Fan Art Albums of My Lion King

Behind him, Simba could hear the deranged panting of Kovu. The beast that followed him hardly looked like Kovu, but Simba knew instinctively that it was his heir. Without fault, the rock wall rose up before him, and Simba began the never-ending climb with Kovu hot on his tail. Chancing a glance behind him, he beheld the surreal scene below. Kovu skidded to a stop at the base of the rocky face, his acid green eyes leaping with joy as his lips curled into a sickening grin. Simba could feel his heart racing and the sound of it filled his ears. He couldn???t catch his breath, nor could his claws catch hold of the slick rock. Kovu let out a laugh below as he reached up and raked his deadly claws over the surface of the rock. ???Where are you running, Simba???? he called. ???Don???t you trust me???? Simba wanted to tell the demonic form of Kovu that he didn???t, but his voice left him mute. He could only whimper. He turned back to his climbing and found that he had run out of cliff. He clambered awkwardly onto the narrow precipice and looked back down only to find Kovu right there. As the days wore on, Simba found it difficult to forget the Kovu of his dreams and see the young lion for what he was becoming. Kovu was to be a great king one day, not the killer in his dreams.