Author's Note: I only own Lula, Sarah, and Michael, but do not have the rights to claim the other characters, as they all belong to the creators of "The Lion King". I loved reading your reviews and hope for some more! Just another quick reminder, almost everything is in past tense for a reason, but feel free to correct me on my mistakes. By the way, the story is going to have some dark turns soon, so get ready! I also want to thank one of my friends, Jackie, for helping me think of new ideas for the story. Thank you guys and have a beautiful day! :)

I stared at Mufasa, Sarabi, and Simba who walked in front of me as we were jaunting back to the lion's den. Along the way, pain had struck my heart every time I heard Simba laugh or when Mufasa gave his son the biggest bear hug I had ever seen; the way Sarabi chortled as she caressed Simba's small patch of fur left me with envy. I knew thinking like this was wrong, but I believed I had a right to be jealous. Stupid of me, I understood that, but when I saw them all together, this reminded me of when my parent's let me stand in the middle of both of them and swung me around with their bare hands, kind of like a children's swing set. I could never forget the time when my parent's dropped me when I got older, where they claimed that I was to "heavy" to be picked up. It took all of my embodiement tovnot dawn on the times of all of us laughing together. My heart was striken with grief because I never got to say my goodbyes to my loved ones. I tried so hard to not think of my parents, but they haunted not only my dreams but impersonated and intruded figments of my reality. Sometimes I would believe I was possessed by an evil entity when I saw the bloody faces of parent's floating before me. When I was in this abjected state, I was passed the point of redemption and casted into a living nightmare because hell would have been a far lesser punishment for me. I was the reason my parent's died, I constantly integrated that into my mind and would not let my belief escape. They did not deserve to be punished because of my misfortune. I was the one of should of been killed.

"Lula, are you not coming in?" Mufasa questioned when he looked back at me just to see that I stood right outside the den and refused to head inside as I was busy staring off into space. I dreamed of a greater figure than my own that failed to whisk me away and decided to torture the ones that I didn't want to get hurt. I felt like I was locked, isolated in a prison cell, and through my tiny window, I had been forced to watch the sufferings of my people. I had to stop thinking like this before I went insane for real.

"No, I need some fresh air." I professed wistfully. "It has been a while since I cleared my thoughts…" I managed to splutter out one of my many excuses against in going inside the cave and rambled away to wherever I felt like, despite the fact that Mufasa gawked at me as if I committed complicity. Right now, this last thing that mattered to me was my relationships with the pride members. All I care about as of now was myself and only myself. The memories of Scar flooded into my mind and I struggled to hold back my emotions. I felt dirty and the opposite of my usual self. I had to get out of here.

"Simba, please follow her for me."

"Humans are such selfish creatures, but that was what made her interesting. She had no idea what was heading toward her. Besides, if she was normal, this would not have made an interesting story."

As I strolled and wandered around, I soon found myself upon a grassy hill i had saw before and laid down in no particular spot of favoritism. While the wind blew, I shivered with not only from coldness, but with fear. So much of my life had been changed already, so I wondered what was going to occur later on in the future. My thoughts scrambled to find specific answers for my destiny countless of times. I inquired on simplistic questions that did not really matter too, such as whether or not my hair will get longer, will my acne ever go away, or if my fear of butterflies can disappear? Deep down, my conscious screamed at me to gain some common sense, to be downhearted and depressed, because the fact was that my parents literally just died, but something inside of me sensed that everything I had endured was not as sufferable as it could have been, or as worse as it was going to be in the future. That was if I had any future anyway.

"Oh lord, I hate it when I am depressed." I sulked and wiped my tears away with my shirt.

After I sniffled a couple of times, I gawked up into the evening sky, and wished I had been one of the stars that shined descending rays onto its verdurous plains. While I snuggled my head to be closer into the dirt that gave life to its localized folk, I barely made out the sounds of tiny crickets that chirped until their heart was content and the sounds of bird's wings that fluttered back to their nests in life's cycle of morning and night. When I brought my legs onto my chest for some warmth, I smiled while I recognized constellations that I learned from my middle school years such as the Big Dipper and Castor and Pollux. Down past the fertile hill, I gazed toward my favorite flowers, the Opium and the Daphne. As the stars twinkled ever so softly in the periwinkle vault of heaven, I thought I heard familiar whispers that were spoken to me before. I felt like I heard of the voices from my past lives, but that would be crazy, right? How I was able to remember things nobody should ever remember. They were the reasons why I tried to conceal my identity, as if I knew what that was myself. Maybe a part of me knew the truth, but it does not matter anymore and you will eventually find out why. At that time, I felt like a blanket of evil. Other times, I was a possessed doll that committed treacherous sins.

"You are a necessary evil…"

"Lula, what are you thinking about?" "Are you okay?" I perceived from a small lion from abaft. I took a brisk gander to happen to see Simba who also not too far where I was sat. For a split second, I thought he pitied me. Why does he want to be with a girl like me? I had to shake my head to erase the negativity out. "Stop saying that to yourself, Lula. Simba means well!"

"Oh, I am not thinking of anything special." I revealed to Simba and went back to focus on the luster, effulgent stars that sparkled in the great unknown. I still attempted to push the negative thoughts out of my mind, and tried to stay positive, but what was the point?

"She was reaching her breaking point, the poor soul. Too bad it would only get much worse."

Perhaps Simba caught my attention fixating at duskiness because he yawned and harped on, "My father told me that the great kings of the past are up there."

"Are the kings up in the sky any good?" I hesitated to confess. "My parents had never told me anything like that." "If somebody is truly up there, I have a plethora of questions for them."

Simba stared at me with a flabbergasted expression and huffed, "What kind of parents were they, then?"

"Well, the ones that died were not my biological parent's first of all, and I have not met my real parent's yet. My other family were atheists, so there was no way they would take me to church." I countered while I reminisced my past. I began to remember the time when my mother had gave me a lecture on how religion was idiotic or the time when my father had always whipped me after I came home excitedly after my World Religion class. The image of my mother crushing my poem of the cruelty of the world suddenly popped into my mind. It was then I realized that even the most joyful of people had a tragic secret inside of them, and how we all have something to hide. Is that not ironic though? How nobody can be themselves anymore or otherwise we all would be judged and discriminated? It was also pathetic that I judged other people too. The person who hated being victimized showed bias to others. Again another sin of me being alive or being myself. Maybe I could turn myself in lion jail?

"Lula, there is no such thing as a g-d!" "Get that through your pathetic brain of yours already!" my father would dictate as I dashed to my room in tears. "You do not know anything!" I would wail back in frustration.

"Why don't they believe me?" I continuously questioned. "Do they not see who we are?"

"No matter how many times her parent's told her that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment. She was beyond saving and nobody knew that better than herself, I hope."

Flashback:

"Honey, are we ready for a baby?" asked a young woman of thirty. She had blonde, curly locks that touched her delicate shoulders, which emphasized her fragile statue. Her pale blue tank top barely covered her plumped stomach, and she turned to her husband and looked into his emerald eyes.

Her husband rubbed his rough hands into his crimson hair and took a deep exhalation, as he was in deep concentration. His wife and him just gotten married in the fall, and were not stable for a child as of right now. In fact, his wife should not have gotten pregnant at all because she had lazy ovaries and always took birth control. They also questioned on what disabilities their child would have, due to the fact that his wife drank and smoked during the first trimester. They were not bad, no, but they were just clueless on what being a parent meant. There was no book to tell you how to be a parent, you just are one. It is like questioning why people love or why people die. It just happens and we have no control of it. Nobody has control over his or her own lives, and this included Lula and the others too. They were all oblivious in an odd sense; evil that cannot be demurred was heading closer to the Pride Lands, but they all remained felicitous with each other.

"I wish this would not have happened to her, but it was her destiny, her fate, and that cannot be unwritten."

"Everything will be fine, I am sure of it." the husband replied before he took another deep breath and swallowed. "Sarah, we have to do this right." he said as he placed his rough hands on her shoulders and embraced her. He loved his wife and child with all of his heart, he promised, but he could not bear this situation any longer.

Sarah nodded and looked into her husband's eyes as she leaned foward and kissed him softly on the cheek. She then gently whispered "Michael, we only have one shot at this...if anything goes wrong, then...". She paused as her husband pressed a finger to her lips and murmured back "I know, Sarah, I know...". "Everything depends on us and the baby..." he looked down at his wife's swollen belly and held back his tears. He had to remain strong. He could not show his weakness and anxiety to his wife, or else she would be worried even more.

"Our poor little Lula..." Sarah muttered and held Michael even tighter. "She must never know the truth or else-"She was interrupted by Michael shaking his head to stop her from continuing.

"No need to explain, okay? We just have to play our role and…" he stopped talking and let the silence fill the atmosphere.

"…and then we die" Sarah finished and placed a hand to her forehead to cover her eyes.

"…and then we move on" Michael revised and smiled dolefully. "We will always watch over her."

"What Michael said was the truth, at least. They would all meet again…just not in the best of ways".

Simba must have noticed that I looked terribly grave and decided to cheer me up a bit. He tugged at my shirt and put on a beatific expression on his face. "Let's race back to Pride Rock!" A small part of me laughed, especially since Simba's suggestion sounded more like an order than anything else.

"He is going to be a wonderful king..."

"Okay, put we have to count to three first!" I stretched and got into my running position. In the background I heard Simba counting "One…two…" At the sound of two, I darted past Simba and sprinted as fast as I could have managed. I tried remembering what my past physical education instructors taught me about breathing techniques. "In...out...in...out...".

"Hey! You cheated!" Simba squealed from behind and tried catching up with me. I heard his paws crush the blades of grass as he jogged to my side and boasted "...you run so slow"!

I pouted at his way and an idea popped into my mind. I pretended to trip over some pebbles and rolled on the ground a little for some extra effect. "Ow!" I burst and clutched onto my ankle.

Simba stopped sprinting at that point and rushed to my side. "Lula, what happened?" he inquired as he inspected my leg.

"I don't know, I think I fell over something..." I grunted and before Simba could tell that I actually had no injury, I threw some dirt in his face and skedaddled. "Catch me if you can, knucklehead!"

"I am never going to believe you again!" Simba bantered as he rubbed the dust out of his eyes.

"It is too late now! I already won the..." I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a dark figure peering down from the top of the cliff of Pride Rock. Even though it was nightfall, I managed to squint and saw that it was Scar. My legs became frozen with fear and I stiffened almost immediately. He slowly walked down past the trail and headed toward me. I tried to head back to where Simba was, but my body failed to listen to my thoughts.

"Lula, pull yourself together. You do not want anything like what happened before to occur again!" my brain screamed at me, but my limbs did nothing in response. By the time I could blink again, Scar already arrived and took in my appearance as one would with a piece of property. "You are filthy." he stated plainly with no emotion behind his words. He brought a paw to my waist and pushed me closer to him.

"Please...let me go!" I sputtered and attempted to shove him away. He was about to say something, but Simba suddenly appeared. "Are you two playing without me?"

All of a sudden, Scar let go of me and I collapsed onto my knees. He took a quick glance at my direction and sighed. As he walked away, I released a breath I had been holding. I felt so relived now that he was gone. I just do not know what to do when we are both ever alone again-

"What kind of game where you two playing, Lula?" Simba asked as a frown appeared on his face.

I brushed the dirt out of my clothes and looked in Simba's direction. It took me a few seconds to come up with an answer, but I managed to blurt out a pathetic lie anyway. I could not reveal the truth to anyway. It is not as if they would of believed me anyhow. "It was a staring contest!" Deep down, I was hitting my head in frustration. As if Simba would ever believe a stupid excuse like that...

"Oh! I never heard of that game! Can you teach it to me?" Simba begged eagerly. I saw that he was happy because he was wagging his tail in a cycle of circles. I realized that rrom my timea if volunteering with an animal organization. However, it took all of my energy to not faint at the spot. Did Simba seriously believe what I just said? There is no way he could ever-

"Lula! Simba! There you are!" A voice in the background howled. I then saw an auburn mane lion dash to me. He hastened his pace and brought me into a hug. "Never leave so abruptly again, Lula! You didn't even tell me where you were going!"

"I am sorry Mufasa, I just needed some time alone. I honestly did not think you would care where I would go anyway..." I whispered and focused my eyesight toward the ground.

"Well, you thought wrong! You are under my care now." Mufasa put a paw on my chin and forced me to look back into his concerned eyes. "But besides the point, I was going to tell you sooner, but the hunt for tomorrow starts early in the morning so you should wake up early-"

Why was he talking about hunting? Just then, I thought of the time of when my biology teacher taught a class on ecology. "...The lionesses are the ones who find food for the pack..." she would say.

Before he could continue even more, my mouth dropped open and I shrieked loudly, "I cannot hunt! I am a pescetarian!"

"A hoodawada?" Mufasa questioned and perked his eyebrows in curiosity. Simba also gave me a strange look.

"It means I do not eat any meat but fish!" I almost screamed into both of their ears. There was no way I could of hunted. It would of been like going against my free will. I mean seriously, I never heard of an almost vegetarian killing animals. It just doesn't work like that!

"Okay, I do not know how you humans work things like this out, but all females are required to hunt. It is our tradition and there is no way to get out of it!" Mufasa declared and sauntered away with Simba by his side. While they were both laughing, I felt like banging my head against a brick wall. I then thought of what my father would say in my predicament.

"Only this would happen to you, Lula!" He would joke.

I tried to make the best out of my situation and decided to ignore the problem until the next morning. I was beyond tired and my feet felt like they were going to fall off. My entire body felt crushed under the weight of the world. "Maybe Mufasa would forget what he told me...?" I knew that tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

A couple of feet ahead of me, Mufasa and Simba were discussing about trivial topics. "I hope Lula gets some zebra for us! It is my favorite!"

The pescetarian helping lions find meat for the rest of the pack, I would never forget that day. I mean, it was the day something changed. Whether that change was good or bad, is up for you to decide.