Longing
A Short Story-type thing
By Krazy Kat

Simba awakened from a restless slumber. He looked around, glancing at Nala,
his mother and the other still-sleeping lionesses. He thought of how strong
they all really were. They had gone and lived through one of the harshest
times in the Pridelands- Scar's reign, a time of sorrow and drought. He
sighed, and pushed himself to his feet. He shook his head, sending small
particles of dirt and other things from his mane. The night before had been
harsh; Simba didn't really want to think about it just then.

He stepped outside, and saw the first rays of sunlight peeking over the
savanna horizon. He breathed in the air and looked over the still-parched
lands. Even Pride Rock had a grayness to it, like its own life depended on the
Pridelands, and both would die together. 

So much had been lost and destroyed in the past few years; he had lost his
father, his land, his hope, and his uncle. It pained him to think of Scar. He
could still see those hyenas heaving themselves upon Scar, tearing at his
flesh, willing to turn on him just for a bite of fresh meat. He shuddered and
the fire consumed the thought and he closed his eyes. 

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but when he opened his
eyes, Sarabi was sitting silently next to him. "Your father and I used to do
this," she said quietly. Simba looked at her a moment and said nothing. She
smiled, "When we were cubs I used to dream about standing here."

Simba looked out at the sun, climbing its way into the sky. "When I was in the
jungle, I dreamed of standing here, too. I..just felt like it was no longer my
place..." He sighed, "I thought I killed him, mother."

"No," She answered, "It has always been your place. How Scar decieved you all
those years; I can never forgive him for that.."

"Why do I still want to see him, then?" Simba asked. He turned away from his
mother, his tail twitching slightly. "I know, it's silly...but somehow I wish
I had good old Uncle Scar back--"

Sarabi shook her head, "He was never 'Good old Uncle Scar'. Everything he ever
told  you was in sarcasm and envy. What good would it be for him to still be
alive?" She approached him and looked into his face, "He would only be
prolonging his self-torment."

"You don't understand," he replied, "I still love him."

Sarabi paused for a moment. She turned back towards the horizon again. "See
the sun, Simba? Everyday it climbs up to the top of the sky, only to fall
again at night. But it keeps on going; just like you need to do. I somehow
miss him too...but we all need to go on. Just remember everything will be
better..." Sarabi stepped away and back into the cavern.

Simba nodded slowly, but he still didn't understand. Perhaps it was just the
image he always had of him as a cub stayed with him and he didn't know how to
let it go. He looked out towards the plains and peaks, everything had sucked
up the water from the rain the night before and desperately wished for more.
Simba still felt a longing deep within him. "Father...is it wrong that I still
wish for...Scar?" 

Ehh..that wasn't as good as I hoped it would turn out...

Ta,
Krazy Kat