Chapter XII: Worried About Consequences

"Fool!" Scar roared, immediately rushing over to his mate. Nala, Lisani, Sarafina and Sarabi stood motionless.

Nala stared, her eyes transfixed on Zira and Scar, Zira lying still as Scar looked at her, hoping she was alright, with a deep concern. If Scar cared this much about the Pridelands, we'd be in much better shape, Nala thought. She covered her injured arm with her paw, and then removed it to only see her fur washed in blood.

"You," Scar growled, "you not only disobeyed your king, but you have injured your queen."

Nala glared, and Scar glared back.

Scar then looked down at his love in a deeply concerned and caring manner, helping her up as she struggled.

"Scar... I..." Zira managed to groan.

"Hush, hush," he commanded her as he escorted her to their den, giving Nala an enraged scowl. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Watch your back," he hissed at her. Nala said nothing. "Someone- Sarabi- go get Rafiki, now," he demanded. Sarabi nodded and turned off to get Rafiki, giving Nala a concerned, yet happy glance.

Nala's gaze followed the couple as they left, until they were out of sight. She sighed and turned her head to the ground, wondering what she had just gotten herself into... when suddenly, she realized a small group of lionesses who had been watching had emerged from any hiding places, smiling at Nala. Nala could only smile back and stare at the ground to cover up her thoughts.

She slid down to the ground and shut her eyes, never wanting to open them again.

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"My, my, Nala, what have ya gotten yourself into this time?" said the voice of Rafiki, approaching Nala as she lie outside of Pride Rock.

Nala looked up at the old monkey and just smiled, but immediately they were interrupted.

"She's not the one I beckoned you for," Scar hissed. "It's Zira."

"Ah, Zira," Rafiki said, acknowledging Scar's words, but sighed once his back was turned. He said 'I'm sorry' to Nala through his eyes before he left to help the other lioness.

Nala shrugged and nodded to the shaman, then rested her cranium down on her paws, and just looked around. How different things would have been... but the memory of him was so distant, she could hardly see him in her mind... What would he look like now? What would he be like... questions that will never be able to be answered.

"Are you okay?" said a soft voice from behind her. Lisani.

"Yeah, just fine," she sighed.

"You but up quite a fight," he said, smiling, sitting next to her. "I didn't think you were so tough," he joked, nudging her in her arm.

"Ow," she said, looking up at him. "Yeah, only during the fight though. After that I'm a bit of a wimp."

He laughed, but stopped once he realized something was up with her. "Your mind is somewhere else right now..."

"Yeah, I know," she mumbled. "But, I don't want to think about it. How's Zira? How much damage was done?"

Lisani paused. "I was hoping your wouldn't ask, really. She's, sort of okay. It's the baby that's concerning Scar and... the lionesses that actually like them," he sighed. "Some damage may have been done to the developing cub."

"Great," Nala moaned, closing her eyes and burying her face in her paws. "I've gotten myself into a mess."

"Just stay out of his way," Lisani suggested.

"All I can do," she whispered.

"NALA!!!"

Nala and Lisani exchanged worried glances as this enraged yell hollered out from Scar's den.

"Just great," Nala groaned.