Wassup guys? Alright this is most likely gonna be the most saddest chapter ever cuz my favorite character Mufasa is leaving us T_T. I had a very hard time writing this chapter because it was so emotional to me and made me cry like 3 times, but I hope it's still good and I hope y'all are taken away by this chapter like I was.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE LION KING NOR DO I OWN THE SONG USED IN THIS CHAPTER
Simba's POV:
"Now you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you!" Uncle Scar said with enthusiasm.
"Ooh, what is it?" I asked excitedly. Uncle Scar smiled.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise then, now would it?" he said. I climbed up on a rock, like Uncle Scar told me to, and sat down.
"If you tell me, I'll still act surprised" I bargained but Uncle Scar wasn't letting up.
"Oh, you are such a naughty boy!" he teased and I frowned.
"Come on, Uncle Scar" I pleaded but he shook his head at me.
"No, no, no, no, no, this is just for you and your daddy! You know…a sort of father/son…thing. Well, I better go get him" he said
"I'll go with you!" I offered and leapt off the rock but Uncle Scar turned around looking almost…horrified by that idea. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me.
"No! Umm…no. Just stay on this rock" he said as he nudged back onto the rock. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with those hyenas" he said and I winced inwardly from the memory of that day. My dad had long forgiven me, Nala and Anaya, but the thought and memory of looking at his angry face and seeing how disappointed he was in me was so painful that it almost shattered my spirit.
"You know about that?" I almost whispered sadly.
"Simba, everybody knows about that" he said with a pout. I frowned even more.
"Really?" I asked
"Ohhhhh yes. Lucky daddy was there to save you, eh?" he asked with a smile, but I was still sad from thinking of how much trouble we had gotten into that day because of my stupid idea. If only I had listened to Uncle Scar's advice and kept it secret, my dad wouldn't have been so disappointed in us and mad at me. I felt like a terrible son that day and a terrible future king also. Even now, I still felt that way about myself.
"Oh and just between us, you may want to work on that little roar of yours, hmm?" Uncle Scar suggested.
"Oh okay" I said glumly and he smiled before he started to walk away.
"Hey Uncle Scar!" He stopped walking.
"Will I like this surprise?" I asked curiously
"Simba, it's to DIE for!" he said before he continued on walking away. I was excited beyond belief for the surprise that my dad had for me. I sat down on my hind-legs and just waited and looked around this old deserted canyon, but then my mind began to drift towards Anaya and what she was doing right now at this very moment.
Anaya's POV:
Since I had joined the pride, I had noticed something. I have spent so much time with Mufasa and Simba that I didn't spend any time with Zahra at all and that made me feel bad. Zahra was my caretaker and my foster mother and I felt as if I had neglected her and abandoned her and that hurt my heart. Zahra wouldn't say anything and would let me enjoy myself because she knew that it was the best way for me to heal from my personal tragedy, but at the same time, Zahra was hurting far more than she let everyone else see. She may smile and laugh and pretend that everything is okay and dandy, but I knew that mask that she put on her face all too well. It was the same mask that I used to shield how I felt towards everyone here. Zahra wasn't someone who would just all her feelings out there. She kept them bottled inside and let them eat away at her heart and that wasn't healthy at all. Zahra always told me that I would forever be her daughter even if we weren't blood, but I knew deep down inside her closed heart she was still grieving over her deceased children and I didn't want to be their replacement. So, to help Zahra and her grieving, I decided to spend the whole day with her. At first, Zahra said that I didn't have to go through all this trouble and that I should play with Simba or Nala, but that wasn't possible. Simba was with his uncle right now so that was out and I knew that Nala wouldn't want to do anything with me, unless of course Simba was involved. So she was DEFINITELY out. After much convincing on my part, Zahra finally gave in and we went on our mother/daughter day trip. First, we ran through the Pridelands, just enjoying the wind brush past our faces, making us feel like we could fly like the wild birds. Then we went hunting and Zahra caught a zebra and then an antelope for us to eat and then later on she taught me how to hunt even better and that bonded us more. Later on, Zahra and I found a field of wild flowers that were so gorgeous! We lay in the grass and relaxed against each other. It felt nice to be having quality time with Zahra and just enjoying this little special moment between the two of us. My mother and I hardly got to have those special times together because my mother either had to hunt for us, and when I say 'us' I mean just the two of us, or because she was sick. You see, the other lionesses in my old pride never shared their kill with us, so my mother was forced to hunt for us and her age only made it harder for her to do that. My mother was the eldest of the lionesses so it took her a longer time to catch her prey and most of the time, the prey that she caught wasn't fulfilling. It was usually a really small or weak prey or a tiny animal. And because she had to hunt for us all the time, she became sick. My mother hardly ate her piece of the kill because she always wanted me to eat and be nourished instead of herself and that only worsened her sickness. My mother was a selfless lioness but because of it, it weakened her physically. I always used to crave those special moments with my mother whenever we had them, but now, lying on the grass here with Zahra, this moment made me realize how much I really missed those sweet times. I looked up at Zahra and saw her looking out to the horizon. She then looked down at me and smiled softly before she bent her head down and nuzzled her nose against my cheek. I purred in content and relished at the soft yet gentle touch.
"Anaya?" she said and I looked at her.
"Yes?" I replied
"I'm happy that we came here. It's times like these that are most special to me" she said and I nodded
"I never got to experience this with Kali or Mara" she said sadly. I looked at her sympathetically and nodded.
"I never really used to have quality time with my mother a lot. She was always sick and had to hunt for us, well me, all the time. But I love being here with you now, Mama. I-" I was interrupted when Zahra gasped in surprise.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked in concern. I looked at Zahra's face and saw her eyes fill with love as they suddenly became glossy.
"You….you called me 'Mama'" she said quietly and I blushed. I had never called Zahra that before and she never pushed me to call her that because Zahra believed that when I felt comfortable, I could call her that. And I was now.
"Because you are my Mama now. Now and f-forever" I said softly and my voice cracked a little. What I was saying to Zahra was true but it was touching my heart deeply. From day one, Zahra had been my caretaker and protector, but now that I looked and realized at it, Zahra was more than that to me. She was my mother and I loved her dearly for all that she has done for me and all the love and care she has given me.
"I-I love you, M-Mama" I said shakily as tears of happiness filled my eyes. Zahra's tears had already spilled over and she smiled at me with love and happiness in her eyes.
"I love you too, Anaya. My sweet daughter" she said as she licked the top of my head and nuzzled me. I nuzzled her back and sighed in content. This feeling was glorious right now. The feeling of being loved by a mother once again and knowing that my place was in Zahra's embrace. I would never forget this wonderful feeling right now, but I did wonder how Simba was right now.
Simba's POV:
I was still waiting for my dad to show up, but after a while I got bored. I was still laying down on the rock and kept thinking about what Uncle Scar had said about my roar. I knew he meant well and was trying to help me, but the way he said it made me feel like my roar was absolutely pathetic. I frowned and looked at this little chameleon walking off a branch and onto the hard ground.
"Little roar? Puh!" I grumbled and continued to watch the chameleon walk slowly away from me and then I got an idea. I stood up and roared at it a little but it didn't seem fazed by me. I frowned and leaped off the rock and tried again but it still ignored me. I looked menacingly at the small creature and hopped behind it and roared the loudest roar I could do and this time, it heard me loud and clear and scurried away. I smiled triumphantly as I heard the sound of my roar echo through the canyon, but then something confused me. I heard a small little rumbling sound begin to echo above me and when I looked down, I saw three little pebbles tremble and then jump up and down. What's going on? I looked ahead and above me I saw a large herd of wildebeests come running down the canyon and headed towards me. My heart sank in fear and no sooner did I begin running for my life.
The wildebeests were fast and ran in columns towards me. I pushed my legs harder and tried to run faster than I did before but the wildebeests kept gaining on me and ran faster. At first I thought that these wildebeests were here to kill me, but when I looked at their faces, I could see that they were startled by something but what was the question? But I really had no time to try and figure that out because right now, I had to focus on surviving this stampede.
Narrator's POV:
Scar smiled evilly as he watched his nephew run for his life from above. The plan was in motion and now the only part missing from his ingenious plan was the main star, Mufasa. He glanced at Simba's scared-self one more time and then darted for Pride Rock. Mufasa was walking through the Pridelands with Zazu on his shoulder, just monitoring the land until Zazu said something that surprised him a little.
"Oh look, sire. The herd is on the move" Zazu said. Mufasa stopped walking. Why would the herd be moving now? It wasn't their time to migrate again.
"Odd?" he said, just before Scar came running up to him.
"Mufasa! There's a stampede in the gorge! And Simba's down there!" Scar said with mock fright. Mufasa on the other hand was scared now.
"Simba?!" he said with alarm and then hurriedly ran down to the gorge with Scar and Zazu. However, Scar was grinning cruelly as he ran behind his brother.
Simba continued to run faster but his legs were beginning to slow down on him from the exhaustion he was feeling. Simba glanced up at the wildebeests a couple of times and a few of them glared at him and tried to trample him. Simba was now in between the wildebeests and he quickly maneuvered his way through them and then climbed up a small tree, but barely hanging onto the branch as the rough and wild animals ran past him.
Mufasa and Scar had finally made it to the gorge and quickly ran down to where the stampede was still running. Zazu flew ahead and went down into the gorge and searched for Simba, but was horrified at seeing the young prince barely hanging to a thin tree branch and immediately flew towards him.
"Zazu, help me!" Simba begged with fear evident in his eyes. Zazu felt such pain at seeing the young rambunctious prince scared to death.
"You're father's on his way! Hold on!" Zazu said
"Hurry!" Simba pleaded as he struggled to stay on the branch and not fall. Mufasa and Scar slid down the pathway and onto a ledge where they were able to get a clear view of the stampede. They both looked left and right, trying hard to find Simba but with no luck until Zazu came up to them.
"There! There! On that tree!" Zazu pointed and Mufasa gasped as he saw his son starting to slip off the fragile branch.
"Hold on, Simba!" he called to his son. A wildebeest ran past the tree and broke off a piece of the tree trunk, making the tree slant and frightening Simba even more than he already was. He screamed out in fear and that was the last straw for Mufasa. He couldn't waste anymore time. Mufasa hopped down from ledge to ledge until he was on the ground with the wildebeests and ran along with them.
"Oh Scar, this is awful! What do we do?! What do we do?!" Zazu asked panickedly. Scar scowled at him.
"I know, I'll go back for help! Yes, that's it! I'll go back for-" but he was interrupted when Scar back-handed him and Zazu landed against the wall and fell down unconscious. Mufasa continued to run and once he passed by Simba, he made a quick U-turn and ran back to his son but was knocked down by a wildebeests hooves. He shook his head and looked up in horror as the branch that Simba was hanging on finally broke off when a wildebeest ran into the tree and finally broke it, sending Simba flying into the air. He screamed in terror as he began to descend onto the stampeding animals but suddenly, Mufasa leaped up and caught Simba in his mouth and ran with him to the ledge again. Scar watched with a devious smile from above and smiled when he saw Mufasa get knocked over again by another wildebeest, dropping Simba onto the ground. Simba looked up and tried to move out of the way to avoid being stepped on, but Mufasa came behind him and grabbed his son again and quickly jumped onto the ledge again. He placed Simba carefully on the ledge and looked at his son with a worried expression, but he had no chance to ask Simba if he was okay because he was pushed away by the wildebeests again and then fell onto the ground with a loud thud.
"Dad!" Simba yelled worriedly. Simba searched through the stampede from the ledge, looking for any sign of his father and after a while he began to feel tears well up in his eyes. Finally, Mufasa, with a roar, leaped from the stampede and dug his claws into the hard rocky wall that he landed against, gritting his teeth as he used every ounce of his strength to hold on. Simba smiled with relief and watched his father climb up the rocky wall and hurried up the ledges, hopefully to see his father make it to the top. Mufasa was almost to the top and he glanced up and saw his brother above him with a stoic expression.
"Scar! Brother! Help me!" he pleaded as he began to slip. Scar kept that stoic expression until it finally turned into a rage filled expression on his face and he dug his claws into Mufasa's skin, drawing blood and making Mufasa yell out in pain. Scar then bent his head down towards Mufasa's and looked at him in the eyes with a cruel smile.
"Long. Live. The king." He said and Mufasa's eyes widened in horror and shock as he now realized what his brother was going to do to him. Then with a powerful thrust, he pushed Mufasa's claws off of the ledge and Mufasa fell back and down the gorge. He yelled in terror and closed his eyes as he fell and Simba stood on the lower ledge and watched in horror as his father fell to his death.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Simba screamed in horror until he couldn't scream anymore or see his father. He quickly jumped down from the ledges while the last of the wildebeests ran through the gorge.
Simba's POV:
I looked around the now sand-dust filled canyon for my dad, but he was nowhere in sight. He had to be here somewhere. I looked left and right, trying to search for any sign of him but still came up with nothing.
"Dad!" I called out but didn't hear him reply. I then heard a rustling sound and my ears quirked up to the noise.
"Dad?" I said softly, but a wildebeest came running towards me and then hopped over me and ran past a big lump on the ground and when I looked closer, I realized it was my dad. I gasped and ran to him, but when I looked at his face, I felt my heart drop and pain take over at his closed eyes and stilled, motionless body. I walked up closer to him and inspected his face, searching for any sign that he could hear me or that he was okay.
"Dad?" I said but he didn't answer. My heart sank again.
"Dad, come on" I begged, but still no reply. My heart dropped ever further.
"You gotta get up" I said as I tried to lift his face up but it fell back down with a plop. My heart shrunk more and I felt a huge lump in my throat at his unresponsive self.
"Dad, we gotta go h-home" I said and my voice cracked at the last word as I tried shaking him, but it didn't work. 'No' I thought with fear. I tried tugging on his ear with my teeth like I always did, but it had no effect. 'No, no, please' I thought again with desperation.
"Help!" I yelled out to something or someone but I knew no one could hear me.
I wasn't ready, I had a right to say no
But you did anyway, tell me father, why did you leave me so?
"Somebody! Anybody!" I yelled again, but I knew it was futile.
My heart is on fire and it's too hard to breathe
I am begging you, so answer me this: why did you leave?
You were my hero and yet you leave me like this?
Broken, depressed and now alone in this dark abyss
You can no longer hear me or see me. You are now gone
So tell me this father, how will I move on?
I didn't want to believe it. Not at all. My father is strong! My father is brave! My father is a hero! My father is King! My father…. M-My f-father…My….D-dad….and at that point, I knew I was broken. I had come to terms with the horrid truth of this moment right now. The inevitable truth that I refused to believe was now consuming me and my heart, eating away at me, laughing at me, taunting me, torturing me mercilessly, killing me slowly.
My father was dead.
And he wasn't coming back.
"H-h-help" I said brokenly as I finally let my tears fall. It was hard. It was hard for me to accept the blunt and obvious truth that my hero, my savior, my mentor was no longer with me. My heart felt like it was wrenched and cut up into a million pieces and when I looked at my father again, I was shot with an unbearable pain that made it hard for me to move or do anything. I walked slowly, painfully back over to my motionless father and slipped my body underneath his large paw and did the only thing I could do. I cried. I cried softly and nuzzled him. I cried for him risking his life to save me. I cried for the wildebeests that trampled him. I cried for his brave smile, his confident face, his loving embrace. Anything that I could remember about him, I cried for. It wasn't long until I felt another presence was here with me and my dead father.
"Simba" the familiar voice said and I looked up to see my Uncle Scar. He had a look of pure horror and shock written all over his face.
"What have you done?" Uncle Scar whispered. I pulled away from my father.
"T-there were w-wildebeests a-and….he tried to save. It was an accident, I didn't mean for it to happen" I pleaded to him to believe me. I never wanted this to happen to my dad. Never.
"Of course, of course you didn't" he said sympathetically
"No one….ever means for these things to happen" he said as he pulled me away from my dada and let me cry against his leg as he patted my back.
"But the king is dead" he said and I looked up at him with my tear-streaked face.
"And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive" he said with a disappointed look. I looked down at the ground. So this was….my fault? I…I killed my…no! No! No, I would never…..but….it was my fault. If I wouldn't have roared to the chameleon then….the stampede wouldn't have started….and my dad wouldn't have to come rescue me…and he would be…alive right now. So….it was my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. Uncle Scar gasped.
"What will your mother think? And more importantly….what would Anaya think?" he asked me and that broke me to pieces even more. It would break my mother's heart if she knew what I had done but Anaya…..Anaya had already been living with the demons of her past when she came to our pride and now she would find out that the guy she trusted…..the guy that she had looked up to….the guy that she had considered like a brother to her…..was a killer. I was a monster….no,…..I was a murderer.
I murdered my father.
Anaya would never forgive me and that hurt me so much to point where I was now gasping for air because it was so hard for me to breathe now. I looked up at my Uncle Scar.
"What am I gonna do?" I asked him
"Run away, Simba. Run" I backed away from him and looked at my dead father for guidance but he wasn't here to help me anymore because I killed him.
"Run away and never return" Uncle Scar said and without a moment's more delay, I took off without another word.
Narrator's POV:
Scar smiled as he watched his nephew run away from this scene and from the guilt that Scar had planted in him. Scar then heard the hyenas come up slowly behind him and that smile turned into a murderous expression.
"Kill him" he said and the hyenas took off laughing and cackling as they went after the prince. Simba stopped for a moment and looked up and saw a dead end. The wall was way too high for him to climb and he didn't know how to make it to the other side. Suddenly, Simba heard voices growling and snickering behind him and when he turned around he was terrified to see those same hyenas that had tried to kill him and his friends last time. Simba looked ahead and saw a small opening and hurriedly ran towards it, squeezing his body through it just before Banzai's claws could grab him. He ran ahead but then stopped as he looked down and saw that the ledge could actually kill him and was far down. He gasped and considered turning back but then he heard the hyenas' voices again coming closer. Simba, with no choice, jumped and tumbled down the hill and the hyenas ran down the hill after him. Simba tumbled off the ledge and landed in a field of old vines with thorns all over. They scratched his skin a little but he didn't have it in him to care at the moment because he was so focused on saving himself from the hyenas' hungry mouths. Banzai ran ahead but his eyes widened when he saw the all the prickled vines up ahead. He tried to slow down but Shenzi and Ed bumped into him and he landed in the field of thorns. He leaped up into the air, howling out in pain and holding onto his backside with a pained expression. Shenzi and Ed didn't care and felt it was too hilarious to not laugh and cackled whole-heartedly. Shenzi looked ahead and saw Simba still running away.
"Hey! There he goes! There he goes!" she said to her friends. Banzai pulled out some thorns from his paw and looked at her.
"So go get him" he said. Shenzi looked at him as if he was deranged as Ed.
"There ain't no way I'm going in there! What you want me to come out looking like you, cactus-butt?" she said with a smirk.
"But we gotta finish the job" Banzai said as he pulled the last thorns out of his skin.
"Well, he's as good as dead out there anyways. And if he comes back, we'll kill him" she said and Banzai smiled.
"Yeah! You hear that?! If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!" Banzai yelled out to Simba and then the hyenas left cackling and giggling away but Simba knew one thing for sure. He was now exiled from the pride.
Anaya's POV:
Zahra and I came back home a little while later, just before the sun finally set, and told all of the lionesses about our day. I was so happy that I felt like nothing could ruin this day for me. We were all outside just talking and relaxing just before we were all about to head inside. I found Queen Sarabi but…I didn't see Simba or Mufasa anywhere.
"Sarabi?" I asked
"Yes, Anaya?" she replied with a motherly smile.
"Where's Simba and Mufasa?" I asked
"I…I don't know. I haven't seen them for the whole day" she said with concern. 'The whole day?' I thought. 'Where could they be?'
"That's because they are not coming" a familiar but creepy voice said. All the lionesses turned towards the ledge below Pride Rock and saw Scar appear. 'Great' I thought sourly.
"What do you mean they're not coming, Scar?" Sarabi asked him. Scar closed his eyes and breathed deep exhale and began to explain to us what had happened to Simba and Mufasa. By the time he finished, it was nighttime.
"Mufasa's death…..was a terrible loss. But to lose Simba….who had barely begun to live" he said and then covered his face with his paw. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't! Simba….and Mufasa…they weren't…they couldn't be….it just…NO! I refused to believe this! Scar had to be lying! He just had to be! I looked up at Zahra who had her head down in sorrow and I saw little tears streaming down her face. I looked at all the pother lionesses and saw the tears on their faces too. I looked at Nala and she looked so distraught by the news, but when I looked at Sarabi, I was sorry I did. She looked worse than all of us and it was understandable. She had lost her husband and her son so she was in more pain than all of us. Zazu was by her side and trying his hardest to comfort her. Sarafina, Nala, Zahra and I were on either side of Sarabi too. But the thing was, I was probably the only one who refused to believe this.
"You're lying" I said quietly and everyone looked at me in confusion.
"I'm sorry my dear, I didn't hear you. What did you say?" Scar asked me politely but I wasn't in the mood for that.
"YOU'RE LYING!" I screamed at him. Everyone was taken aback by my words and stared at me like I was some kind of demented creature.
"Anaya" Zahra tried to talk to me, but I shook my head.
"No, Mama! He's lying! He's not dead! Simba's not….he just can't be dead! And neither is Mufasa!" I yelled in disbelief. It just couldn't be true!
"Baby, I know you're hurting but-" Zahra said but Scar interceded.
"Believe me, Anaya. I'm very distraught over this as well, but I saw BOTH of them die with my own eyes. I am telling the absolute truth. If I wasn't, they would be here right now, wouldn't they?" he said. My heart was racing and my head was spinning rapidly and making me dizzy. Mufasa….Simba….Mufasa…Simba…..Mufasa…..Simba…..the y were….gone
"NO!"I screamed and then ran away from the pride. I heard Zahra call after me but I didn't and couldn't turn back. My tears blurred my vision as I ran and made me trip a couple of times but I continued on. I finally stopped running when I felt far away enough and just walked. My heart was hurting and felt that it would break apart in seconds. They were gone. Forever.
I loved Mufasa dearly because he was like the father-figure that I never had before. The leader of my old pride never gave me a sideways glance before. He just made sure that my mother and I were protected and fed in his pride, but other than that, he didn't give a care in the world for us. Mufasa did. He cared for me as if I was his own daughter and loved him like a father.
Simba.
My best friend
My confidante
My brother
I loved him so much and to hear that he was now dead felt as if my heart was being brutally torn in half. It hurt so much to think about Simba now. He was everything to me. He helped me cope with my loss from the moment I arrived and healed my broken soul with his love and caring heart. But now….It was hard to even think that terrible truth. I cried as I walked through the forest that I was walking through.
"Really gonna miss you"
"It's gonna be different without you"
"Time came when you had to go"
I kept crying for the loss of my father-figure and my brother until I tripped once again and fell down a little hill and into a small pond.
"For the rest of my life, gonna be thinking about you"
"(Yes I am)"
"I'll miss you my buddy, I'll miss you my friend"
"I promise my love for you will never end"
It was then that I heard someone's voice but it was familiar.
"Anaya?" she said. I sniffled and looked up.
"Please Nala, I'm not in the mood for this now" I begged as I trembled in the water. Nala leaped down and helped me out of the pond and we shook out our furs and looked at each other.
"I know and I'm not here to be mean to you" she said quietly
"Then why are you here?" I asked and then she glared at me with tears evident in her eyes.
"What do you think?! My friend just died and you're asking me that?! I'm….I'm…" but Nala broke down and fell to the ground and cried her eyes out.
"In your finest hour, I was there with you"
"And without you, things won't be the same"
"But there's a higher power that we answer to and you heard Him call your name!"
It made more tears flow down my cheeks because both of us were in the same position. The guy we both loved and adored and cherished our friendships with was now gone forever. Even though Nala had known him longer than me, I still felt like I had known him for a long time because of the intense bond tat me and Simba shared. It connected us and brought us closer to each other and it….healed me. I lay on the ground beside Nala and her broken form and gently bumped my forehead against hers.
"Really gonna miss you"
"Everything about you, your smiling face, I know you want us all to be strong!"
"Really gonna miss you"
"I know that you're going to that magic place, singing you a brand new song!"
"Nala?" I said softly and she looked up at me with tear-stained eyes. I smiled gently at her.
"We'll make it through this" I said as I placed my paw on top of hers, "Together".
"I'll miss you my buddy!"
"I'll miss you my friend!"
"I promise my love for you will never end!"
Nala looked at me with a surprised expression and nodded gently and gave a small watery smile. She then placed her other paw on top of mine and looked me in the eyes. We both knew that this was going to be tough for us to adjust to a new lifestyle without our beloved prince but this was gonna be our life now. And whether we liked it or not or cried about it or not, Simba and Mufasa were gone now and we were gonna have to deal and help each other through this together. Nala and I leaned against each other as we lay on the soft grass and looked up at the sky and I felt my tears flow down my cheeks again.
"Goodbye, Simba" I whispered to the sky and Nala said the same.
"Really gonna miss you!"
There you go, everyone. Once again, this was really difficult for me to write considering how much emotion I put into it and as I said before it made me cry like 3 times, By the way, the poem that I used in the death scene was my own poem. I made that so don't go looking it up on google cuz it's an original and the song used in this chapter was 'Really Gonna Miss you' by Smokey Robinson and it's a beautiful and emotional song so I thought it fit in this chapter.
Anyways, chapter 9 should be up soon and please, please, PLEASE, review and let me know how this chapter was cuz I would like to know how or if this chapter affected y'all like it did to me.
Peace, y'all