Out of the Pridelands (AU fic)

[KingKovu44]

Ok, I once had the idea to write what it might be like if Simba had not fallen for Scar's deception and fled back to Pride Rock after the death of Mufasa. After seeing similar ideas in the fan art section of lionking.org, I decided to make an Alternate Universe version of events, which included Zira being present from the beginning, so it was different from the other material I had seen. No bashing or flaming, please.
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Out of the Pridelands (AU fic)


Scar smiled wickedly as Mufasa struggled to get up the perilous cliff as the wildebeest stampede raged beneath him.

“Scar! Brother! Help me!” the lion king pleaded.

Scar merely looked at his brother, overjoyed at the fact that he and Zira’s plan had gone off without a hitch, and then, without warning, lashed out and sank his claws into Mufasa’s paws. Mufasa roared in pain. Scar leaned forward and maliciously looked into Mufasa’s eyes.

“Long live the king,” he taunted.

Scar then pushed Mufasa, and he fell from the cliff down into the wildebeest stampede, where he was trampled to death. From the spot where he was, Simba only saw his father fall and disappear from sight.

“NO!” the cub shouted.

Simba began the climb down the cliff as the stampede ended. The dust was still in the air. He coughed slightly as he reached the floor of the gorge.

“Dad?” he called out.

Simba looked around, then, suddenly, one lone wildebeest passed by and curved around a log. Simba approached the log and saw Mufasa lying on his side under it. The great lion was not moving or breathing. Simba came over and rubbed against his father’s cheek, but nothing happened.

“Dad? Dad, come on. You gotta get up. Dad. We gotta go home,” he said as tears welled up in his eyes.

As he began to realize that his father was gone, Simba become very scared.

“HEEEEELP! Somebody! Anybody... help,” he said as he began to cry.

Simba turned back to the body. He nuzzled up under the limp paw so that his father was embracing him. Just then, Scar and Zira appeared through the dust.

“Simba...What have you done?” Scar began.

Simba looked at his uncle.

“There were wildebeests and he tried to save me... it was an accident, I... I didn't mean for it to happen,” he said through his tears.

Scar pulled him close.

“Of course, of course you didn't. No one...ever means for these things to happen...But the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive,” Scar said.

Just then, a “thought” occurred to Zira.

“Oh! What will your mother think?” the wicked lioness said.

“What am I going to do?” Simba asked.

“Run away, Simba. Run... Run away and never return,” Scar replied.

And so, Simba ran off. However, Scar’s statements just didn’t feel right. How could he have caused his father’s death? It was in that moment, as he was climbing out of the gorge, that he decided that he would run back to Pride Rock and tell his mother everything. Back in the gorge, the hyenas had arrived and had seen him run off.

“Do you want us to go and kill him?” Shenzi asked.

“No. Forget him. Let him die of exposure,” Scar replied.

Scar then turned to Zira.

“It is done, my queen. Let’s take a moment to celebrate, and then we will take our kingdom,” he said.

“I made sure the hyenas did their job properly,” Zira replied.

“Most excellent,” Scar responded.

The evil lions laughed a cruel laugh of triumph. Back on the savannah, Simba was out of the gorge. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. Finally, he reached Pride Rock. He went up to the den entrance.

“MOM!” he called out through his tears.

Sarabi and the other lionesses heard him and came running. Simba went to Sarabi and buried his face on her left foreleg. She noticed that he was crying. She held him with her other front paw.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I went to the gorge and there was a wildebeest stampede and Dad died trying to save me. It was an accident, but Uncle Scar said it was my fault!” Simba said, his throat a bit sore from crying.

Sarabi held him and was about to answer when Scar, Zira and the hyenas arrived.

“All hail the new king of Pride Rock!” Zira announced.

Sarabi looked Scar in the eyes.

“No, Scar. You have no right. Simba is the rightful king,” she stated.

Scar looked at his nephew furiously. For a few moments, he seethed with anger, then, suddenly, lashed out and attempted to grab Simba in order to kill him. However, mere moments before her son would have been snatched from her, Sarabi reached out and struck Scar hard across the face. The strike caused him to stagger back.

“How dare you?! I am the king!” he shouted.

Sarabi motioned for Sarafina, Nala and the other lionesses to join her. She then looked Scar straight in the eyes.

“You want to be king so badly? Then rule over the hyenas. We are leaving,” she stated.

And with that, they all began to leave.

“Fine! Leave! See where you’ll be without my leadership!” Scar roared.

Sarabi ignored her brother-in-law and continued on, her son and fellow lionesses in tow.

“Where are we going?” Simba asked.

“I don’t know, but we must get out of the pridelands,” Sarabi answered.

They walked a good part of the night, finally coming to a desert area. The lions found a comfortable spot and lay down to sleep. It would only be a stopping point, as they would continue on tomorrow. As she lay down to sleep, there was a rumble in the sky. Sarabi heard a familiar voice.

"Sarabi..." it said.

Sarabi looked up to see the image of a ghostly lion coming towards her. It was none other than Mufasa himself.

"Mufasa?" Sarabi asked.

"Sarabi, you must have courage," Mufasa began.

“But I don’t know what to do,” Sarabi answered.

“I want you continue your journey. Tomorrow, you will come to an oasis, and it is there that I want you to raise Simba until he is an adult. Then, you will take him back and retake Pride Rock,” Mufasa explained.

“I will do what you wish, my love,” Sarabi answered.

“Excellent,” Mufasa said before disappearing.

And so, Sarabi, Simba, Sarafina, Nala and the others slept. However, as Simba was sleeping, he had a horrific nightmare of Mufasa’s death. He awoke with a shout. The lionesses all awoke at the sound.

“What happened?” Sarabi asked.

Simba told her.

“It was only a dream,” she said.

“But…” Simba began.

Sarabi hushed him.

“Now, sleep, my son. You’ll need your rest,” she said.

And so, Simba did. By the time the morning sun rose over Africa once again, he would be fully rested.

[dariusgib]

interesting but wouldnt this controdict everthing in the film
or is that the purpose of the fanfic to say what would of happened if SImba had gone home

[KingKovu44]

[quote="dariusgib"]interesting but wouldnt this controdict everthing in the film
or is that the purpose of the fanfic to say what would of happened if SImba had gone home[/quote]

It's to see what it might have been like if Simba had gone home.

[KingKovu44]

Finally, I get over my writer's block! Now, here is some more of the fic for you all to read, and hopefully, help with the RP version that I'm doing in the RP section. Sorry it's a bit short. Again, no bashing or flaming.
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Chapter 2

The next morning, the pride was on the move again. As they walked, Simba looked at Sarabi.

“Where are we going?” the cub asked.

Sarabi looked at her son.

“We are going to a jungle oasis. We will be staying for awhile,” she explained.

“How long?” Simba replied, his facial expression showing deep uncertainty.

Sarabi saw no reason to not tell him what Mufasa had told her.

“We will be staying until you have grown up. Then, we will return to Pride Rock and you will be king,” Sarabi stated, her tone of voice revealing that this was definitely what was going to happen, not an idea.

“But Uncle Scar and Aunt Zira will…” Simba began.

“Shhh,” Sarabi answered, cutting off her son’s protest.

The trek continued. Finally, the pride reached the oasis. The lions were finally happy to have reached water. Each took a moment to sip a cool drink. Sarabi looked a short distance ahead and saw where the vast jungle began.

“We are here,” she stated.

Simba, Nala and the other lionesses looked. Here it was, their home until Simba grew up. They took a couple more drinks from the oasis and followed Sarabi into the jungle. It was the most impressive sight that Simba and Nala had ever seen. The pride took some time to explore. It had everything they needed: plenty of prey, water and shelter. Sarabi was pleased. Here, she should could raise her son and train him to retake his throne from Scar. As the continued and the pride settled in, Simba went to his mother.

“So, what next?” he asked.

Sarabi looked at her son with a serious expression to let him know that there was no room for arguing or compromise.

“Tomorrow, your training begins,” she told him.

As she spoke Sarabi vowed that she would do her best to train her son, turning him from an emotionally compromised cub into a mighty king. The day finally ended, and after putting Simba and Nala in a safe place, the lionesses went out hunting. They successfully caught and brought back a forest antelope. Hearing the call that prey had been brought, Simba and Nala came out of their hiding place and joined the other pride members in the meal.

“Eat well, for you’ll need your energy for tomorrow,” Sarabi told Simba.

Simba obeyed. After their delicious meal, the pride settled into their first night of sleep in their new home.

[K0PA]

this sonds good

[KingKovu44]

[quote="JustinvanderDussen"]this sonds good[/quote]

I tried. Unfortunately, I have writer's block at the moment.

[ILoveKovu]

Seems promising. How quickly do you think you'll update and how long will it be? Are you also going to do something with Simba's Pride?

[KingKovu44]

Hey there. I got writer's block (again) and so this story will not continue. I turned it into a role-play instead. Thanks for the comments though.

[ILoveKovu]

Aw. Well, have you written anything else? Can you give me the links?

[KingKovu44]

Yes, I have. It's a little song story about Kopa and his love interest in my story:

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