Should have done this earlier but reminder I don't own lion king or any its characters. Disney does.

Nala, Simba, Sarabi, Scar, Mufasa, Kula, Chumvi, Zazu, Tama, Tojo, Ahadi, Shenzi, Ed, and Banzai all belong to Disney.

The rest of the characters, I get from reading other books, or from going to Google and searching up words in Somali.

Please tell me if I should write in someone's point of view more often.

Here is chapter 12 and please review.

Nala's POV

When I opened my eyes, it was noon. The sun burned down on my fur. I thought it was hot in the Pridelands, but the heat there was nothing compared to the heat here. I shuddered, remembering my nightmares last night. I had a few over the last while, ever since I got blamed for that murder, but this one had terrified me.

I was being pinned down by a lion. He was familiar, yet I couldn't quite make out his face. It was all blurry and fuzzy, but I could make out his familiar emerald green eyes. Who was this lion? I know I knew him and that he knows me. Suddenly I heard a cry of pain. I looked to see Simba being pinned down, by his father, with his mother, my family, and Kula and Chumvi's families watching, clearly enjoying every moment of this.

" Simba!" I cried. "Father, do something, please!" I begged, looking at my father.

My parents exchanged a glance, and my father said, " You are no longer my daughter. Don't expect anything from me."

Hopelessly, I look at Sarabi, who was standing, by his side, with Ajjali between her paws.

"He's your son! You have to help him!" I shrieked.

"I only have a daughter, not a son." Sarabi answered coldly.

Mufasa continued clawing at Simba, biting him and tearing at his fur. And I could only watch, with tears streaming down my eyes. Why was everyone against us? Even our own parents? Where was Kula, Chumvi or our other friends? They would never let this happen to us.

"Once we're finished with you, " Mufasa snarled, " We'll bury you where we buried your loyal friends. Then it's going to be Nala's turn."

The words sank into my head in horror. They had killed my friends, were killing Simba, and I would be next.

"No!" I cried. "Simba!"

That's when Simba had managed to wake me up. I had been crying in my dream, and I realized I really was crying. Simba had managed to calm me down enough to fall asleep. My muscles ached from the cold and my head hurt. It took me three attempts to get up. Then careful not to wake Simba up, I walked away to find Kula.

Simba sleepily opened his eyes. The sun was setting. It took him a minute to figure out where he was. He looked around. Nala wasn't sleeping beside him. Beginning to worry, he went to wear Kula and Chumvi slept last night. Chumvi was alone. He realized that the lionesses must have gone hunting. He lay down next to Chumvi. Chumvi sleepily opened his eyes.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Morning," Simba replied. He didn't say good morning because the days haven't been good lately.

"Where's Nala and Kula?" Chumvi asked.

"Hunting," Simba replied. "I wish they would let us help, but we're too loud for them."

"I know." Chumvi said. "Are we going to continue traveling tonight?"

"If Nala, and Kula agree, yes." Simba said.

Simba got up and walked over to the pond to get a drink, leaving Chumvi to doze off again. Nala came crashing through the trees. Simba took one look at her face and he knew the hunt hadn't gone well.

"Sorry, we couldn't catch anything. We tried for hours." Nala said with a sigh.

"It's alright, Nala" Simba said, soothingly and licked the top of her head. "We can hunt, as we travel.

Nala nodded and rubbed her face against his mane. "I knew hunting would be hard, but not this hard. I can see why hyenas come into the Pridelands for hunting. You can't blame them."

Thinking about the Pridelands sent a shudder through his spine, but he didn't mention about it.

"Let's go back to where we slept." Simba said. Nala nodded and the two lions went and lay back down. They would continue travelling as soon as the start came out.

Nala began grooming Simba's fur. "Do you ever bother cleaning yourself?" she asked, with a small smile.

"No, because I like it when you do." Simba said. He leaned up and rubbed his muzzle against Nala's. She let out a happy purr when he pulled back, then continued grooming him.

" Do you remember how much trouble our mothers went through to clean us?" she said softly. "Especially you."

Thinking about Sarabi sent an ache through his heart. He was furious at her, and as much as he wanted to continue hating her, he couldn't. She was still his mother, and it was hard to do so. But he knew, he would probably never see her again, yet, he didn't mind.

"You were always the one that was easier to clean. Maybe that's why you're the most beautiful lioness in the Pridelands" He said with a smile.

Nala gave him a playful tap on the nose. "Quit lying."

"I'm not." Simba said, with a grin. Nala blushed and continued cleaning his fur. When she was done, Simba pulled her in closer.

"You know, I sometimes wonder, how you keep your fur so clean." He said, grooming her shoulders.

"Because I clean myself daily, unlike some lions I know." Nala answered, her voice muffled by his mane.

He continued cleaning Nala until the stars began to come out.

" Let's go." She said getting up.

"I was enjoying some time with you,"Simba complained, getting up. Nala smiled, walked ahead of him, and brushed her tail against his face as she went.

They met up with Kula and Chumvi. "Ready?" Kula asked. Her companions nodded and the foursome continued their journey.

Back in the Pridelands, Sarafina was alone, by the Fallen Trees. The stars were out. She would have to return to Priderock soon for hunting. The last few hunts hadn't gone well, so Tama and Penda had decided to try hunting at night. It had been Nala's favorite place to rest with her friends. Sarafina had given birth to Nala here. Sarafina's mind was constantly on Nala. Was she eating? Did she have a good shelter? Was she even alive? Sarafina shook her head. Why was she even thinking about her? Nala was a murderer, who continued lying and saying that she didn't. She wondered if Simba, Kula and Chumvi had been a bad influence on her. Why had everything gone so bad? Just a few days before the murder, she and Runju had been talking about finding a mate for Nala. She remembered her last comment to her daughter, "You are no longer my daughter. Get out of the Pridelands." She didn't feel very guilty for saying it, but sometimes the guilt would swallow her whole. She was still her child. Blood of her blood. She remembered the day Nala was born.

Flashback

Sarafina immediately began licking a wet bundle of fur, in her paws. Runju was knelt down by her side. The cub turned and Sarafina saw her face.

"Nala," she breathed, her heart expanding with joy.

"Sarafina," Runju said softly, "She's opening her eyes."

Nala slowly opened her eyes, and revealed not the green eyes she expected, but sapphire blue eyes, more beautiful than anything she had seen. Her fur was not much like hers, and not anywhere near Runju's. Hers was a pale tan color and Runju had brown fur. But Nala, had beautiful golden fur. She bent down and nuzzled Nala, and Runju did the same thing. Nala let out a small purr, making her heart swell with happiness and love.

"Your my little gift, sent from the spirits above." Sarafina thought.

Sarafina shook the memory out of her head. It would be easier for her and Runju if they just forgot about Nala and all their memories with her. It would be hard, and it would take time for their hearts to mend. But they would do it.

She got up and walked back to Priderock, wanting to see Hofu, before you joined the hunting party. When she went to their part of the big den, Runju was already there, his head bent down as he nuzzled Hofu, talking to him quietly. Hofu's eyes lit up when he saw Sarafina.

"How are you feeling, darling?" Sarafina asked, licking the top of his head lovingly. Hofu's body was covered by scars, like Sahil, Zawadi and Ajjali.

"Better, I want to try walking." Hofu replied. Sarafina nodded and helped him up. Hofu winced the minute he put a paw forward.

" You don't have to walk, son." Runju said concerned. "We can carry you."

"I know, Dad," Hofu replied. "I want to."

"I have to go, hunting now." Sarafina said gently, pushing him back down to rest. "Take it easy, okay?"

"Alright, Mom." Hofu replied, a bit out of breath.

Runju lay down beside him, pressing himself by his side and Sarafina nuzzled both of them and left.

"Dad, when am I gonna be back to normal?" Hofu asked.

"Be patient, for about another three weeks." Runju said, "I promise you'll be better then."

Hofu nodded and was silent. " Nala isn't coming back, is she?" he asked softly.

"If she uses her common sense, and knows what's good for her, she won't come back." Runju replied, in a dismissive tone. For the last few times he had been on patrol, he had checked to see if he could find any signs of her, but there hadn't been. It confirmed his suspicions. She had left.

Nala and her companions continued travelling along with trying to spot some prey.

"Nala, " Kula said, stopping.

Nala turned to where her friend was looking. She saw a single zebra, probably a weak one, separated from its herd.

"Perfect," she thought.

"We'll help," Chumvi said, and Simba nodded in agreement. Nala wanted to say no, that it would be too risky, but if they argued now, the prey might escape.

Kula went a couple hundred metres behind zebra, and Nala went to its left. She looked around waiting for Kula to startle the prey.

Suddenly, she heard a loud roar from Simba and Chumvi.

"No!" she thought. "That's too early and it's the wrong direction!". Not ready to give up, she leapt out of her hiding spot even though she knew her attempt was no use. The zebra had been given a warning and was lucky.

"Nala, it's no use!" she heard Kula cry.

Nala stopped and went back to her. Simba and Chumvi hurried back to them.

"That was to early?" Simba asked.

"Yes!" Nala snarled at him. "Both of you know that we like hunting alone, and you still came with us! That was a perfectly good meal we just lost!"

"Well you should have just told us not to come!" Chumvi exclaimed.

"If we had argued, the zebra might have spotted us!" Kula growled. " And Nala, didn't tell you to do anything or even to stand where you two stood!"

"We've had hunting training just like you two." Simba snapped.

More frustration grew inside of Nala. " We've had more practice than both of you and thanks to you to we lost a perfectly food meal." With that, Nala stormed away.

"Nala!" she heard Simba call, but she didn't turn back.

"Let's just take a break." she heard Chumvi say, "Both of them are tired."

This only made Nala more angry. They wouldn't be as tired if they hadn't scared the prey away.

She went an lay down on some grass. She felt Simba try to nuzzle her, but she pushed his affection away.

"Nala," Simba said. "I'm sorry about the hunt."

"Doesn't matter now." she replied.

She didn't return his nuzzle and she sensed Simba leaving her side. Just as she was getting drowsy, she felt Simba coming back to her and she didn't protest when he pulled her closer to him and lay his head on top of hers protectively.