa would leave, so he could mourn for the loss of his cub.

"I know you'll never be able to forgive me for what I did." Mufasa said, taking a deep breath. "But, I'm sorry Simba. You'll never truly understand how sorry I am."

"I'll never truly understand how you could have done this to me." Simba said. His voice wasn't angry anymore. It was full of hurt.

"I'm your father, but I'm also the king of the Pridelands. I had to make decisions for the Pride lands. That included following the rules." Mufasa said his voice heavy with guilt.

"So you would trade me for the Pridelands?" Simba muttered. He didn't mean for Mufasa to hear his comment, but he did.

"I would never trade you for anything." Mufasa said, leaning over and nuzzling him. "Same goes to Ajjali. Let's not forget that you saved my life, and the lives of many other lions. A lot of us would have been dead if Scar had succeeded."

Simba didn't say anything, for a minute. "You believed Gurile over us." Simba stated.

"I know son." Mufasa said "I-"

"I still don't want you calling me your son." Simba snarled.

Mufasa nodded, and continued. "The evidence she gave was very believable Simba. Don't forget that you, Nala, Kula and Chumvi came running back the night before, and told us that you were at the border."

"We weren't at the border. That night, I and Nala were going to the new jungle." Simba began. Mufasa gave him a look, as if he was wondering if there was any special reason Simba took Nala to the jungle, but Simba ignored him and continued." We were walking when we saw Kula and Chumvi and asked if they wanted to come. We were out too late, and came running back. I was afraid that you would get mad if you knew that we went out so late, and to a far part of the Pridelands, so we said that we were at the border."

"I'm sorry." Mufasa sighed, closing his eyes.

"I still don't forgive you." Simba snapped.

"You'll never truly be able to forgive me Simba." Mufasa said gently. "But, maybe someday when you're king, you'll understand why I had to make these decisions."

Mufasa got up and left the den, his heart still heavy with guilt.

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It was a while after Mufasa went to talk to Simba, when Sarabi decided to try and talk to her son. She knew very well Simba would be hard to talk to her, but she still wanted to try.

Sarabi walked into the den and looked at Simba. He seemed to be in a different world. The fur around his eyes was matted with tears. There was tear marks on his face.

"Did this hurt more physically or mentally?" Sarabi thought.

"Simba?" Sarabi asked, cautiously. Her voice seemed to bring Simba back from his own world.

"Yeah?" Simba asked, his voice was hoarse.

"How are you feeling?" Sarabi asked.

Simba sighed. "I feel worse than I ever have in my life."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Sarabi said, settling down near her son.

"I'm surprised to hear that." Simba said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry if it seemed that I loved Ajjali more. I was just too angry at you to talk with you." Sarabi said. "I know you'll never be able to forgive me or you're father for this."

Simba looked at her. "I know."

Mother and son were silent for a moment. "How are Kula, Chumvi and Nala doing? And tell me the truth." Simba asked.

Sarabi's eyes were pained. "Kula and Chumvi are making the same progress as you are. But Nala..." her voice trailed off.

"What?" Simba asked alarmed.

"Rafiki said that she had the worst of all four. She's the one that most likely won't survive out of all four of you. I'm sorry." Sarabi said.

Simba closed his eyes. He had lost his cub. He couldn't lose Nala too.

"I was supposed to protect you." Simba thought. If Nala died, he wouldn't survive. He would kill himself. There was no use living in this cruel world if Nala wasn't.

"Can I see her?" Simba asked. Nala was probably broken. She had lost her cub. He wanted to comfort her, as they both mourned for what they had lost.

"You're in no condition to get up. Nala can't either. You'll have to wait." Sarabi said more firmly now.

"It could be too late to wait." Simba thought.

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Kula opened her eyes. She tried to lift her neck, but a fresh wave of a pain went down her back, and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.

"You're awake!" came an excited cry. Kula looked to see her younger brother Sahil.

"Sahil!" she breathed in disbelief. "Where am I?"

Sahil came closer and nuzzled her, and Kula licked the top of his head.

"You're back at Priderock. I'm going to get Mom and Dad. They're gonna be so happy." Sahil said, running out of the dene.

"That's surprising." Kula thought, and braced herself. She was ready to yell at her mother the minute she saw her.

Sarina walked in and looked at Kula. Kula looked back at her mother, trying to glare at her, but she couldn't. All this time she thought that she would never be relieved to see Sarina, but she was now. How come that had changed?

"Kula," Sarina breathed.

"Mom, I-" Kula began, trying to yell at her mother, but she couldn't. She did the only thing she could do. Kula burst into tears.

Sarina came by her side, tears in her eyes, and lay down next to her. She embraced her daughter, and Kula didn't push her affection away. Sarina nuzzled her as Kula pressed her tears into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my little one." Sarina murmured. "I'm so sorry. So sorry."

Kula couldn't bring herself to answer. She felt another familiar scent, and turned around to see her father, Rojo, looking at her.

"Kula," he murmured.

Kula tried to open her mouth to talk, but she couldn't. She didn't push him away as he nuzzled her.

"We have a lot of talking to do." Rojo said.

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