Notes: I had already published this story before, only for personal reasons I had deleted it. If you want to see it more lively, with images, it's in Spanish, on Wattpad.

(Years ago, in the stampede...)

"Zazu help me!" Simba yelled as he clung to a dead tree as hundreds of wildebeest ran right under him.

Zazu flew next to him, worried about the young prince.

"Your father is on his way, hold on," he told him.

"Fast!" Simba yelled as he felt he was slipping.

Zazu flew as fast as he could towards Mufasa, who was standing on the ledge of the cliff with Scar, looking for Simba.

"There it is! In the tree!" Zazu said as he pointed his wing towards the nearby tree.

"Hold on Simba!" Mufasa yelled and ran as fast as he could to save his only son.

Meanwhile, Zazu was in despair.

"This is awful!" he was yelling, "What do we do? What do we do? Ah! I'm going for help! Yes, I'm going for help!"

But Scar took care of it, leaving the hornbill knocked out: he didn't want anyone to get in the way of his master plan. On his part, Simba was holding out as long as he could in the tree, while his father, despite the beatings, made his way through the herd of wildebeest towards his son.

However, a wildebeest hit the tree, breaking it and Simba found himself flying into the air. But before landing, his father grabbed him. Simba felt safe now that his father had rescued him and he wanted to get out of the horrible canyon. Before Mufasa could even get close to the canyon wall, a wildebeest ran into him and released him.

Simba rolled in the dust for a brief second before realizing that he was in the middle of the stampede and had to avoid the wildebeest once more. At first he thought it was the end until he felt his father pick him up again and carry the young cub to safety on a nearby ledge.

Simba expected his father to join him, but instead, a wildebeest pushed him down under the stampede.

Dad!" Simba yelled knowing that his father was in danger.

You couldn't see anything but the wildebeest and the dust that was raised, it was impossible for anyone to get out of there. But suddenly, Mufasa jumped and, with his claws, grabbed and climbed a rock face. When he couldn't go up any more, he saw his brother Scar his on the ledge.

"Scar!" he yelled at him, pleading for help, "Brother...! Help me!"

At first, he didn't seem willing to help. Then suddenly he clawed at his brother causing him pain. So he approached him.

"Long live the king..." he told him.

So, he released the death of him. Mufasa roared and fell.

(Minutes later...)

But, what Scar did not expect, was that something strange would happen:

Mufasa's consciousness was awake... but not in the Pride Lands, instead everything around him was white, as if he were dead, even though he wasn't completely dead.

"Simba... Simba..." he was saying.

It didn't seem like anyone could answer him. However, someone or something answered him: it was something unknown and somewhat noisy (for animals that have not known crying a human baby).

"Who are you...?" Mufasa wondered, getting up and walking over to the source.

Something appeared in front of him: it was a small light that floated in front of him. Mufasa guessed that it was the source of the crying. Then, he perceived that feeling when Simba was born. With his feeble strength, he tried to comfort that little light.

As soon as he touched it, his being, his soul, was divided into two parts: one flew towards the sky while, in another part, the cry of a newborn was heard.