CandyLuv99; I do have something a little different planned later that I'm pretty sure you would like. Thank you for reviewing.

RyanSquad; I'm so sorry. But it hurt me as well to write it. Sarabi is absolutely my favorite Lion King character. But I have something in mind that should help. Thanks for the review.

Some of the lyrics used in this chapter is from the Hamilton musical; Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story. Just added in a few words of my own. Enjoy!

King Simba was extremely grateful to his mother but it aggravated him to the highest that it was his mother that helped him out. When in reality, it's supposed to be the queen's job to take over when things becomes too much for the king.

After a day of spending time with Kion, who has drifted recently. It's mind bottling trying to figure out what's going on. Kion has been a absolute gem, but now he's distanced and moody.

It was in the late afternoon when the afternoon huntresses returned successful.

Simba moved his orange eyes from the group of cubs Kion joined soon as they returned to the lionesses returning.

Cecilia and Kula walked over and greeted their cubs. Worry and concern started to rise as all the lionesses reached his sight minus one. He stood and headed over to his cubhood friends.

"Cecilia? Kula?"

The lionesses looked up and frowned at the look their friend had on his face.

Cecilia nudged the cubs forward before turning back to the approaching king.

"Have any one of you seen my mother?"

Cecilia and Kula shared a look before looking back at Simba. "No we haven't and we haven't seen Kiara all day either."

"Hunter is pretty worried." the pale brown lioness added.

Simba looked away and was about to respond that the tawny lion's neice was off playing with Lela's new cub, at least that's what Nala said.

When said lioness came in his view. Nala's head was low and she was dragging her tail. Simba instantly felt dread fill his heart.

When Nala had finally reached her mate, Simba could see tears in her green eyes.

"There was a accident in the northern gorge-"

Simba didn't hear the rest of what Nala said because he bolted forward towards the gorge.

He prayed as he ran, that everything will be alright. That he wasn't too late, he slid down the side of the gorge totally forgetting about the rocky path. Simba landed on his paws, his eyes scanning for his mother. His orange eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as his gaze landed on the bloody body of his mother.

"Mom...no."

He walked closer and couldn't fight the tears that threaten to fall. He wanted to deny that she wasn't dead. That she'll wakeup and they'll go home. But the smell of death destroyed all of that.

Simba sat by Sarabi's body, his head fell as he closed his eyes. There's so much that was tooken away and made him feel guilty.

"Mom...I'm so, so sorry."

A small sob brought Simba's attention back to his mother's body where he saw a small head pop up from under one of his mother's paws. It brought back painful memories, shaking his head, Simba quickly pulled Kiara close.

"Simba..." the light gold cub cried as she clung to his foreleg. "I didn't mean for this to happen. It's all my fault."

At least that's what Nala said before leaving her here with Sarabi's body. But the queen was right, if it wasn't for her Sarabi would be alive.

"Shhh." Simba said softly. "It's was a accident. No one is to blame."

At least he hopes. But who would kill his mother? Then, his mind flashed of his blasted cousin Zira. He growled lowly before stopping himself.

"But it is my fault! If I didn't...roar the stampede would never had happened."

Simba use to tell himself that when he was growing up in the oasis with Timon and Pumbaa. Simba nuzzled Kiara before singing softly.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known

When I was young and dreamed of glory

You have no control, who lives, who dies, who tells your story"

Kiara tilted her head in confusion before the golden lion went on singing.

"I watched my father die in this very spot

I thought his death was on me

But I wasn't the one that took his life"

Kiara wiped her eyes as she sniffed up some tears. "Who was it?"

Simba sighed before moving his teary orange eyes to his mother's body. "My uncle. He killed him, to become king."

"How sad." Kiara said with her ears against her head. "What happened to you?"

Simba shook his head before standing. "I believe that is a story for another time."

The golden lion glanced at his mother once again and cried for what seemed like forever but he couldn't be selfish. The pride, his sister and aunt needed to know.

Simba walked over and bend down to nuzzle the deceased lioness' muzzle, getting crimson blood on his own muzzle. He stood and bowed his head before grabbing Kiara and headed back to priderock.

...

When Simba returned he was immediately greeted by Nala, Cecilia, Kula, Stara and Nadra. Simba didn't want to say what he's about but everyone had to know.

After placing Kiara down he took a moment to steady himself. "She's dead. Mom is gone."

Crying erupted and it wasn't hard to point out that the loudest were Nadra and Stara.

"The rest of the pride deserve to know."

For once in a long time, Nala was right.

Simba picked Kiara up and headed after Nala and the others. When he put Kiara down again, the light gold cub scampered off to Hunter who held her tight as Stara joined them.

When Nala finally reached under priderock, the pride was gathered around as the tawny lioness sat on a ledge, her head lowered.

"There was a terrible accident in the gorge that took the precious life of our beloved Queen Mother."

The pride gasped before bowing their heads as tears began to fall.

"Sarabi's death was a terrible tragedy..."

Simba lowered his head and didn't bothered to fight back the tears. Prince Ahadi had his head buried in his mother's fur as he cried. Stara held her son close as she cried for the lost of her mother.

Kiara rubbed against her uncle's leg, crying. The light gold cub managed to lift her head to see Hunter and Stara comforting one another. She moved her teary green eyes to see everyone had someone to comfort them, minus one and it broke her heart.

It broke Kiara's heart to see such a mighty lion sob, as his large body rocked like a earthquake. She pinned her ears before walking over, ever so slightly she rubbed against his leg.

Simba opened his eyes and seen Kiara rubbing against his foreleg. He understood it as a comfort gester. He lowered his head and brought Kiara closer as they both weeped in sorrow.

A while after everyone turned in for the night, Kiara couldn't find it in her to fall asleep. That was very clear as she had bags under her eyes.

It was merely six hours since the news of Sarabi's death. She couldn't believe it was true. But as she looked around the cave and seen the emptied spot next to Nadra, it was clear as day.

Prince Kion was cuddled with his great-aunt, everyone else was snuggled or cuddled with someone. But once again minus Simba.

The golden lion was on a rise platform, he was twitching and mumbling. It completely broke Kiara's heart to see him like this. Kiara slowly stood and crept quietly away.

"No...Mom...please don't go..."

Kiara felt her heartstrings tug at those words. He was having a nightmare about Sarabi. She crawled in between his paws and licked his cheek. Simba stirred before blinking his eyes open to see Kiara looking sheepishly.

"Kiara...?"

Kiara sighed before looking up. "I seen you all alone. I felt bad and didn't want you to be alone."

Simba smiled before bringing the light gold cub close and nuzzled her. Earning a blush from the small lioness. "Thank you Kiara."

Kiara smiled before a tired yawn escaped her pale throat. She laid and cuddled into Simba's red mane.

Simba smiled lightly before lying his head down. When he finally closed his eyes, no more nightmares ragged his mind.