11 parts Ongoing "Dad, what's going on out there?" I looked back at my father and could tell he was shaken up. "Your baby cousin." I gave a wonky look and he sighed. "Mufasa has a son." "Ooooh! Simba?" His head snapped up to me and I sat next to him. "How do you know his name?" "Uncle Mufasa told me about him!" "Of course it would be Mufasa. Making my daughter turn on me." "Daaad. I'm not gonna turn on you."
Two scars sat over my left eye from trying to keep Simba safe. "Xena, it'll be okay. Don't get mad over it." "You did this to me! I was trying to keep you safe and look what it did! You were suppose to help me to!"
"Scar, get your cub." I growled and turned my back on him. "Xena, what were you going to-" "You should be king! Not him! It's. Not. Fair. Simba is famous, everyone wants to be around him. But, me?" I said with a growl. "They want me gone. I don't have fame and glory. They won't hang around me." "You really are my cub. I have an...idea, to help you."
"Xena, help me. Please. I'm begging you." I was sitting there. I had waited the the perfect moment, and made a stampede come. Mufasa was stuck down in it. And he's asking for my help. "Help." And the kind of help he got, he wasn't expecting. My talon dug into his paws, and I went close to his ear. "This the kind of help you want? Simba took the spotlight from Scar. So, Long. Live. The king." And with that, I let him go. His and Simbas screams made me smile.
Me and Simab were fighting. "You kill Mufasa!" "You made me believe I killed my own father. Does this look familer? Dangling off the end, hoping someone could bring you up?" I growled and hauled myself up. "Admit what you did a year ago." I spoke in a whisper. "I killed Mufasa." "Louder so EVERYONE CAN HEAR-" "I KILLED MUFASA!"
A lion and a lioness laid on the ground. Xena and Scar were dead. Or so they thought. Xena still lived. But what would Simba do, if her mate, two kids, and her attacked Pride Rock again? Would he kill them?
