Kiara walked up the stone slope with Mheetu at her tail tuff. The golden lioness was greeted by the voice of her sister and Scar.

"I think you should reconsider your decision as who your heir should be."

"Why my dear...I thought you were friends?"

"That we were. But Simba is not worthy of the throne. He's incapable plus he doesn't have the king like quality you have. Unlike Kovu, I thought you should know."

"Thank you. I'm sure you'll make a fine queen, dear Nala."

"Finer than Queen Adela?"

"Sadly yes.."

Kiara couldn't believe her ears. When Nala and Scar walked out the young golden lioness bared her teeth.

"How dare you speak ill of Simba our friend and your son. As well as Auntie Adela, our queen and your mate!"

Nala rolled her green eyes. "Last time I checked you didn't want anything to do with the prince."

As the sisters went back and forth, Scar secretly was checking Kiara out. When Kovu ran over with blood running down his face.

"Kovu!" Nala cried before running over and burring her head in the dull brown teen's small black mane."What happened?"

Kovu growled his amber eyes narrowed. "That bastard Simba struck me!"

Kiara and Mheetu's eyes widen as Shenzi and her mate Ed walked over. Scar excused himself and turned to the hyenas.

"What now?"

Shenzi looked at Ed who nuzzled her. The lead hyena turned back to the king. "Ed and I was at the borders when we found blood."

Scar rubbed his temples. "So?"

"The blood belongs to Simba. But there's no body."

Scar dismissed the hyenas before turning to Kovu. "You are now future king."

"You can't do that!" Kiara growled in disbelief.

"I'm the king and I say my oldest son and his future mate shall get the throne after me."

Kiara watched helplessly as Nala, Kovu and Scar walk away. The golden lioness looked down with sad eyes as Mheetu rubbed against her leg.

"Is Simba going to be alright?"

Kiara sighed before looking at the star filled sky. "I don't know, Mheetu."

~O~

Simba woke with a groan as the first thing he did was put his paw to his head.

"You're up. That's good."

Simba moved his orange eyes up where he thought he was seeing things. "Uncle Mufasa?"

"One and only." Mufasa smiled at his nephew.

"But you're dead. I surely must be."

Mufasa laughed. "Alive and well. But let's catch up later. Your here for a reason and that reason is to stop my brother."

Simba shook his head. "Why does father need to be stopped?"

"He's not well...he's..."

"Evil and a tyrant murderer!" a male voice snarled.

Mufasa and Simba looked and seen a brownish teen lion.

"Desta. It was agreed that I do the talking." Mufasa shook his with a sigh.

"True." Desta turned from Mufasa to Simba and growled. "But I have a few words for the prince. Your precious daddy is a killer!"

"How dare you speak ill will of my father!"

"Simba! Did you ever thought about how your father became king?" Mufasa asked his nephew.

"You gave up the throne." Simba said simply.

Mufasa sighed. "That's half. He killed your grandfather and threatened me into giving up the throne."

"It can't be.." Simba whispered in disbelief.

"Your grandmother died from a broken heart. She found out and had a heart attack."

"As your father order a slaughter on my pride!" Desta growled.

"Hyenas?" Simba said softly.

"Your father is the only lion that has hyenas at his only command!" snarled Desta.

Mufasa looked from the brownish teen to his nephew. "On top of everything he replaced you. Without a search party."

"No! That's not true!"

Simba growled before storming away from the two males.

"Should I go after him?" asked Desta as he was about to get up.

Mufasa shook his head. "He'll be back. But follow him, he's going to need a friend."

The brownish teen nodded before turning and running after the dark beige prince.