A long ways from the Pridelands, a young cub was laying on a green patch of grass, gazing at the stars as was his ritual ever since he was little. "There are 2 new ones tonight," he murmured. "King Simba and Queen Nala must have passed..." Part of him mourned the great, wise, and kind rulers he would never meet, while another part, that belonged in whole to his mother and was slowly growing bigger by the day, rejoiced in their death. Two less obstacles out of his way. The path to killing Kopa and becoming King was slowly getting easier and all he had to do was lie back and wait. Disgusted with himself, Jerba shook his head, trying to clear it. I'm just a cub, why should I be thinking these things? he asked himself. He was only a few months old, he should not be worrying about death and the throne. He wasn't even a part of the Royal Line.
Wait a minute... he thought. If my grandfather was Scar, and he was King once, then Mother should be Queen and I prince! She was right! But then he realized that Scar was second born to Ahadi, and Mufasa was the heir. His "beloved" grandfather had unjustly stolen the throne when he had not challenged his brother face to face. And when he had become king, he was never really the ruler since Simba, Mufasa's heir and true Prince, was still alive... "Ugh, this is so confusing..." he muttered to himself as he picked his lithe body up off the grass and padded over to where his mother was resting. "Mother," he said, "There are 2 new stars tonight. The death of two new rulers. I beelieve that those stars belong to King Simba and Queen Nala."