Chapter 1:
Something had been bothering Simba lately. He had this odd feeling that there was trouble in the near future, but he wasn't sure what. All was going well for him at the moment. He and his wife, Nala, had cubs, the pride was getting along well, no worries. Yet, he couldn't help but be anxious, and Nala had noticed.
"Simba, would you please tell me why you are so worried?" She asked him one day as he sat on the edge of Pride Rock, looking out over the African Savannah. "You have been pacing Pride Rock like a fretting zebra." Her eyes were filled with concern. Simba looked back at her from his gazing out on the savannah. "There is nothing wrong. I'm fine. We are all fine. Kiara and Kovu are doing well; their cubs have turned out fine. There is nothing to worry about." He was about to keep going, but his lioness stopped him, with a chuckle. "Honey, I have known you since you were a mere cub being licked clean by his mother. I know you. When you pace and ramble on like this, there is something on your mind." She smiled. "You can tell me." At this, she gave his majestic face a soft lick. The great lion leader of the pride couldn't take it. His one weakness was his wife's concern and persuasion. "I don't know. There has been this strange feeling I've been having lately. I feel as though something bad is about to happen."
"Simba." Nala interrupted. "You are just being paranoid. Things have been peaceful lately; well, if you don't count that warthog friend of yours, Pumba's, gas." The two lions chuckled at this. If there were any natural disasters on the pridelands, it was if Pumba the warthog had eaten something that didn't agree with him. "All the pride leaders have it when nothing happens for a while. Things have been going so well lately, I guess you just miss all the old adventure. I think you might just be bored and inventing your worry. Its very normal for your brain to create false senses of danger. Even your dad did it."
"You are probably right, I need to relax. There is nothing to worry about. We are fine. We can calm down…" Simba said.
"Simba."
"Yes?"
"You are rambling again." His wife said with an amused smile.
All of a sudden, they heard the scratching of little lion cub paws climbing as fast as they could up the rocky side of Pride Rock. "Grandma! Grandpa!" a shout of Kiara's cubs rushing to greet them.
As the rest of them exchanged kisses and playful nips, Simba held back. "Nala is right." He thought to himself. "I need to relax. Everything is all right." However, the more the lion tried to convince himself of this, the less certain he became.