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"SARABI! KIONI!" Scar's roar echoed over Pride Rock. My sister and I climbed to our feet and walked through a pass in the hyenas. They all laughed and snapped at our heels. I tried to be like my sister, calm and brave, paying them no heed.

We ascended Pride Rock to stand in front of Scar. "Yes, Scar?" Sarabi asked calmly, and not for the first time, I wish I had her calmness.

"Where is your hunting party?" Scar snarled. "They're not doing their job!"

I hissed silently. "There is nothing to hunt, Scar. All of the herds have moved on."

Scar swung his head around to glare at me. "You lie! You always lie to me!" His eyes were wild as he hissed at me.

"Scar," Sarabi said, bringing his attention back to her. "Kioni speaks the truth. There is no food."

Scar shook his head. "No. You're just not looking hard enough."

"Scar," I said softly. His green eyes moved to mine, his pink scare seeming to stand out even more. I held his gaze, making him see the pain and suffering in my eyes. "It's over, Scar. There is nothing left for us here."

His eyes narrowed at me. He was about to yell at me, I knew. Sarabi beat him to it. "There's only one choice," she said, raising her voice slightly. "We must leave Pride Rock."

"We're not going anywhere!" Scar spat back.

"Then you have sentenced us to death," Sarabi hissed slightly. Shock flowed through me. Scar... he wouldn't do that, would he? Of course he would. He's lost it.

"Then so be it." Scar looked away contemptuously.

My eyes widened, as did Sarabi's. "You can't do that!" I cried.

Scar swung around to face me, padding closer. "I am the king!" he roared. "I can do whatever I want!"

I narrowed my eyes. "Scar. I have been telling you for years, ever since we were cubs! You are not king! You never will be!"

He shoved his head in my face. "I am king! Mufasa and Simba are dead! I am king of the pride lands, and no one can stop me!" His eyes were crazed.

I shook my head. "Ahadi and Mufasa will always be a better king than you ever will-"

Scar knocked me with a large paw, sending me hurtling a few feet away. I hit the ground with a gasp. "I'm ten times the king that Mufasa and Ahadi ever was!" he snarled at me. I heard Sarabi growling but I couldn't think. I couldn't concentrate on anything.

A fearsome roar split through the air. I opened my eyes, everything hazy. Up on the ledge, a tall, proud lion with a red mane whipping around in the wind stood. My eyes widened. Could it be...?

"Mufasa?" Scar gasped. "No. You're dead!"

My eyes teared up for the first time in years. "Mufasa!" I whispered in joy and shock. He was alive. He had come back to save us from Scar. My brother.

"Mufasa?" I heard Sarabi hiss in shock. I wanted to call out to her, telling her in joy that her mate was back, but my tongue wouldn't cooperate.

The lion leaped down off the ledge, standing in front of me, next to Sarabi. "No. It's me," a different voice said warmly. I knew that voice...

"Simba? You're alive?" Sarabi gasped with delight and shock. It wasn't Mufasa. It was my nephew! That adventurous, troublesome little cub... "How can that be?" Sarabi continued softly.

"It doesn't matter," Simba said gently. "I'm home." He nudged me softly. "Aunt Kioni?"

Tears filled my vision. "Simba..." I whispered. "Make your father proud."

A/N

Sorry for the rather short chapter. There really wasn't any other place to split it up :P

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