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Kiara scampered through the Pridelands, on her way to the waterhole. It's been five months since her unfortunate encounter with the hyenas. And the revealing of her true orgins.

She was settling in with being raised by her uncle. Who wasn't a bad guy. But with the information on her birth family out in the open. Something shifted, that young Kiara just couldn't place.

A large figure ahead, suddenly caught the chosen heir's attention. Before smiling and ran over to the massive body of water when she saw it was the king.

"Hi...um..." Kiara suddenly didn't know how to greet him.

The golden lion lifted his head and smiled. "You still can call me 'dad' Kiara. But Simba would still do just as nicely."

Kiara thought about the offer before shaking her head. It's better to go with the later. "Hi, Simba."

Simba frowned before replacing it with a warm smile. "Hello Kiara. What brings you out here?"

The golden orange cub opened her muzzle to say something. But nothing came out, Kiara turned her head away with a blush. "I..um...I forgot. It toally slipped my mind. Hehe,"

Simba laughed before looking up to see that it was a bit after noon. "I'm heading to the southern herds. Would you like to join me?"

Kiara beamed brightly before nodding. "Yes!" Kiara blushed, looking down. "I meant to say...I would like that."

Simba chuckled and without warning, he tapped Kiara on the shoulder before running off laughing.

"Hey!" Kiara shouted before running after the king. "Not fair!"

A pair of green eyes were watching the king and cub run around, laughing, seeing a new glow to the king that hasn't been there in a long time. They growled at the pair before disappearing.

...

Zira was furious. To say the least. So she was beyond angry when her darling sister showed her face talking about a plan.

"You almost cost us the opportunity to get our revenge and now you're asking for my help to kill the one thing that is going to make our plan a success!" the pale tan lioness stopped pacing to glare at her peachy cream sister. "Are you stupid or something? Did your mother drop you on your head?"

Nala glared back before pinning her ears with a snarl. "I wish you will stop questioning my bravely. Besides, there will be other young lionesses for Taka and Kovu to rescue."

"But none will be the chosen heir or my daughter." Saren sneered.

It was a lot of change on Saren's behalf when his secrets finally got out. It also brought some type of peace knowing that his daughter's mother is dead. If Kiara don't submit, she'll follow after her mother. But Saren wants it to be by his own claws.

Nala knew that it was lost cost here. So she stood and returned back to the Pridelands where she came across Brandi and her new nephew, Stephen playing near her father's old cave, currently hers.

The dark brown cub was born to her second youngest half-sister, Sage and her mate Jefferson a month ago. That's when Nala had gotten a magnificent idea. She'll take a page from her father and give Simba so much heartache. And she knew the perfect victims.

"Stephen. Can you come here a second?"

The dark brown cub ran over from his white playmate to his aunt and looked up with bright amber eyes. "Yes, Auntie Nala?"

"How well do you know Kiara?" Nala asked quickly.

Stephen frowned as he thought about it before smiling. "Well. We're finds at least."

Nala grinned evilly as she purred. "Perfect,"

Stephen did what Nala asked of him. Found Kiara and told her lies after lies about the cool stuff he and Brandi found in the northern gorge. Unknown to Stephen, the very same place his great-uncle was killed by his grandfather.

When Stephen and Kiara reached the gorge. Stephen faked ill, leaving Kiara to explore the bottoms of the gorge alone.

The sun was rising higher, Kiara was walking around the gorge trying to figure out what exactly was Stephen talking about.

There's nothing here,

Kiara thought to herself.

I wonder what Stephen was...

Just then Kiara saw a bug crawling on the ground. The chosen princess decided to take this opportunity to pracitce her roaring skills. Kiara lept at the bug and let out a tiny "rawr" which had no affect.

Kiara frowned as she could picture Hamilton and the others bursting out laughing.

Shaking her head, Kiara took a deep breath a let out a mush bigger "rawr!" that echoed throughout the gorge. Suddenly the golden orange cub heard a strange rumbling noise.

"What the..."

Kiara said to herself while turning her head to see where the noise was coming from. To Kiara's complete horror the princess saw the stampede heading right for her.

Terrified, Kiara began to run hoping to reach safety before she was trampled to death. But the chosen heir couldn't out run the herd and was forced to climb onto a nearby tree and hang on for dear life hoping and praying someone would come to her aid.