Jason Chandler, thanks for the review. Your opinion and feedback means a lot. And yes, I have seen the new Lion King. I agree, definitely won't beat the original.

Here's the next chapter of Behind These Broken Wings.

"Oh my kings! Fire!" yelled Kula, the young pale brown lioness' brown eyes were wide as they starred at the blazing flames.

Sarabi looked at the flames, her mind took her back in time. To when she was a teen, a few years younger than Cecilia. Her home pride was destroyed, forcing her recently widowed mother to take her and leave. In hopes of finding a new home. On their journey her mother had got bitten by a cobra just before a wildfire surrounded them.

At the time, Prince Mufasa and his father came to their aid riding elephants. Rafiki gave her mother some herbs but it wasn't enough to save her only delay her death for a bit. Her mother's death gave her the boast to spend time with Mufasa. The golden prince showed her the kingdom, as a way to ease her heartache. It worked, after a while because from that tour their relationship began to bloom.

The dark beige lioness was knocked out of her bittersweet memories by something wet falling on her head.

"What the..." Sarabi mumbled as she seen droplets of rain fall.

"It's raining!" cheered Tama. Her brown eyes full of awe as her creamy orange tuff stuck to her head from the rain.

The pride's attention was soon drawn to the top of priderock where battle roars could be heard. Sarabi's eyes widen in fear and worry. She knows Simba could handle this battle but it's her job to worry. Her orange gaze cast down at the feeling of someone rubbing against her to see her daughter.

"Mother, will Simba be okay?"

Sienna's dark orange eyes held concern and worry that no one her age should be feeling. The former queen sighed before giving her teenage daughter a nuzzle.

"I'm sure he will." Sarabi tore her eyes from her daughter to the top of priderock. Please Mufasa, let our son be alright.

...

The rain had drenched the fire and after waiting what felt like forever the true king came down the side of priderock. Where he greeted his mother and sister first with a head bump before giving Nala who had joined Sarabi and Sienna's sides moments ago a soft, sweet loving nuzzle.

The dark beige lioness smiled as the scene reminded her of the time she and Mufasa took the throne. Watching her son take his place as king was a dream come true. She proudly roared along with the pride. Everything is right, but sometimes happy endings don't last long and her name is Zira.

"You killed my father!"

Sarabi sighed, so did Eleanor. Zira was a sweet, helpful cub and went by the name Ria when she was growing up. Then the young pale tan lioness got caught up with her father and soon the sweet, loving cub was this selfish, hateful and now vengeful lioness. Who boared her brother-in-law a grandson. Which the rich brown lion named Nuka for him being premature.

"Now Zira...we don't know that for sure." Eleanor spoke up for the king. Which is the truth, only the kings know what happened on the summit.

Sarabi looked from the tawny-beige lioness to her niece and nodded. Yes Scar did deserve to die and she had the thought to snatch his throat out. But during the time she and Mufasa had with Simba, they tought him the right and wrong for killing. Simba didn't kill Scar, unless Scar did something to provoke his death.

The younger lioness glared at Eleanor. "Shut up you old wrench!"

Everyone gasped before growling at Zira so did Simba.

"I don't know who you are but you have no right to speak to any of the pride like that!"

The pale tan lioness rolled her amber eyes. "If you must know, I'm Zira your cousin and the daughter of King Scar."

Simba was in shock, how could he forget about his big cool cousin. But he over came it. "Well one, Scar wasn't a king by a long shot. Not by looking at this place. Two, I didn't kill my uncle."

Zira growled."I don't believe that crap!"

Simba closed his eyes before reopening them. "Than I have to ask you to leave."

Zira's eyes widen, so did Sarabi's and everyone else.

"You can't do that!?"

Sarabi saw her son take a deep breath before replying. "I can and will if you plead your loyalty and stop this nonsense."

Sarabi looked from her son to the now former princess. "Listen to him. You can't possibly raised little Nuka in the Outlands."

Zira snarled at her. "I don't need your advice. You and your son can just rot like the demons you are..."

"Hey! That's uncalled for, Zira!" Amina growled at her niece.

Two more lionesses walked over to the assembled group. One of them was Cecilia, who walked over where she was facing the older lioness.

"Zira be reasonable. I seen the wounds, there's no way King Simba could of killed..."

Zira whipped her eyes that seemed like a firey red to the tawny caramel lioness. "How can you defined him!? My father, who let you live and made your mother something is dead because of him!"

Cecilia shook her head. "I don't believe that. Those wounds look like a hyena attack."

Zira chuckled darkly before glaring at the younger female. "Do you really believe that, Cecilia? The hyenas was my father's loyal subjects! They would never betray him like that!"

Tama rolled her brown eyes. "Zira...shut up and listen! You're pregnant! Do you want to risk the life of your unborn cub for something that can be delt with when his time comes? Hmmm..."

Sarabi saw the wheels turning in the young lioness' eyes before the pale tan lioness snarled before bowing.

Simba relaxed and smiled grateful at the two lionesses before turning to his cousin. "I'm sorry about Scar."

Zira glared burning holes into the young king before growling, everyone let out a sigh of relief as the pale tan lioness turned and stalked away. Unknown to them that the oldest child of the dark prince was forming a cruel, dangerous revenge.

BTBW

As the rain continue to pour, the pride gathered in the main den that was once known as the royal den under Scar's reign. As everyone was relaxing and cleaning one another's minor wounds. Simba had gotten to know everyone, even his sisters. Including his half one, Thelma. Who thankfully enough, like Nala and Mheetu do not share her mother's beliefs. Now Simba was scanning to find Elara.

"Simba."

The golden lion looked up from his lying postion to see Cecilia standing over him. "Cecilia, I was just looking for your mother. Where is she?"

Elara turned and looked over her shoulder. "Follow me."

Simba stood without hesitation and followed the younger lioness out to the slope and down into the wet plains. Simba followed the tawny peach lioness to a den that was in the back of the kopje hidden by rocks and dried up greenery. While Simba waited for Cecilia to moved the rocks he noticed that a hole was in the kopje that must lead to the main den. Got to get that fixed.

"Okay. Come on."

Simba turned his attention to the entrance ahead and followed after Cecilia. As they head further in he her the sounds of cubs. Soon Elara came into sight, she had two dark brown cubs in between her paws. Scar's no doubt.

"Simba...please understand that-"

Simba once again shook his head. "As far as I'm concerned they don't know who they're father is. But when the time comes, we'll tell them." Simba moved his orange eyes to the cubs. The male had leafy green eyes as the female had dark purple eyes. "What's their names?"

"Kovu and Sherise." Cecilia replied looking adoringly at her siblings.

Simba swallowed the growl he had and smiled at the dark tawny lioness. "Rest and I'll be back to visit."

Cecilia looked at her mother after Simba left. "He'll make a fine king."

Elara smiled and nodded before looking at her cubs. "No doubt about it."

...

Tama eased out of the den and was glad that the rain had stopped. The kings and queens had blessed the Pridelands with countless rain for the past month and a half. Once she was in the plains she bolted towards the eastern border. Inside a den that was hidden by rocks was a small seven year old tan lioness cub with a scruffy tan tuff on her head.

"Mama! You're back!" the cub cried when her inherited purple eyes landed on the creamy orange lioness.

"Mama?"

Tama gasped before turning to see her mother and sister. "Mom? What are you doing here?"

Kala shook her head before entering the den and looked at her granddaughter before looking at her oldest. "When Kula said that you were sneaking out...I didn't want to believe it. Who's the father?"

Tama looked at her daughter, Vitani before lowering her brown eyes. Kula growled in disgust as she looked at her mother.

"Scar's the father!"

Tama rolled her eyes. "Yes. Scar is Vitani's father. Because I love him and is still in love with him."

Kala gasped before placing a colorless paw on her heart. "I don't have the strength."

Kula whimpered as she watched her mother head back to priderock. "You're a complete disgrace! This better not kill mother or I'm done with you!"

Tama glared at her sister's retreating form. Before sighing, she loves Scar even if he did kill her father. But her mother is everything. She turned and picked Vitani up before running out the small den. She ran towards the den on the edge of Pridelands where Zira and her followers resides.