Hello! Here's Chapter 3. So sorry for the long wait! Oh and another thing, I'll post a timeline of The Pridelands as the last chapter. Have a nice day everyone!

8 years after Simba's birth

Early one morning inside the palace, young Prince Simba jumped out of bed. He remembered what his father had promised him. Simba got dressed and ran down the hall. He burst into his parents' room. "Dad! Dad! Come on! Wake up!" Simba hollered and jumped on Mufasa. "You're son is awake." Sarabi mumbled. "Before sunrise. He's your son." Mufasa said. "Come on, Dad!" Simba said. "Simba, you shouldn't be up this early. Go back to bed and we'll do it later." Mufasa said.

Fine. Simba thought. He punched Mufasa in the arm. "Alright! I'm up!" Mufasa exclaimed. He put on a pair of black jeans and a blue buisness shirt. He kissed Sarabi goodbye and walked with Simba out into the hall. They came to a set of stairs that led to the roof of the palace. Mufasa pushed the hatch opened the hatch and Simba gasped.

He could see everything from up there. Tall buildings, cars, streets, highways, skyscrapers that loomed in the distance, and even people jogging in the Mohatu Memorial Park. "Wow! It's amazing up here!" Simba marveled. Mufasa chuckled. "Look Simba, everything the light touches is our contry. A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day the son will set on my time here and will rise with you as the new king." Mufasa told Simba. "And this will all be mine to rule?" Simba asked. "Everything." Mufasa said.

"But what about that shadowy place?" Simba asked. "That's a bad neighborhood, Simba. We keep a close watch on it. You must never go there." Mufasa said sternly. "I won't." Simba said. "I hope so." Mufasa said and changed the subject. "Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As a king you need to understand that balance. From the economy to our food." "But Dad, don't we eat our food?" Simba asked and raised an eyebrow. "Yes but when we put our scraps in the compost pile we return nutrients to the soil that grows our food. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life." Mufasa explained.

Mufasa and Simba got down from the roof and went back to the main hall. Zazu rushed up to them from the stairs at the entrance of the palace. "Sire! The gangs from the end of town are involed in an attack! We must leave at once!" Zazu cried. "Dad can I come?" Simba asked with his most pleading eyes. "No son. This isn't something you need to see." Mufasa said and ran out the door with Zazu.

Simba sighed and left to go to his mother's dressing room. Sarabi was brushing her hair out and getting ready for the day. "Mom, can I go to Uncle Scar's house?" Simba asked her. "Yes but be careful and be back before lunch." Sarabi said. "Okay Mom." Simba said and left the palace.

Simba didn't have school that day because the school he went to took Fridays off. He spent most of his free time with his best friend Nala and Scar. Simba loved Scar but always considered him a bit odd. Simba could walk to Scar's house because it was less about a mile away and his parents trusted him for the most part. It took him about 15 to 20 minutes to get to the house.

Scar was sweeping his front porch when he saw Simba in the distance. Perfect. Scar thought. He found Simba really obnoxious and thought he was a spoiled brat. "Hey Uncle Scar, guess what?!" Simba exclaimed. I suppose you'll tell me anyway. Scar thought. "What?" he asked. "My dad just showed me the whole city from the top of our roof. He said I was going to rule the whole country too!" Simba told him. Scar suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. "Is that so? Did he tell you about the shadowy place towards the end of town?" Scar asked.

"No, he said I couldn't go there." Simba said sadly. "Well, he's absolutely right. Only the bravest men go there." Scar said. "Hey, I'm brave!" Simba said in defense. "You still shouldn't go there. Shadow Town isn't exactly a place for a young prince. Wait...oops." Scar said faked being mad at himself. "Shadow Town?! Whoa." Simba yelled. "Promise me you'll never go there, Simba." Scar said. "No problem." Simba said. But he knew he would check it out later that day. "Good lad. You run along now." Scar said and shooed him away.

"Okay. Bye Uncle Scar!" Simba yelled as he ran back home. Goodbye indeed. Scar thought and laughed to himself. He ran to his truck and drove to Shadow Town. He told his gang of thugs he hired the plan and parked in the shadows behind some buildings. Then he waited for the moment he'd waited on for years.