Slycooper1 and CandyLuv99, I appreciate the reviews. They fuel my writing, thank you.
CandyLuv99, thanks for the OC. I have been wrecking my brain trying to figure out Alistair and Kamaria's cub.
Now on to the next chapter, enjoy.
Beginning of Trouble
The sun was rising higher in the bright sapphire sky. Her bright golden rays lightening up the Pridelands along with two figures on the summit of priderock.
"Look Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom." Mufasa started before turning his amber eyes on his son sitting by his side. "One day when the sun sets on my time as king, this all will be yours."
The young golden prince's bright orange eyes widened in awe. "Wow, all this will be mine?"
Mufasa nodded before following his son's gaze into their waking kingdom. "Everything the light touches," the king repeated. "Will be yours and your mate, whom ever she would be."
Mufasa had a good idea who was to be his son's queen. But he knows to wait until Simba was older to announce his bethroled. The golden lion's ears perked as his son began to speak.
"What's that over the northern border? That shadowy place?" Simba questioned as he looked up at his father.
Mufasa looked out to where Simba was looking and frowned. A deep hate bubbled up but he took deep breaths to calm down. "You must never go there, Simba. It's beyond our borders and very dangerous."
Simba looked up with his head tilted. "But I thought kings can do whatever they want?"
Mufasa smiled and chuckled before he turned to head down the narrow path. "Simba. There's more to being king than getting your way all the time."
A new glint shined in the prince's eyes. "There's more."
Mufasa and Simba headed down into the savannah.
"But dad, don't we eat antlope?" Simba asked with his head tilted to the side.
Mufasa just told his son that they all are one. The pride, predator and and prey animals alike. Mufasa was about to continue his lessons when Kiara, Kamaria and Alistair walked up with his month old granddaughter, Alora.
Simba smiled before running over to his friend, the two cubs chase each other around before stopping back at the adults. "If my lessons are over, can I go play?"
"Wait, do you think your going in such a hurry?" Kiara asked playfully, picking Simba up with her paw gently. Kiara finally found herself able to let Simba go out, she just hoped that she wasn't making a mistake.
"Mommy! Let go!" Simba giggled after Kiara placed him back on his paws.
Kiara smiled, but still looked a bit stern. "Now, I just want you to be careful." Simba and Alora didn't pay that much attention, too busy trying to catch a pretty butterfly that fluttered past, before Simba fell on his belly when Kiara pressed her paw on his tail gently.
"Are you two listening? Accidents can happen." Alora listened this time, while Simba just looked bored. He had heard this speech a dozen times. While Alora understood the rules when heading outside of priderock, Simba just had one thing in mind when it came to the outside world; Have fun.
"You could easily get hurt-"
"'Hurt, or stepped on, or even get lost'." Simba copied.
Kiara sighed, but continued anyways."And remember. I want you to stay by priderock at all times."
"'At all times', I know." he finished with her at the end, while the creamy gold cub just nodded. "'And if you see any strangers, don't talk to them. Come straight home.' Okay, okay! Can we go now? PLEASE?" Simba smiled innocently as Alora nodded with him, giving their signature smiles that they inherited from their parents.
Kiara hummed, "Very funny, you two."
Alistair chuckled as he sat down next to his mate and chuckled."Mind your mother, young prince." Then he turned his bluish eyes to his daughter. "That goes for you too, princess." the creamy beige lion smiled knowingly.
"Yes, dad." Alora said with her purplish eyes to the ground.
Then Kiara said one last thing;
"And stay away from the Outlands."
"Nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing, murderous, Outsiders." Kamaria gritted her teeth and sneered, as if these 'Outsiders' were right by their side.
"Kamaria is right." Kiara agreed, looking at the Outlands in disgust for a moment, before turning back to them. "You can't turn your back on them." she told them. Alora nodded again, knowing not to talk back, but Simba looked confused.
"Really? How come?" he asked innocently, but Kiara just shook her head. They weren't ready to hear the truth about the Outsiders and it hurted too much.
"Never mind. Just run along now." Kiara told them, but they both still wanted to know. But she wouldn't give it to them, "You'll understand someday." they smiled, nuzzled them and then ran off.
"And stay on the path we marked for you!" Kiara called out after them.
Alistair chuckled lightly finding the situation rather humorous.
Mufasa looked at his lieutenant with a unamused expression. "What's so funny?"
"Mufasa, my friend. Who do Simba and Alora remind you of, hmm?"
Kiara and Kamaria frowned as she looked confused for second, before asking what he meant.
"They're just like us, when we were cubs." he told them, nuzzling his mate, but Kamaria didn't return it while Kiara glared.
"Exactly! Don't you relies the dangers we put us in?" Kamaria asked, looking in the cubs direction, before being pinned easily by a playfully insulted Alistair.
"You mean the dangers you were once upon a time was in." he told her, and she chuckled, realizing her mistake as Alistair nuzzled her and she purred as she nuzzled back. They pulled away, still smiling.
"They'll be fine." with that, he walked away, making his way into the Pridelands with Kamaria at his side.
Kiara and Mufasa stared after them, not that comforted by Alistair's words.
...
For as long as she could remember and that wasn't very much, but she was told that one day her twin brother will be a king. That it's her destiny to help avenge a lion that not only she and her brother never met but is also dead. Since she could remember, her, her brother and half sisters hearing her mother and the queen constantly talk about how great their father and Nairn's successor was but a evil tyrant came and killed him.
Her and her siblings are suppose to grow up and kill the old king's murderer. That was her life for the past two months, apart of training that her mother and the queen had her and her siblings be apart of. Which at the moment she was hunting a dung beatle. She caught it and grinned when she saw the bug between her colorless paws. She opened her paws to let the insect go to feel a sharp pain in her side. Which caused her to slide against the dusty Outlands ground.
"Nala! You're suppose to kill it!" her mother growled, her emarald green eyes burning into her own green ones.
Nala tucked her paws under her and looked up with teary eyes, more from the pain. She could never show that she's hurting it's a sign of weakness. "B-but it wasn't hurting anyone.."
The angry creamy lioness growled. "Don't let it go. What's the matter with you?" Nala flattened her ears as her mother circled her. "There is no room for weakness here, my child. Remember... your father had plans for you and your brother." Tiifu has moved close and pulled her against her. Even though Nala heard it a million times she still seem doubtful.
"But I don't remember him. "
Tiifu shook her head. "Of course you don't remember him. That brute tyrant in the Pridelands killed him... but your father chose your brother to become the next King. When he rule, we shall no longer be forced to live in these dry, barren, disgusting, pathetic, termite-infested Outlands!" she swatt at the ground, railing against fate. Nala looks down, in quiet agreement.
"Mother! Mother! Mother!"
Tiifu looked to the source to see a pale teen lion with a small black mane and a dark brown cub run over. They were speaking over one another, trying to get the first word in.
The pale white teen sat with his head raise. "We were there- in the Pride Lands. We saw the royal family!"
After catching his breath the dark brown cub with a black tuff on his head added his half. "In the Pridelands. We saw them!"
Then they both reported to the Outlands princess. "We saw the new heir to the Pridelands!"
The creamy lioness' eyes widened before she turned her attention on her son. "What? Nairn, Voldemort - what did you see?"
Nairn raised his head and reported what and the prince of Eastern kingdom seen. "The heir is a boy!"
Tiifu laughed. "Manu, my beloved king... did you hear that? This couldn't be more perfect."
The young pale white lion looked at his future ally with red eyes. "Who's she talking to?"
Nairn rolled his deep brown eyes. "Shhh Voldemort. She's talking to my dad."
Voldemort gasps before looking around. "Where? Where?"
A new voice caused Voldemort and Nairn to look towards Zira who was apporching, her red eyes full of annoyance as she joined the young males. "Manu's dead. That tyrant bastard killed him."
Tiifu snapped out of her state of mind and growled. "Yes! Because of Mufasa and my so called sister... if not for them, Manu would be king. And I, Tiifu- his loving, devoted follower."
A dark brown four month cub sat on the side. She knew when her mother and Tiifu get into their ways someone gets hurt. She sighed before standing and walked over to the group. "Mom. I think we should go for a hunt. Nala and the others has been training all morning."
Zira sneered, but knew that she was right. "Fine." she then turned her red eyes to the oldest there. "Voldemort, watch Nairn and Nala!"
Voldemort nodded and watched as his uncles and father's allies walk away with the dark brown cub and her pale brown sister following. He sneered before walking off after his training partner ran off leaving Nala sitting in her spot. She was unsure of what to do until she realized the opportunity that was given to her. Nala was never let to wonder off, she and her sisters always wondered why but the queen and her mother always latched out so they stopped asking.
But now Nala could explore what's outside the Outlands. The peachy cream cub looked around and seen the pale white Eastern prince and her brother talking with some of the young lionesses without a another thought Nala bolted the opposite direction her mother and the others went.