THE SCARRED KING AND QUEEN NALA- Ch XX

Last Time- Sarafina demanded an affair with Scar. Nala has realized that though it'd be truly awesome to rid herself of Scar, she has no idea where she'd get the courage to do it.

Notes- Dangit, longer time between the uploads now... sorry guys, I know this story's moving really slowly, but hey- I'm extremely faithful to it ;)

Oh, and SunRise19- I actually have no idea, at this point, where this story's going to end up.

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Nala had not moved nor frankly improved much since her last notable acts. Still she sat cramped in a crevice... and still, physically she couldn't be more uncomfortable, yet she hardly realized- for her mind was occupied. Her thoughts were still on Scar's murder... though now, her spirits had sunk a few inches; for though she'd love to kill him, she had no idea how she would, neither physically nor emotionally.

The young lioness knew she had to be patient with herself. She'd never been very good nor quick at conjuring life-changing plans. Thusly, she was attempting not to push herself to hard... besides, she had all the time in the world.

Even so, she thought, it would certainly be nicer to get rid of him sooner, rather than later.

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Night had fallen upon the pridelands. The King and his accomplice had long ago stopped their sckrewing, and now they were on to most comfortably sharing a place of slumber. Though she was clearly victim to sleep, Sarafina sported a smirk-like grin, and Scar's expression looked about the furthest thing from depressed, as well.

Sarafina's sleep wasn't often occupied by dreams anyway, and when it was they were usually quite foul and unpleasant. However, that night she dreamt only of the wonderful future she felt she was to face with Scar and, if all went well, the new jana.

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It is amazing how much and how quickly the young will grow. Whereas Simba didn't feel older at all, his dubbed daughter had more than doubled in size since his adoption. And she was so very, very much more mature now even than she'd been three months ago, when she'd first realized how extremely quickly she was growing.

Though Simba knew it was natural for any child to wonder as to their own past, Simba was still taken aback when one morning she awoke him saying, "Daddy, where did I come from?"

Uhhhh. Once again, she was awakening him before reasonable hours. However, she'd asked a dreadful question! Knowing his daughter's impatience, he knew he'd have to tell her something... perhaps the truth would do.

As Keo acknowledged her father's awakening, Simba began his response to her inquiry. "Well, Maelekeo, one day I was walking through a desert not too far from here..."

The jana nodded with interest, acknowledging that she was, indeed, listening.

"And I found you laying there, alone and too young to defend for yourself."

Malekeo-Sawadi gasped at this. "What did you do?" she asked.

Simba, enjoying himself by this point, smiled and continued. "I knew I couldn't just leave you there to die" a gasp of delight was heard from Maelekeo "so I took you back here. And you've been here ever since."

"Wow," said the younger, "that's amazing!"

"Yes it is, Keo... it is amazing that I happened to find you then- because if I'd waited much longer, we both would have died."