Author's Note:Thank you everyone for the reviews. Here's the third chapter, enjoy.

Nala walked across the hot dessert, she wanted to get rid of those monsters and those traitors. How dare her mother and brother take their sides. She's the victim, not them! With a heavy sigh the creamy lioness went on. The hot sun baring down on her back, made the terk more exhausted. She left pride rock before sunrise and now the sky was illuminated with different shades of pink and orange. Her blue eyes stayed on the sandy ground to keep the dust out.

Nala lifted her head at the faint smell of grass and water. With a small smile the creamy lioness picked up her pace. While silently praying that she is not losing her mind. Up ahead she could make out a cluster of trees. With joyful grin she bolted towards the trees. The sand flew around, as her paws kicked at the ground. The warm evening dessert breeze blew through her fur as excitement gleamed in her eyes.

As Nala gained closer, the smell of water became stronger. She quickly rushed over and quenched her burning throat. With a sigh, she scanned the area with cautious blue eyes. What's on her mind right now, is food. Can't search for help on a empty stomach. Her ears twitched at the faint voices of someone singing.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle. The lion sleeps tonight.

Nala rolled her eyes before following the scent of a worthog. She crouched low in the golden grass, her icy eyes locked on the red pig. Soon brown met blue and everything went down hill.

"Damn!" Nala growled as she stomped a paw on the dusty ground before taking off after the fleeing pig.

Nala would never admit that she was about to give up the chase. She had no energy and that swine is too fast. But that changed when the stupid thing got stuck under a tree root. A sadistic smile formed when she saw a light brown meerkat run out and try to push the larger animal through. She purred in delight at the thought of catching two easy preys. But that went out of her mind at a loud defining roar. Nala stopped short as a young golden lion leaped over the root and pounced on her. Nala knew it was either fight or flight. She decided to go with the first. Nala swiped the male across the face. Ignoring the meerkat's tips to go for her throat. Eventually, she used her back paws to side under him and flip him over on to his back. She stepped on the ground and growled menacingly at his orange eyes, but she did not see fear in those eyes. No, she saw recognition.

"Nala?"

Nala's eyes widened in shock, and she stepped off of the male. Her eyes narrowed in deep suspicion. "Who are you?"

The male smiled. "It's me. Simba!"

Nala's eyes widened in shock. "Simba…"

She took a closer look at the young lion she was just fighting. His facial structure was similar to what she had remembered. His eye color, a brilliant orange, was EXACTLY the same as she had remembered from long ago. She concluded that yes, this was the real two lions began to prance around one another in glee.

"You…"

"How…"

"How did you?"

"Whadd'ya know, it is great to see you!"

The meerkat now appeared again, with the warthog from before padding along by his side. He held his hands out in shock and began to scream at the top of his lungs. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Simba laughed, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Timon, relax! This is Nala! She's my best friend!"

"FRIEND! FRIEND!" Timon face-palmed, and then shook his head, before speaking once again. "So let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she tried to eat him. AND EVERYONE IS OKAY WITH THIS!"

Nala rolled her eyes and then looked towards Pumbaa. "No hard feelings, right?"

Pumbaa shook his head. "None at all. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Nala smiled. "The pleasure is all mine." She then turned back to Simba. "Simba, you have to come back. You could be the king now!"

The young golden male recoiled slightly, a look of worry appearing on his face. "Nala, I don't want to."

The young lioness grimaced before turning to Timon and Pumbaa. "You two mind giving us some privacy?"

"Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of us! Right Simba?"

The red-maned lion scratched the back of his head. "Uh, I think you guys better go."

Timon shook his head in disgust. "Ugh, you think you know a guy."

The duo scurried deeper into the jungle, leaving the two lions behind. Nala then motioned for Simba to follow her. After an INCREDIDBLY romantic evening, Simba was lying at the base of a large palm tree, licking Nala's ears as she lay on top of him. It was then when she began to speak.

"Simba, you have to go back. We REALLY need you back home."

Simba looked down to the ground. "Nobody needs me."

"That's not true Simba. Your mother needs you! I need you."

"It does not matter. I'm not going back."

Nala stood up in anger. "So what happened in the jungle means nothing to you? You have no idea what I've been through!"

"You have no idea what I'VE been through!"

"I would if you would just tell me!"

Simba sighed. "I'm not going back. You don't need me to. The Pridelands are still lush-"

"That's what you think."

Simba gave her a puzzled expression, and Nala sighed. Her soft, melodic voice then began to ring out in song.

"The lands are barren and without appeal. I have some scars that just won't heal. You have no idea what he did to me!"

Simba gave her a sympathetic expression as he began to sing as well. "I would if you just told me!"

Nala gave him an angry glare. "You want to know so bad? Fine! I'll tell you!"

"He decided I would be his mate. Around me, he would just salivate. He forced me to bear his three cubs. I named them after war, a bastard and a demon!"

Simba's eyes narrowed and he growled angrily. "How dare he! What morals have he? Nala, I am simply steaming!"

Nala shed a tear. "Simba, you could have killed your own father for all I care. I need you. More than I have ever needed anybody else at any time!"

Simba nodded. "I'll come back with you Nal'. I'll come back. I shall be the king, and you shall be the queen. Any trace of Scar will be wiped from this kingdom."

Nala smiled with sadistic glee. "My war child, bastard and my demon will be no more."

"Indeed. Indeed."

Simba nuzzled Nala gently, as he realized what Scar had done to him as well as Nala, and she snuggled closely into him. Together, they decided to finish their song.

"The lands are barren and without appeal. I have some scars that just won't heal. You have no idea what he did to us!"

Author's Note:What do you think? Sounds like trouble for Vitani and her siblings.