Simba is the most irresponsible lion I've ever met. Save for his uncle. He refuses to go back! And here I thought I'd found help for the pride! I told him about the situation with Scar, and with the food shortage, but he wouldn't listen. For a minute, it actually felt like we could pick up where we left off long ago. We need another Mufasa. But tonight, I sounded more like him than Simba did. Apparently, life has been good for Simba since he disappeared. He's got two friends, a meerkat named Timon and that warthog I almost ate. His name is Pumbaa. Neither of them knew he was anywhere near royalty. I'm not even sure if Simba does anymore. And he probably doesn't care. Tomorrow I move on. Maybe to another pride, maybe just to die somewhere in the desert. Clouds are gathering in the night sky now. Thunder rumbles slightly. I'm sure I imagined it, but for a second, the clouds looked like Mufasa. But that could never be. Mufasa is dead, and Simba might as well be. Look at me ranting. What have I become? A bitter, starving lioness. I must rest now. Tomorrow may be my last day.
I am Nala.
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Shadowlands: Nala's Journal
FanfictionYou know the story of The Lion King. But what did Nala experience in the days between her childhood and Simba's return? Here she writes her side of the story, etched on the bones of antelope.
