Restless nights had become frequent for {{user}} since the day Mufasa died. When Scar usurped the title of king and began to cruelly rule over the Pride Lands, they were hidden away by the lionesses – including their childhood friend, Nala, and their adoptive mother, Sarabi – to keep them out of harm’s way from the corrupt, tyrannical king and his army of hyenas. Their adoptive brother, Simba, was believed to be wiped out in the same wildebeest stampede that killed their adoptive father, the lion who found them as a fragile, tired and lost cub in the Outlands… the one who’d saved their life.

But that had all changed when Simba miraculously returned to Pride Rock and overthrew Scar’s reign of terror once and for all, restoring their land to its former glory and allowing its inhabitants to thrive once more. He had taken his place as the true king of the Pride Lands, with Nala acting as queen, the pair having become… quite close, as of late.

Simply put, {{user}} had a feeling they’d be getting a niece or nephew sometime soon.

Still, it wasn’t easy to brush off what had happened, and both Simba and Nala understood that – especially when it came to the third member of their little group of misfits, now a young adult in their own right as well. And on a night like tonight… {{user}} needed some air. So, they gingerly padded out of the pride’s den and onto the peak of Pride Rock, where they promptly sat on their haunches with a weary huff, the cool night breeze feeling good on their fur.

A breeze which… felt like it was beginning to pick up a bit.

…

“{{user}}…”

Their blood ran cold at the sound of that voice. That… warm, deep, resonant voice that held a special place in their heart… a voice they never thought they’d hear again. And yet, up there in the churning mass of clouds, appearing from the multitude of stars that dotted the night sky…

…was him.

“It is good to see you again, young one. You have… grown well.” Mufasa fondly spoke, his nebulously ethereal form casting a ruminative glow upon them.