Well hello once again! I've come back to offically rewrite this story. Some of it got little out of hand...what with Angels and Portals and all of those things silly. I shall be updating the chapters slowly, I must say, slowly, but changing it. There will even be a slightly changed storyline! So join me along for a ride the second time around, and hopefully we shall have a story that's much, much more believable than last time!

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"Do you know how much I had starved because of you?" the white lion spat. "Do you know how many cubs died because of you?"

The golden lion took a step back. He had aged since the white lion had seen him last. His cream muzzle how showed spots of grey, and his mane had started to hang a little loosely.

"C…Cubs?" he whispered. "Died..?" The golden lion looked painfully over at a lighter golden lioness. The lioness shook a little, then shrugged a little closer to her mate, a dark brown lion with a darker mane that hung over his troubled eyes.

"Kovu!" snarled the white lion to the dark lion. "You saw it all. Tell him! Tell him it was true!"

Kovu the dark lion lowered his eyes. It's true. It's all true, Kahllynn, my brother. But this will not bring your daughter back! You must end this! I cannot deceive my brother, for then I am as bad as..my…father…no! Scar was not my father! But…then Kahllynn is not my brother….

The white lion's rough voice broke over Kovu's thoughts. "Simba, you banished all the outlanders who were loyal to my father. To Scar, my father. In doing so you sentenced us to death. You killed many. Now you must face that truth!"

Simba backed away. The young white lion was strong, and powerful. He looked weather beaten and brawny. Certainly not the little white cub he had seen so long ago….how could Kahllynn have lived?

"Father, what are the lights in the night sky?" said a small cream cub. His creamy father replied with a chuckle – "King Mufasa tells his son Simba that they are the Great Kings of the Past. They watch over Simba as he makes his way through his life…of what would have been." The lion's chin drooped a little, and his whiskers shook in the night air.

This was not unnoticed by the cub, and he rested his small forepaws against his father's mane.

"Father? What is troubling you?" spoke the little cub.

"Oh, my son," crooned the larger lion,

"King Mufasa, and his young son, Simba, came to a terrible death not so long ago. It was a season or two, I think. The kingdom is still in mourning. His loyal brother, Taka, has taken over the kingdom. Their deaths will be greatly mourned. King Mufasa was the greatest King to rule this peaceful valley - he had been generous enough to allow us to live here. He was the greatest King, but had the shortest reign. It is a terrible loss to the Pridelands."

"But father, won't the Kingdom be different now?"

The young cub was puzzled. "Won't King Mufasa's brother rule…differently?"

The creamy lion smiled sadly. "Oh, Altivo, let us walk to see how your mother is doing. We can talk on the way. How much differently could the Prince rule? He is, after all, royal blood also. He will rule the Pridelands just as well as his great brother, we are all sure."

As the lion walked with his son under the velvety night sky, the sadness felt at taking the first steps to lecturing his young son of the ways of the world; seemed to disappear. His dear mate was giving birth to his second child. As a good mate and father, he had left her in sight, but taken his oldest and only son for a short walk to stretch their legs. He felt joy and amazement. He was going to become a new father again. There would be new experiences for the young one, this time with his dear oldest son beside him every step of the way.

A velvety voice cut through the darkness, directed at father and son.

"Altivo, Mitavo." It smiled. "Come and see your brother and son."

Altivo jumped into the air, then leaped over to his mother's heaving side. "Unreal!" the normally placid and intelligent cub shrieked. "What'd call him, Mum?"

The lion tugged his son's tail, dragging him away from the lioness.

"Come on, champ, let Dad see his new son."

Mitavo leaned across his older son to see his new one. The lion's whiskers twitched a little and his eyebrows quirked.

"How…how could this be, Ahliah?"

Ahliah and Mitavo, a dark brown lioness and a cream coloured lion had given birth to a new cub…but one that was white. Pure, rich, smooth white.

Altivo looked at his brother. He wrinkled a whisker and shrugged.

"He's a pretty cool colour, isn't he, Dad?" he grinned. Mitavo looked curiously at the white lion cub. Ahliah smiled.

"Mitavo", she said gently. He looked up.

"There are legends within my father's pride that speak of a lion who will be looked upon as a hero, who will save his pride from much danger. That lion will be strong, pure of heart, courageous, and a lion whom many will wish to be her mate. He will rule the Earth from his high pedestal if he only wishes it, and he will love his people much. They say he will be the greatest ruler to walk the Earth.

Mitavo frowned, sitting down with his front paws stretched out a little, cupping Altivo between them. Altivo glanced from mother to father, before his gaze rested upon the tiny white sibling that now existed in his world.

"But what has this to do with our son, Ahliah? How can this be…? And is he my son?"

Ahliah looked at Mitavo. "Of course he is your son, Mitavo, don't be silly!" she scoffed. "Legends have it that this lion will be brought into the world with no reason, that everything shall happen to him with no reason. He will suffer much, but shall be a hero. It is the Legacy of my father's Pride, and everyone has known about it for seasons. Don't you see? The child is white, Mitavo. Without reason! My son shall be the lion everyone wishes to know, to meet! It will be him who will rule a great land, who will love his people, who will create peace and harmony within the herds and the lions of the land. I shall watch him grow with pride."

The lioness's amber eyes shone as she purred low in her throat and ran a raspy tongue over the young white lion's sleeping form.

Ahliah's eyes suddenly grew troubled, and she pinned an ear back. "Mitavo…" she whispered. "I can hear someone coming.."

Mitavo sprang to his paws. "Altivo, hide. Quick. Now."

Altivo whined. "But Dad…"

Mitavo cut him off. "NOW!" he whispered urgently. "Behind that rock."

Ahliah rose to her feet, wobbling a little, and she picked up the white infant.

"Who goes, there?" Mitavo asked quietly.

A lean lioness with a dark stripe running over her back and shoulders poked her head out of the grass. "I." she replied. "Greetings, Mitavo. I see you and your mate are on my lands. Who gave you permission to be here?"

Mitavo raised his nose in an unseen snarl – the Queen of the Pridelands had made herself known to Mitavo and his family before, and the two did not get along.

"The Great King Mufasa gave us permission to live here indefinitely, moons ago. We have lived here since, Your Highness."

Zira smiled, slinking out of the grass, her head held low. "Well, I would say that King Mufasa isn't around anymore to have his say. These lands belong to Scar, and you are now trespassing. Get off, or I will kill you and your infant."

Mitavo snarled. "Zira! I cannot ask my mate to move. She has just given birth to my son – she needs rest, as does he. We will move off in the morning, if it is as Your Highness wishes. But for now, we will remain until the sunlight."

Zira's gaze turned onto the white cub. Her brow wrinkled into a snarl as she thought of the last few moon's events. Scar, her mate and King, had mated Nala, the old Prince's betrothed, and had produced the new Future King. Kovu, they had named him. All because Nuka was not good enough for Scar's liking. Nuka was a sweet cub, gentle and curious. But he was not well built, and he was happy to do as others asked him. He was Scar's son. Zira's son. But it would be Nala's son who would rule the Pridelands eventually. Kovu was due to be taken off Nala soon, and it would be expected that Zira would raise him and his slightly older sister.

She growled at Mitavo.

"It sounds a reasonable request. You may take yourself and your family away as the first sunlight reaches the Pridelands."

As Mitavo turned away from the subdued Zira, a lion with all claws unsheathed launched himself at Mitavo, striking him in the side. Mitavo staggered a little and fell to the ground, gasping in surprise as he realised who his attacker was.

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So yes! Those of you who are my old friends, you'll notice the story has been changed a little, while keeping the main points there. New friends, welcome to the asylum of my mind :) I'm known for my completely idiotic theories on the plot of TLK...so keep your eyes peeled for them in my stories.

Thanks all!