CandyLuv99; I kind of feel bad for Das as well. He was just trying to be a better lion. But OCs could be useful.

To the guest that recently reviewed, to much work for him.

Appreciate the reviews and feedbacks. Here's chapter thirty-one, enjoy!

In a land that's constantly bathed in a dim gold light until the sun falls behind the horizon where the moon rises and bathes the entire land in a whitish blanket.

There was a cave surrounded by a field of black flowers, a river ran nearby with a unique black surface. Inside that cave sat a largely built gold, gold-orange mane lion. His gold eyes locked on the unconscious tan lion lying in front of him.

"Get up!"

Soon a groan was heard before a pair of brown eyes opened to see a lion he knew all too well. "Badhi,"

The gold lion snarled causing the other to chuckle. "That's King Badhi to you! You ungrateful slug!" taking a deep breath the gold lion straightened himself. "Now Jadis, you must wonder how you're alive after your encounter with the prince of the Pridelands?"

Jadis glared at the lion. "I want to know how you know that in the first place!"

Badhi chuckled. "The same reason why you and I are still alive and at our prime."

Jadis looked at the King of the Bright Kingdom and knew he was a bit younger than his father before he killed him but now, he has a young but mature look to him.

The tan lion watched as Badhi pushed a shell of water towards him. He gazed into the shell and saw a lion similar to Badhi.

"But how?" was all Jadis could manage to say.

Badhi grinned at Jadis. "How is not important. You have a goal to complete and I knew someone who could give you a second chance of achieving that goal."

Jadis was absolutely confused but knew not to ask too many questions. He just knew he was given another shot at eliminating Asra and her bloodline.

~PP~

The Pridelands has been on edge for weeks since the future King and his bethrole was almost killed by hyenas.

Gwen waited at the entrance of the cave not far from priderock. Her white ears perked at the sound of apporching paws to smile when she saw it was the one she was waiting for.

For Scar, he wasn't thrilled to see his daughter's cousin. The way he was currently feeling, he didn't want to see anyone.

"What are you doing here."

Scar then thought about it and he didn't want to know, he had better things to do. His plan failed and he needed to think of another one and at the moment, he had nothing.

"Never mind, just leave. I would like to be alone."

Scar walked past the white pelted lioness and slumped to the stone floor. Gwen stood before following the younger lion into his den.

Scar growled. "I thought I said leave me alone!"

Gwen smiled before sitting by the reddish-brown lion's side. "I know the perfect plan to get you on the throne."

Scar sat up and looked at the older female with wide green eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Gwen rolled her dark brown eyes. "I know that you desire to be king. I can help you...seeming that I have a desire too."

Scar narrowed his green eyes. "Why do you want to help me?"

Gwen smiled before moving her muzzle to his ear. " I see you for the wonder you are."

Scar looked at Gwen, thinking about it before realizing that he didn't have any choice. Even though his daughter was on his side, Zira wasn't pitching ideas. "Okay. If your plan succeeds I'll personally look into your heart's desire."

Gwen grinned, showing off her teeth. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

...

In The Gorge(A Couple Days Later)

Prince Simba looked around, with a confused expression. "Why are we here Uncle Scar? Dad says that we're not suppose to be down here."

"Don't worry we're here because your father has a marvelous surprise for you."

Scar and Simba stopped near a rock, underneath a small tree.

Simba grinned now interested. " Oooh. What is it?"

Scar shook his head. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

Simba smiled innocently. "If you tell me, I'll still act surprised."

Scar gave a mocking stern look. "You are such a naughty boy."

Simba stood on his light beige colored back paws and put his forepaws on his uncle's black mane covered chest. "Come on, Uncle Scar."

Scar shook his head before stepping back. "No-no-no-no-no-no-no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of... father and son... thing."

Through Simba's expression, Scar see that his nephew resents his dismissive attitude, but soon shrugs it off.

"Well! I'd better go get him."

The gold cub went to follow. "I'll go with you."

Scar turned with a loud snapping tone. "No!" he took a deep breath before regaining composure. "Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas..."

Simba looked surprised. The graveyard accident happened a bit over a month ago and he was sure no one else knew besides his parents and Sarafina. "You know about that?"

Scar nodded. "Simba, everybody knows about that."

Simba lowers his head in embrassment. "Really?"

"Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh?" Scar was clearly enjoying himself; he puts a paw on Simba's shoulder. "Oh... and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?"

"Oh, okay."

Scar pats Simba roughly on the head, then moves off.

Simba looked up with wondering orange eyes. "Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like the surprise?"

Scar stops and looks over his shoulder with a smile. "Simba, it's to DIE for."

Simba waited for a while for his uncle to come back with his father. While thinking about what his uncle said. He rolled her eyes, "Little roar. Puh!"

A lizard walks pass the young cub, causing him to grin before growling at it.

"Rarrr!"

The lizard has no reaction to this first attempt. Simba then jumps down and tries again.

"Rrrraowr-h!"

For the third attempt, Simba moves closer again and inhales deeply.

"RAOWR!"

The lizard looked frightened before it skitters off. Simba's roar echoes around the canyon. The echo is soon eclipsed, however, by a low rumble.

Simba looks down and sees pebbles jumping. A look of terror washes over Simba's face as he sees a herd of wildebeest coming over the lip of the canyon. Without a second thought he takes off in front of the herd.