Chapter 3: Goodbye Mother
A.N. another one of my own chapters, I'm sure you all noticed that Sarabi did not appear in the second movie and no reason was given whatsoever, so this chapter will explain. Also I would like to point out that people in the world of this story do not age the way we do; e.g. when people in the story world reach the age of 50, their physical and mental health is similar to that of the age of 20.
Simba made his way down the long, empty, third floor corridor his footsteps echoing of the walls, his brown trench coat flowing behind him. He approached the double doors which he had been walking into every day for the past four months. He opened the doors and walked in, "Mother?" he whispered.
The room was beautifully decorated and as brightly lit as the rest of the palace. Lying in the enormous bed was a woman who looked about 70, but was in fact close to the age of 100.
"Simba," she asked weakly.
"I'm here, mother," he said as he sat in the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his. His mother had been suffering from some disease of the lungs for which old Rafiki had no cure (how old that man was Simba had no idea; he had been alive since his father's time).
"How are you feeling?" asked Simba.
"I feel my time is near," whispered the Queen Mother.
"Don't talk like that, Mother," said Simba, although he knew that she spoke the truth, she was looking extremely weak. Simba shook his head and saw that his mother was holding a rather large book in her hands, he took the book and began to flip through its pages. It was filled with pictures from Sarabi and Mufasa's wedding night. She was dressed in the most beautiful wedding dress he had ever seen. His father was dressed in a very expensive looking suit and in every picture, the two looked happier than ever, but as Simba flipped through the pages he stumbled across a photo which brought back dark memories: his Uncle Scar, sitting alone at a table with a cigarette in his mouth and a half-empty liquor bottle on the table, he wearing his usual suit with the tie undone, he looked bored out of his mind. Compared to the dignity Mufasa kept around him, Scar looked like trash, with untidy hair and short stubble.
"How's Nala?" asked Sarabi, pulling Simba out of his thoughts.
"Oh," said Simba, "She's fine."
"How's my grand-child?" asked Sarabi.
"Fine," said Simba, "You have a beautiful grand-daughter."
Sarabi smiled and rested her head on her pillow, "I wish I could have seen her."
"You will, Mother," said Simba, "Of course you will…"
But it was too late, Sarabi's grip on his hand relaxed and she stopped breathing and Simba knew that she was no longer with him. He felt himself about to burst, he tried to hold it in, but he could not, so he broke down and cried by the side of his dead mother.