"Simba," My mother, Nala began. "I have something to tell you-something I should have told you long before this night."
"What is it, Nala?" My father questioned with a spark of worry in his eyes. "Just tell me."
Taking a deep breath, my mother began "When you were gone....remember? When you left the Pride Lands and crossed the desert to Timon and Pumbaa's home those years ago?"
My father nodded.
"Well," Nala continued. "At that time I thought you were dead and-and.."
"Just tell me, Nala," Daddy said. "What is it?"
"When I hit adulthood....I-I was picked. By Scar. He said I could be queen. I was so hungry then....I had to accept in order to feed my mother. What I'm trying to say is that Kiara is not your daughter....she's Scar's."
"WHAT?" Daddy let out such a loud roar, I was sure the earth was shaking under my feet.
"I-I'm sorry, Simba. But why should it make a difference? She's as much as your daughter as mine. You love her just like your own, don't you?"
Calming down slightly, Daddy let out a sigh. "Are you sure of this?"
Sadly nodding, Mother rubbed against Daddy's mane. "I love you- not Scar. I never had any feelings for Scar-I promise you that."
"We must not tell Kiara, Nala. Never. Do you understand? I will not have her know that she has the blood of my evil uncle in her more than mine."
Daddy turned from Mother. And in a low, unfamiliar voice he whispered "You know that I can never look at you with the same eyes again, don't you?"
"Simba, don't do this....Please!"
Daddy jerked away from Mother "It's KING SIMBA to you!"
Storming away, Daddy and Mother went in opposite directions.
"Scar," I murmured in disbelief to myself. "It can't be!"
I glared down at my paws under the moonlight. I couldn't help but notice they looked different.
