The Lion King III

Tanabi’s Return

A Fanciful Fan-Fic by someone who will henceforth be known as Akril

Rafiki: De question is: Whooo…are you?

Simba: I…I thought I knew…now I’m not so sure…

Rafiki: Well, I know who you are! You’re Tanabi’s dad! (Pause) Bye.

Simba: Wait! You knew my son?

Rafiki: Correction. I know your son.

Simba: I hate to tell you this, but…my son was killed a long time ago.

Rafiki: Nope! Wrong again! Ha ha! He is alive!

Introduction:

I liked The Lion King and Simba’s Pride. Really. In fact, I still do. Thus this Fan Fiction. I felt something was missing in the two movies. The present fan-fics on Lionking.org also aroused my suspicion. The cub held up by Rafiki at the end of TLK was obviously a male. So how did Kiara get in the picture?

I’ve got news for you: The cub at the end of TLK and the one at the beginning of SP are not the same lion! Hope that got your attention. The cub at the beginning of SP was Kiara (duh), so who was the former? This tale will answer this and many other questions that you may have puzzled over, such as these:

1. Why were the two presentations so darn different?

2. How could Simba carry on the monarchy without a male heir? Without Kovu’s stepping in, the Pride Lands would be in jeopardy!

3. Why didn’t Simba kill young Kovu when he was given the chance? Perhaps some hard memories of his own son…?

4. Why did Simba really exile the Outlanders? There had to be a deeper and more personal reason, don’t you think?

5. Why were Nala’s eyes green in the first movie and blue in the second?

6. Why did Mufasa seem so pleased at an Outlander marrying his granddaughter?

7. Why was Simba so overly protective of his daughter (other than the fact that he had a lot of troubles in his cubhood)?

8. Why did Simba’s only son vanish, despite his major role in the fan-fics?

9. Why all these questions?

Why? I just want to get your attention, that’s all! These questions and more will be mentioned in this story, so Be Prepared, Busa no Xolo, Remember your Pride, and also:

Remember that Tanabi is the One True King.

Good luck.

First, a Few Little Historical Notes:

Simba’s father, Mufasa, and his uncle, Taka (often called Scar for reasons that will soon be explained), were born by Queen Akase, mate to King Ahadi. Mufasa was chosen to be king after Ahadi’s death because of his strong spirit and his being the first born. Ahadi explained this to his son, mentioning that Taka was weak of body and soul, and therefore was not the rightful heir. After Mufasa convinced Taka to enter a burrow to receive a blessing from a white badger (which he had confused with the legendary white lioness, Minshasa), his brother’s eye was clawed out by the protective badger, and was just saved by the mandrill shaman, Makkede, but Taka’s eye was scarred for the remainder of his life, thus his cruel nickname. Makkede’s son, Rafiki, received a message from the spirits which predicted the betrayal of Mufasa by Taka. The young lions tried not to believe this for obvious reasons.

When he matured, Mufasa wed Sarabi, the daughter of Avina and Shaka. After the deaths of Ahadi and Akase, Sarabi gave birth to Simba and Shanni. Shanni unfortunately perished after her birth. Taka was extremely jealous of his brother and his nephew. His weak spirit allowed many evil entities to enter his mind and manipulate his thoughts. Unable to control his own spirit, Taka killed his own brother and nearly killed his nephew, Simba, much to the horror of those who were close to him, particularly a young lioness named Zira. In order to repay Fabana, a hyena that saved his life when he was an adolescent, Taka rashly allowed her pack to enter the Pridelands.

During the Great Drought that followed Taka’s seizing of the throne and the hyena’s invasion, Zira admired him because of his ability to keep the lands in order during the difficult time. She eventually wed him, and their love for each other seemed to hold the Pridelands together, despite the unforgiving times.

Shortly before Simba’s return, Zira bore Nuka, a scruffy young male who seemed to inherit Taka’s weak soul. Before Zira bore her second litter, Taka was confronted by his nephew, who threw him over a precipice, where a hungry pack of hyenas awaited. Zira rushed to his side, overcome with grief. As Taka died, he whispered to his wife to make her next born son his heir. Zira sadly agreed as her mate slowly passed on to join his brother.

After Simba regained his throne and married Nala, his betrothed, Zira gave birth again. This second litter was small, consisting of a light-colored female, whom Zira named Vitani, and a brown male, which she named Kovu, in memory of her beloved Taka. Nuka obviously felt neglected, despite his mother’s reassuring words of love.

Several lionesses shared Zira’s grief and thus befriended her, for they had also admired Taka’s amazing ability to hold the lands together. One of the closest friends of Zira was a lioness named Monah, who had never given birth, and was lonely and longed for a son of her own.

Shortly after Kovu and Vitani were brought into the world, Simba announced that his mate had given birth to two twin cubs, a boy and a girl. Both had golden coats and hazel eyes like their father. The boy was Tanabi, future king of Simba’s kingdom. The girl was Kiara, who was destined to be the future queen. Monah grew jealous of the King’s gift, even more so when Tanabi was presented by Rafiki. Eventually, Monah’s envy came to a point where she could no longer hold it back. She told Zira what she intended to do, and her friend responded with deep concern and pity for her, despite her own troubles.

That evening, Monah crept into the King’s cave (an act forbidden to lionesses of her class) and stole Tanabi from his sleeping mother’s side, leaving the blood of a gazelle in his place, so as to convince Nala that her son had been killed. Monah then left the Pride Lands with several other lionesses who were loyal to Taka, traveling to a place far from Simba’s domains. Upon awakening, Nala discovered Tanabi gone, and she was heartbroken at her great loss. Legend has it that her green eyes turned blue from sorrow and grief.

Simba was furious at his son’s murder. To avenge the death, he exiled Zira and all the unorthodox lionesses to the barren Outlands with the accusation that they were all loyal to Taka so as to cover up the tragedy of Tanabi’s false death. This event was kept secret (obviously), and shortly after the group left the Pride Lands, Kiara was presented. It was a sacred ceremony, and Simba almost swore that he saw his father’s face appear in the clouds. Strangely, it did not appear sorrowful at all over Tanabi’s disappearance, only happy for Kiara.

At the same time, many different things were occurring. Monah, far from her king’s land, was raising her foster son, teaching him all she knew about the Circle of Life and all that princes are meant to know. In the Outlands, Zira tried to fulfill her mate’s dying wish, to have Kovu carry on his legacy. Nuka and Vitani, now older, had crept into the Pride Lands and had seen Kiara being presented, unseen by the King and Queen. The two reported what they had seen to Zira, who smiled contentedly, because, as far as she knew, Simba now had no male heirs to the throne. Her Pride could now easily outnumber his Pride.

Time passed. Kiara, now fully grown, was very reluctant to carry on her father’s legacy. Kovu began to understand why his mother wished him to become King. The story of his father’s life touched his heart, and he longed to prove himself worthy. His first scheme: to carry away Simba’s daughter. After Nuka was killed in an attempt to assassinate Simba, Zira became deeply angry at her son, and feeling Taka’s fury, scarred him across the left eye.

Shortly afterwards, Kovu managed to gain the trust of Kiara, although many speculate that was another part in his deceptive plan. In an attempt to put her husband’s soul to rest at last, Zira organized an assault on Simba’s pride, but instead of giving in after her son called a truce, she committed suicide by falling into a raging river.

Kovu ended up betraying both his pride and Simba’s pride, turning his deceased relatives against him. He was accepted as Simba’s successor, partially fulfilling Zira’s dream. But unknown to anyone, even to the gods, Tanabi, the only true heir to the throne, had grown into a mighty lion, and his stepmother, Monah, knew that he was ready to return home…

Chapter One

A few years after Kovu and Kiara were married, Simba began to have second thoughts about his decision. Kovu was constantly late for his lessons on ruling a kingdom, and he was often hanging out with the former Outlanders, who hadn’t changed at all from their acceptance. Kiara still refused to carry on after her father, and Simba realized that if this didn’t change soon, the lands would be in jeopardy.

“Now, Kovu, you have to understand that your mother was wrong when she wanted you to take over the throne by force…”

“Wrong in whose eyes? Anyway, with no males besides you, I figured that I would have to step in.”

“I don’t trust you, Kovu. That devious nature of yours shouldn’t interfere with your position as king.”

“You aren’t dead yet. Don’t worry about me, Simba.”

With his nose in the air, Kovu strutted off, down the side of Pride Rock to relax in the Cave of the Commoners, where he still slept, away from the royal cave. When he didn’t sleep there, he slumbered by the large rock outside of the cave, where Simba forced him to spend the night by when he was first accepted into the Pride Lands.

Simba still was not convinced, and he asked Nala to help him with his problem.

“Simba, my love, that Kovu has been through much! I mean, the death of his brother, his mother killing herself…”

“His father trying to kill me…”

“Simba, you’ve accepted the little rouge, now try to live with him. He claims that Taka wasn’t his father. I can believe him. After all, with my Tanabi gone…” her blue eyes suddenly grew moist, “…he’s the only heir you’ve got.”

Simba tried to understand Nala’s reassurance, but he still had doubts. Kovu and Kiara would constantly get into arguments, and Kovu once clawed Kiara across the leg, causing Simba to become more protective. He often wondered what his daughter had seen in this dark, scrawny Outlander, chosen to be Taka’s heir. Sure, Kovu favored Kiara because she was the princess, but still…

Simba stopped his thoughts and pondered: Had Kovu been scheming to carry off his daughter? With Nala’s son gone, Kovu obviously had an opportunity. With that deceptive mind of his, Kovu must have had some plan. Simba began to worry for his daughter’s life. Was this lion the right one? Father…I think I was right the first time…

Chapter Two

Things still were not going well at Pride Rock. Kovu and Kiara became less and less of an ideal pairing, and Simba began to grow nervous. He was slowly aging, and he did not want to leave the kingdom in bad hands when he died.

One late afternoon, as Simba stood on the peak of Pride Rock, thinking over what he should do, he heard a roar coming from the south. It was not Kovu. Kovu had never roared like that since he wed Kiara. This was a different lion. Zazu suddenly flew in front of Simba’s face, jabbering wildly.

“Sire! There’s a whole pride of lions approaching! Being led by an incredibly large male! You must investigate, Sire!”

“Yes, Zazu. Tell the other lionesses to cover me.”

Simba descended the rock and sprinted south, the direction the roar had come from. He moved alongside the great river, where Nuka had died in a struggle to assassinate him and where Zira had committed suicide. The golden sun turned the dry grasses of the plains orange, almost the same color as Simba’s sweat-stained hide as he continued on, trying to locate the group of lions that Zazu had reported.

Before he had gone far, he was stopped by the male that the bird had mentioned. Nearly twice as large as Simba, with a firmly set jaw and hazel eyes, this mighty feline stood in a dominant yet peaceful position atop a large boulder, looking down at the King of the Pride Lands with an expression that could move even the hardest of hearts. His burning reddish-brown mane blew in the strong wind, shimmering in the now setting sun, creating a halo around the lion’s head. Simba shook, realizing that this male looked incredibly like his father.

“My name is Tanabi. I’ve come home, father.”

Simba trembled even more, and tears ran down his muzzle. “But…but you were killed…killed…by…”

“By me?” said an unfamiliar voice from behind Tanabi. A dark, lean lioness with flashing eyes stepped out. “Didn’t expect to see me again, eh?”

“Monah…but….I exiled you…”

“Wrong! I just left, your highness. And are the rumors I hear correct? Has my poor friend Zira been killed?”

“Yes…”

“Oh…” A look of sadness crept over Monah’s face. Her ears drooped and a deep sigh escaped her lungs. “My poor friend…might’ve been my sister…Well, anyway, your son’s not dead, Simba. He’s standing right here, check me if I’m wrong.”

Tanabi raised his eyes and looked softly at Simba with a mixture of sadness and hope. “I’m back, Dad.”

“I…I know. Welcome home, Tanabi.”

Chapter Three

Nala could hardly believe her son was alive. The last time she had seen him was when he was suckling at her side with his sister. Kiara also found it hard to believe that her long-lost brother had returned. Tanabi did have many things in common with his sister, but she still found it hard to believe what her father told her. Simba told Kiara what had happened since she and Tanabi were born, and she finally accepted Tanabi as her sibling with rejoicing and tears.

“Tanabi! Where have you been all this time! I didn’t even think you were alive! Oh my gosh…”

Tanabi embraced his sister and told her about his adventures and what he had learned. Kovu grew envious of his new brother-in-law, and even a little jealous of Kiara’s happiness. He discussed his feelings with her one morning, while Tanabi still slept.

“Kiara, I get the impression that you like your brother more than me.”

“Kovu, now you know I love Tanabi. But it’s…shall I say it’s sort of a brother-sister thing.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, I’ll try to explain. You like your sister Vitani, right?”

“Eh…not really.”

“Well, when you’re born with brothers or sisters, you develop sort of an attachment towards them, right?”

Kovu winced, recalling his brother’s death. “I’d say mine was sort of a sibling rivalry.”

“Oh. I see. I guess you still have a lot to learn, Outlander.” Kiara snickered.

“Right. So what about your brother. You gonna marry him?”

“Marry him? Why…” Kiara stopped and looked tentatively over Kovu’s shoulder. Kovu twisted his head around and saw the silhouette of a male lion on the peak of Pride Rock. The figure slowly turned its head and gazed down at the young pair. The lion’s mane was tossed in the gentle wind. After fixing his eyes on Kovu and Kiara for a long time, Tanabi (who was obviously the one being described) turned away and stood atop his throne, looking straight ahead, surveying his future kingdom.

Many amazing events had happened since Simba’s son’s homecoming. But the most amazing prospect of Tanabi’s return was that he was the rightful heir to the throne. After Simba died, he would become king. Tanabi was well aware of this. Monah had told him of his legacy and his fate. In a way, Simba felt grateful to Monah, yet furious that she had kidnapped his only son. The lioness admitted her past mistakes, unlike the late Taka and Zira. So the king reluctantly accepted her and her renegade troop of friends back into the Pride, much to the relief of all the former Outlanders.

Simba was overcome with happiness that his son had returned, yet one thought still lingered in his mind: Why did the gods not tell him that Tanabi was alive? As king, Simba could hear the thoughts of the spirits, but yet, no news of his son’s survival had reached him. Could it be that Tanabi’s soul was so strong that he could not be detected by the gods? Simba tried to shake off this frightening thought; his son was obviously a powerful one, and he felt relieved that his kingdom was now safe once more.

Chapter Four

Simba and his son were standing on the great precipice of Pride Rock, surveying their kingdom in the light of the setting sun. Most of the time they were silent, but occasionally Tanabi would ply his father with questions about the family, which he would usually answer.

“Father, why did you accept the Outlanders, even after they tried to assassinate you?” Simba turned towards his son and tried to give him a serious look.

“Well, Tanabi, I realized that there were no real differences between us. We are all equal, no?”

“Monah taught me that years ago. I understand, Father.”

“Yes,” Simba agreed. “I guess I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t advise you on your choice. I admit some of the lions you re-accepted are a bit different, but this Kovu…”

“We can’t really have much against him, as he has wed my daughter.”

“I know…but he stands out from the other Outlanders. He may have joined you, but he is still Taka’s heir. I don’t trust him.”

“I know Zira was raising him to fulfill her husband’s wish, but Kovu says that he’s his own lion,” said Simba. “I’m trying to agree with him on that.”

“His soul is weak, Father. It may become penetrated with evil spirits that want him to do what they want. Maybe even his mother’s spirit could…”

“Please, Tanabi! I have been trying to convince myself that Kovu is benign. Don’t shatter my hopes now!”

“But Father, you don’t understand! I see things in him that are not right! He could destroy Kiara…or even you.”

“Tanabi, one of the rules of being a king is not to hold your beliefs too strongly. Try to accept Kovu, despite his ragged shell.”

“All right, Dad…but I still think you let your death enter this Pride…and he won’t be going out that easy.”

Uneasily, Simba descended the peak of Pride Rock, leaving his son to overlook the kingdom. Many months since his son’s return, Simba had experienced many conflicting thoughts about Kovu. Kovu was going to be the next king, but after Tanabi came home, his purpose seemed to deteriorate. Was his son right? Already Tanabi had proven himself above all other common beasts with his noble sense of duty, but still Simba felt unsure about his son, his daughter and Taka’s heir.

Decision Time! The way the story goes on from here depends on the reader’s feelings for Kovu. It’s just a simple choice; you can retrace your steps if you want. Now, make your choice:

1. I like that Kovu! He’s his own lion, he isn’t anything like Scar! I was hoping he would be king! Long live Kovu and Kiara! If this matches your feelings towards Kovu, just read on.

2. I can’t believe that little traitor is even in this Fan-Fic! He doesn’t deserve to live! I hope his father strikes him down! Long live Tanabi! If this matches your feelings towards Kovu, go to page 10.

Chapter Five

Many years had passed since Tanabi’s return. Simba and his beloved mate were growing older; Kiara, thanks to her brother, was growing more aware of her destiny as future Queen.

Tanabi, despite his own troubles, was growing concerned for his father’s aging body. By now, Simba’s eyes had grown hazy, his once proud mane was thinner and tipped with strands of gray. His body was gaunt, resembling Kovu’s build, only lighter. Nala was also coming on in years. Her azure eyes graced her delicate form, which was still graceful in spite of the tolls of time. Tanabi knew that soon the sun would set on his father’s time and rise with him and his sister. Kovu’s destiny…well…Tanabi did not know what to make of Kovu yet. His hazel eyes could see many dark forms engulfing the lion’s body.

Even as a cub, Tanabi could see more than a normal creature. To his eyes, his parents appeared to be surrounded by bright yellow auras that slowly shifted as he watched them. However, in their old age, Simba and Nala’s auras seemed to be fading.

The auras of strangers and enemies were less distinct and not as friendly. Monah was engulfed in a light blue haze that constantly shifted and confused Tanabi sometimes, which led him to suspect that his stepmother was holding back much.

Perhaps these visions were only illusions, but in spite of Kovu’s unsure future, Tanabi knew that he should not hold any opinions for or against anything, even if the subject is evil, dangerous or different.

Monah spent much time with her foster son. Tanabi often wanted to ask her how she came across all the knowledge she taught him in his cub-hood years, but judging by Monah’s flashing yellow eyes, which shone clearly through her blue aura, Tanabi knew that she wasn’t giving away any secrets away.

It was several weeks later when Tanabi first heard the news, inside the cave of the lionesses of the lower class, speaking to Kovu’s sister. She was quite a puzzle for him. Her metaphysical coat was delicate yet solid. Tanabi could not see into her ambitions clearly, but judging by what he heard from her that day, he could see that Vitani knew much more than she seemed to.

“Kiara? With child? I don’t believe this! Vitani, is this true?”

“True as the rain, my lord. She told me about it last evening. Kovu’s just bubbling over with joy. That little termite just might split a seam.”

“Where is he?”

Vitani scratched her scruffy forelock and flexed her claws. “He’s sleeping outside the king’s cave, like he always does. ‘Cept when he sleeps here, among the commoners. Still thinks of himself as a rouge. Poor guy.”

“Thanks, Tani.” Tanabi left the cave and climbed the side of Pride Rock to the mouth of Simba’s cave. The sun was slowly setting beyond the western mountains. As Vitani had said, Kovu lay outside by a small pile of rocks.

“Hey. Kovu. I heard the news.”

“I know. But I dunno if it’s gonna be my kid or yours. You haven’t been seeing Kiara alone, have you?”

Tanabi’s face flushed. “I think not! Do I look like that kind of lion?”

“Just a joke, buddy,” said Kovu, sitting up and stretching. “No, you ain’t that type. Not now, not ever.”

Tanabi could hardly see Kovu through the thick cloud of black haze that surrounded him. Only his scarred left eye was distinct. “I never thought I would be a father, Tanabi. I need all the help you can give.”

Kovu rose to his feet and walked inside the cave. The dark aura exaggerated his stalking movements. Tanabi pricked up his ears and heard some muffled sobbing coming from within the cave. “Kiara!”

He bolted into the cave, the dark interior blinding him temporarily. He found Kovu and Kiara sitting by Simba and Nala, who were lying down, breathing shallowly. Rafiki the mandrill shaman stood nearby, his large eyes moist. Kiara was weeping uncontrollably as Rafiki spoke.

“Your parents are quite weak, princess. Leave dem be for now. I will do my best.”

The mandrill waved the couple out of the cave. Kiara was still weeping, her head on Kovu’s shoulder as they passed Tanabi. Kovu gave him a serious look, then sighed and continued out, trying to console his partner.

Then Rafiki noticed Tanabi. His fragile body sagged as he gripped his staff. “Prince Tanabi, I knew you would come. De king is old. His time draws near. I tink he would like to see you.”

Rafiki hobbled out of the cave, leaving the young lion with his aged parents, the

light of the setting sun running across the stone floor. Tanabi looked at his parents’ bodies, and trembled as he noticed how slowly their yellow auras pulsed and shifted. His heart quickened.

“Father?”

Simba opened his weary eyes and smiled at his son.

“Father, don’t leave yet. I need you. Kiara does too.”

“Tanabi, you’ll do all right. You are the true king now. I have lived this life to its fullest, now I need my rest.”

A lump swelled in Tanabi’s throat. “Dad, I’m not you. I haven’t received the proper training. What if I fail?”

“I’ll be by your side, Tanabi.”

“But won’t you be in the stars, with the other Great Kings of the Past?”

Simba managed a weak chuckle. “Of course. But I’ll also be here, as will all the other kings who have passed on.”

Nala flicked an ear and slowly raised her head. “Tanabi, my son. I’m glad that you’ve come. I thought I wouldn’t get a chance to see you again before I left…I love you, Tanabi.”

“I know mother. But…even though I didn’t always have a family…I want to be with you. I can’t live without you.”

“Tanabi,” said Simba, “When my father died, I wished that he were still alive. I tired to shake off the fact that he was gone, but I couldn’t. Then I got some sense knocked into me. I learned that my father lives on…in me. So it will be with you. Me, your mother, and all the Great Kings of the Past will live on forever in you.”

“Well said, Simba.” Said another voice from the entrance of the cave. It was a strong yet compassionate voice, the voice of a once great king. Tanabi raised his head and found himself staring into a face much like his own, yet older and softer. The eyes of the face were a golden brown, much like the great mane that adorned the noble face. Slowly, Tanabi could discern the rest of the image’s body: well-built and muscular, surrounded by a shimmering aura that confused his senses. It was not the colored haze that he saw in mortal creatures, but rather the shroud of a god, a once mighty creature.

“Are you who I think you are?” Tanabi asked out loud.

Simba’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Mufasa…”

“You’re alive…” Tanabi quavered.

“We are all alive, my grandson. We are all with you as you walk through your world. All of us.”

As Mufasa spoke, several other figures shimmered into being behind him. Tanabi recognized the late Sarabi, her tan coat and black-edged ears prominent; as well as the muscular, tawny Ahadi; his beloved mate Akase; the powerful, dark-coated Mohatu, and all the Great Kings and Queens of the Past. Even the black-maned Taka cowered at his brother’s side, close to his beloved Zira and their scruffy oldest son, Nuka.

It was then that Tanabi, son of Simba and Nala, brother of Kiara, King of Pride Rock, so strong of spirit that he couldn’t be seen even by the gods, possibly half spirit, half lion, the great seer of truth of all mortals crouched down and wept by his father’s side. True mortal tears, unlike any from the eyes of a god.

“You are worthy of the throne, Tanabi,” whispered Nala. “Don’t worry. We’ll be with you. I’m just glad that you are alive.” As she smiled at her son, Nala’s eyes slowly faded from blue to green, her great sorrow finally lifted. Tanabi cried even more, caressing his mother and father. Simba then sighed and said: “Tanabi, remember that when you walk to the peak of Pride Rock to take your place, we will all be roaring with you. Remember that, my son.”

“Come, Simba,” Mufasa purred gently. “Come with us. It is time. You too, my dear Nala. You have done well. It’s time that you rested.”

In the dim light of the dying sun, Tanabi watched as his mother and father’s auras faded out of existence before his eyes. For the first and last time, he saw them as they really were: a majestic, golden, auburn-maned lion lying beside his pale, tan queen.

Even with his blurred, teary vision, Tanabi was able to see their bodies slowly materialize under his paws. They had passed on. At last.

Chapter Six

Tanabi could not remember how much time had passed since he last looked into his father’s eyes. It must have been a while ago, for now the sun was rising. The cave was empty, and Tanabi could hear quiet whispers coming from the entrance. Slowly, he rose to his feet and walked outside. A small crowd was forming around the cavern, including a mournful Kiara, a depressed Kovu, a confused Vitani and an anxious Monah.

“Tanabi, my son,” she cried, “I know what has happened. I am sorry, but you must take your place. Go on.” He saw her aura slowly phase from blue to a gentle pink, a sign that she truly loved him. Tanabi knew that she would be his mother, even if she really wasn’t. But she loved him. That was all he needed.

With a heavy heart and even heavier paws, the new King began his ascent. He passed Kiara, who nuzzled him affectionately and whispered, “I wish Mom and Dad could see this.”

“They will, Sis,” Tanabi replied. “They will.”

Vitani sat on a pile of boulders, and smiled as he passed. “I never thought I would get to see this,” she purred. “Good luck, your highness.”

At her side was Kovu, looking slightly glum. “I thought I would be the one doing this,” he muttered. “But I guess I’ll be in the same place as Scar was.”

“That’s better than being nobody.” replied Tanabi. His heart jumped as he noticed that Kovu’s dark shroud had vanished from his body, revealing his handsome, if somewhat scraggly figure. To his even greater astonishment, he saw that the scar over his rival’s left eye was gone.

“Kovu…your eye…”

“It healed during the night, believe it or not. Guess all those emotions I was feeling sped up my immune system.”

It was much more simple than that, thought Tanabi.

The darkness had finally been lifted. Giving his brother-in-law a smile and a rub on the shoulder, Tanabi continued up the path.

Rafiki was the last animal standing between the King and his goal. The aged mandrill waved his staff towards the tip of Pride Rock and smiled at Tanabi, who gave him an embrace that nearly crushed the monkey’s body and grinned.

“The circle is nearly complete,” said Rafiki. “Take your place, my king.”

With a determined look and a sad sigh, Tanabi slowly walked along the great jutting rock until he reached the edge: the same place where he was presented to the kingdom, held in the hands of Rafiki, between Simba and Nala. With his eyes still stinging from sorrow, Tanabi then unleashed an earthshaking roar which was followed not only by his echo, but by his new subjects, who also roared with triumph as the morning sun touched the King’s brow. Tanabi thought he saw his father’s face, and was going to shake off the vision as an illusion, but he remembered what his grandfather said: “We are all alive. We are all with you as you walk through your world. Always.”

Yeah, Tanabi thought. I’ll remember what you taught me, Mufasa. You too, father. I’ll remember.

After several minutes, Tanabi was called back by Kovu, who announced that Kiara, the new Queen of Pride Rock had given birth. Giddy as a gazelle who just learned how to walk, the King sprinted down to the cave where his parents had passed on to see his sister licking a small, dark brown male cub to life.

“He looks like you, all right,” said Tanabi to Kovu. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know…I think you should name him, your majesty.”

“Well, Monah never taught me about naming a cub before, but…”

“Before you go about naming the prince,” said a familiar voice deeper inside the cavern, “You might want to consider naming the princess.”

Tanabi bolted inside and found Vitani with a golden cub suckling at her side.

“Vitani! You? A mother? I don’t believe it!”

“Thanks to you,” Vitani continued, “I’ve apparently borne the future Queen!”

“It’s a female?”

“Apparently. I just narrowed down the usual suspects and I figured you are her father.”

“Oh. I see.”

“But she’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She sure is.”

Kovu then wandered into the cave, behind Tanabi. “Hey, you two. Rafiki is ready to present the prince. Are you…Oh!” His words stopped short as he noticed the infant at his sister’s side. “Wow. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know,” replied Tanabi. “Maybe my father could give me an idea.”

Kovu turned his eyes upwards in deep thought. “Yes. Maybe mine too.”

The End

Chapter Five

Many years had passed since Tanabi’s return. Simba and his beloved mate were growing older; Kiara, thanks to her brother, was growing more aware of her destiny as future Queen.

As the years came and left, Kovu’s jealousy of Tanabi and dark thoughts began to increase and grow stronger. He often snarled at his brother-in-law when their paths crossed and pondered over what to do about him during moments when he was alone.

These moments were occurring much more frequently since the news of Kiara’s pregnancy by Kovu. Tanabi spent more and more time with his sister and the other lionesses in Simba’s cave, leaving Kovu to himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t allowed to visit his mate, but that he simply didn’t want to. Anger began to brew in his heart, and cruel and deadly ambitions filled his dreams.

One stormy night, as the rest of the pride slept, Kovu lay awake in the Cave of the Commoners, pondering his situation. For the first time in months, doubt crept into his heart.

What are you thinking? He asked himself. I can’t kill my mate’s father, after all I’ve been through. I’ve earned Simba’s trust, now isn’t the time to break it! And this Tanabi…I just can’t…

“Kovu!”

Lightning flashed and a familiar voice clawed at Kovu’s ears. His head shot up and his heart rattled against his ribs. A cold sweat formed on his forehead.

“Mother?”

“Yes, it is your mother, Kovu. Zira, Queen of the Outlands, mother of Scar’s heir…who has just given up!!”

The sharp voice cut through the clouds and the head of a pale, gaunt lioness formed in the dark storm. Her red eyes narrowed as she glared at Kovu.

“You little traitor! How could you do this!”

“But, mother, I…”

“Enough! You have failed to carry on your father’s legacy! I am very disappointed in you, Kovu. I have here the true heir to Scar’s throne.”

The body of a scraggly, vermin-ridden lion materialized at Zira’s right. “Hi, ya little termite!” the figure laughed in a demonic voice. “Didn’t think you’d see your victim again, eh?”

“Nuka!” cried Kovu, his fear increasing. “Nuka, I didn’t…”

Zira smiled and embraced Nuka, who grinned at Kovu viciously and spoke again.

“So you betray your pride, then Simba’s Pride! What next! Some son of Scar you are, termite!”

“But Nuka, Scar wasn’t my father.”

“Oh no, Kovu,” said Zira in a voice filled with darkness. “Your father wasn’t Scar. My mate was not Scar. You are Scar.”

A sharp pain shot through Kovu’s body. His roar of agony intermingled with the thunder of the storm. He collapsed to the cave floor, writhing and screaming as Zira and Nuka watched in what seemed to be delight.

“You feel it?” said Zira mockingly. “That is the same spirit that inhabited Scar’s mind when he killed his brother. You are indeed Scar. You have the same weak spirit and strong ambition.” She laughed wickedly as Nuka joined in, creating a mad chorus of laughter across the Pride Lands.

Kovu’s body stopped twisting and he stood up and faced his mother. “What must I do?” he asked in a voice that was not his own.

“Do what I wanted you to do in the first place. Kill Simba and his son. Then you will be king. Go, Kovu. Don’t fail me again.”

“Yes, mother,” said Kovu. With a fierce roar, he sprinted up the side of Pride Rock, towards the king’s cave. Another roar shook the night, accompanied by a flash of lightning towards the west. The flash lit the peak of Pride Rock, and for one split second, the shape of Tanabi was outlined by it. Kovu did not see him in his blind rage, but Tanabi did, and he knew what was going on. He raced down the peak, towards the point where the path to his father’s cave ended. Before Kovu could enter the cave and do what his mother demanded, Simba’s son landed squarely in front of him, blocking his way.

Kovu’s eyes narrowed and he snarled furiously. Tanabi knew what had to be done. He rose on his hind legs and roared defensively. Kovu bared his claws and charged. He hit Tanabi in the chest, almost winding him. The young prince swiped his opponent across the nose, drawing blood. Kovu screamed in pain and backed away.

His anger swelling in his heart, Tanabi lunged at Kovu, clawing at his mane. The two lions tumbled down the path, now muddied by the light rain that now fell.

Now they faced each other again, both panting heavily with eyes narrowed, Tanabi’s hazel eyes and Kovu’s green ones.

“I know you would risk your life to save your daddy’s,” growled Kovu, licking his lower lip, which was bleeding. “Just like Mufasa.”

“I won’t die without a fight,” said Tanabi, trying to find his rival’s eyes in the midst of the now wildly churning blood-red aura. “I won’t let you kill him!”

“Very well. You will do then, ‘Prince!’”

Kovu lunged again, this time raking Tanabi’s chest with his claws. Tanabi roared in rage and sank his teeth into Kovu’s front leg. The dark lion shook it free and pinned Tanabi to the stony ground, trying to rip out his throat. The prince clubbed Kovu across the face, sending him sprawling.

“I wish I knew your father,” said Tanabi, gasping for breath, “Then I could tell him how pitiful his offspring are.”

“I resent that,” growled Kovu, rising to his feet and baring his teeth menacingly. “I can’t wait to tell your daddy how pitiful his only son was. Before I kill both of them.” A wicked chuckle rasped in his throat. Growling deeply, Tanabi leapt in the air and pounced on Kovu’s body. The two fought furiously for what seemed like the longest time, as the storm grew and lightning flashed all around. A group of lionesses had emerged from the cave and were nervously watching the battle, too afraid to come closer.

Tanabi felt his strength draining from his limbs. He felt like he was losing. He couldn’t. His father’s life depended on him. He couldn’t give up now. He raised his paw and in that instant, he felt a surge of energy rush through his body. The energy of the Great Kings of the Past. The strength which comes only to the gods when they are in need…why it came to Tanabi’s aid will always be a mystery. Perhaps he is more than just a lion.

His paw struck Kovu’s skull and sent him flying across the cave, hitting the wall with a loud crack. His body grew still. Tanabi limped over to him. Kovu was barely alive; his aura pulsed slowly, the redness gone from it. The spirit had left him for good.

“Kovu?”

The dark lion opened his green and yellow eyes and grimaced. “I should have killed you when I had the chance…”

“No, Kovu. You are your own lion. I’m just sorry you allowed evil to enter you.”

“I was the heir…”

“I’m sorry, Kovu. I had to kill you. For your sake. For Kiara’s sake. For the Pride’s sake.”

“I could try again…” choked Kovu, his eyelids drooping.

“Yes, Kovu. Maybe the next life. Your son’s life.”

“My son…?”

“Yes. Kiara will let you have another chance. You’ll live in her son.”

“You just want to make me feel better, Tanabi. It’s not working.”

“Please, Kovu,” said Tanabi soothingly. “Don’t worry. Just let them take you. I’ll always remember you…” here he paused for a moment.

“…Brother.”

Kovu looked up at Tanabi with what almost seemed to be a smile, then he closed his eyes and rolled over, burying the right side of his face into the muddy earth. Tanabi watched as his rival’s black aura slowly dissolved, leaving the battered body of a lion. With the dark shroud gone, Tanabi was able to see Kovu as he really was. He also noticed with surprise that the scar over his left eye was gone. The darkness was finally lifted.

Chapter Six:

The young prince watched as Kovu’s breath slowed and finally ceased. He ran his paw across the once proud black mane, sighing deeply. The rain still fell outside. Tanabi got up and padded out of the cave. The dark clouds were moving on, but an even darker presence still lingered. Even though he could not see her with his gifted eyes, Tanabi knew that Zira was watching him. He sat down and bowed his noble head.

“I never knew you, Zira. I know you wished to fulfill your mate’s wish. You have not failed. His spirit is at peace now. With his son. I see no division between light and dark. So now I beg your forgiveness, for I must follow my own path.”

A thick warmth moved over Tanabi’s body, easing his pain. He raised his head and saw that the clouds had parted to reveal an ocean of stars. The young prince smiled and knew that the land was secure.

Suddenly a piercing cry tore through the night.

“Kiara!”

Tanabi raced up the rocky path towards the king’s cave, the place where the cry came from. The group of lionesses that had witnessed the fight were gathered around the cave’s mouth. Monah was among them. The young lion bolted inside, the dark interior blinding him temporarily. He found Kiara sitting by Simba and Nala, who were lying down, breathing shallowly. Rafiki the mandrill shaman stood nearby, his large eyes moist. Kiara was weeping uncontrollably as Rafiki spoke.

“Your parents are quite weak, princess. Leave dem be for now. I will do my best.”

The mandrill waved the lioness out of the cave. Kiara was still weeping as she passed Tanabi. She gave him a mournful look, then continued out, sobbing almost hysterically.

Then Rafiki noticed Tanabi. His fragile body sagged as he gripped his staff. “Prince Tanabi, I knew you would come. De king is old. His time draws near. I tink he would like to see you.”

Rafiki hobbled out of the cave, leaving the young lion with his aged parents. Tanabi looked at his parents’ bodies, and trembled as he noticed how slowly their yellow auras pulsed and shifted. His heart quickened.

“Father?”

Simba opened his weary eyes and smiled at his son.

“Father, don’t leave yet. I need you. Kiara does too.”

“Tanabi, you’ll do all right. You are the true king now. I have lived this life to its fullest, now I need my rest.”

A lump swelled in Tanabi’s throat. “Dad, I’m not you. I haven’t received the proper training. What if I fail?”

“I’ll be by your side, Tanabi.”

“But won’t you be in the stars, with the other Great Kings of the Past?”

Simba managed a weak chuckle. “Of course. But I’ll also be here, as will all the other kings who have passed on.”

Nala flicked an ear and slowly raised her head. “Tanabi, my son. I’m glad that you’ve come. I thought I wouldn’t get a chance to see you again before I left…I love you, Tanabi.”

“I know mother. But…even though I didn’t always have a family…I want to be with you. I can’t live without you.”

“Are you who I think you are?” Tanabi asked out loud.

Simba’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Mufasa…”

“You’re alive…” Tanabi quavered.

“We are all alive, my grandson. We are all with you as you walk through your world. All of us.”

But Kovu was not there.

“He had no place,” sighed Mufasa. “He was only a temporary link in the circle. No one knew you were alive, Tanabi. Even I didn’t. Now the circle is truly complete.”

“Come, Simba,” Mufasa purred gently. “Come with us. It is time. You too, my dear Nala. You have done well. It’s time that you rested.”

In the dim light of the stars, Tanabi watched as his mother and father’s auras faded out of existence before his eyes. For the first and last time, he saw them as they really were: a majestic, golden, auburn-maned lion lying beside his pale, tan queen.

Even with his blurred, teary vision, Tanabi was able to see their bodies slowly materialize under his paws. They had passed on. At last.

Chapter Seven:

With a heavy heart and even heavier paws, the new King began his ascent. He passed Kiara, who nuzzled him affectionately and whispered, “I wish Mom and Dad could see this.”

“They will, Sis,” Tanabi replied. “They will.”

Vitani sat on a pile of boulders, and smiled as he passed. “I never thought I would get to see this,” she purred. “Good luck, your highness.”

“The circle is nearly complete,” said Rafiki. “Take your place, my king.”

Yeah, Tanabi thought. I’ll remember what you taught me, Mufasa. You too, father. I’ll remember.

After several minutes, Tanabi was called back by Monah, who announced that Kiara, the new Queen of Pride Rock had given birth. Giddy as a gazelle who just learned how to walk, the King sprinted down to the cave where his parents had passed on to see his sister licking a small, dark brown male cub to life. As Tanabi approached, the infant opened his hazel eyes and smiled.

“I don’t know how he will live without a father,” said Kiara sadly.

“I’m sorry Kiara,” mumbled Tanabi. “But…”

“I understand. You had to do it, Tanabi.”

“I know. I’ll try to be the little guy’s father. I don’t know how I will do, though.”

The king looked at the dark cub and spoke again. “He looks like Kovu, all right,” he said softly. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know…I think you should name him.”

“Well, Monah never taught me about naming a cub before, but…”

“Kizazi.”

“Huh?”

“Kizazi. The new generation. My little Kovu.”

Tanabi knew that Kiara understood her place in the Circle. Happiness filled his heart. “Yes. That is a good name. Kizazi.”

“Now that you’ve named the prince,” said a familiar voice deeper inside the cavern, “You might want to consider naming the princess.”

Tanabi bolted inside and found Vitani with a golden cub suckling at her side.

“Vitani! You? A mother? I don’t believe it!”

“Thanks to you,” Vitani continued, “I’ve apparently borne the future Queen!”

“It’s a female?”

“Apparently. I just narrowed down the usual suspects and I figured you are her father.”

“Oh. I see.”

“But she’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She sure is.”

Monah then wandered into the cave, behind Tanabi. “Hey, you two. Rafiki is ready to present the prince. Are you…Oh!” Her words stopped short as she noticed the infant at Vitani’s side. Her eyes moved from the cub to its mother to her stepchild.

“Tanabi, you’re a father!” she screamed, embracing him. “You lucky kid! I never knew what it was like to have a child at my side. Now…” she paused and looked at the golden cub. “…I think I have a rough idea what it’s like. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know,” replied Tanabi. “Maybe my father could give me an idea.”

“And so could I.” said another voice. Tanabi looked around the cave and saw a dark, transparent figure sitting beside Vitani. The figure raised its muscular, black-maned head and regarded the King out of its sharp green eyes with a satisfied smile.

The king’s heart raced and his knees shook, but Kovu slowly shook his head and spoke again.

“Don’t worry, my king. I’ve found my place. Now I understand.”

The dark lion faded away. Vitani and Monah looked confused, then calm. They also understood. Tanabi smiled contentedly, then slowly strode out of the cave, where Rafiki waited with Kovu’s son, the future king.

The End

Well, that’s that! Hope you enjoyed it! My e-mail address is below. Either agree with or disagree with my story. You have your own path. The Pride Lands are now secure at last.

Akril15@aol.com

Long Live Tanabi and Kiara!

Long Live the Lion King!

I don’t want to get carried away, but if this story were to be made into a movie (TLK III), I already have a rough layout. Simba, Nala, Kiara, Kovu, etc. Would be played by their original voice actors. Tanabi…probably a good actor for him would be Robby Benson (From Beauty and the Beast). He has a royal-sounding voice, no? I don’t know about Monah, perhaps an older woman with a voice like Sarabi’s (her actor has passed away, may she rest in peace). Perhaps someday I’ll decide.

And now, a final little tidbit:

Simba, Nala, Kiara, Kovu, Vitani, Nuka, Zira, Scar, Mufasa and The Lion King are copyright Disney.

Tanabi is copyright his creators, the authors of The Chronicles of the Pride Lands.

Monah is copyrighted by yours truly (the only original character in this fan-fic!).

I don’t know much about copyrighting stuff, I was only fifteen seasons when I wrote this. So please have mercy, I beg you.

We are One.