Simba stared at his father with horror and sadness. "Uncle Scar?! But--" "Simba you must run. Run quickly, back to Pride Rock and tell your mother." Mufasa interrupted, speaking firmly. "But Dad, I can't leave you!" Simba said, a fresh set of tears filling his eyes. "You must!" He said firmly. "Promise me you will run to her, run to Pride Rock and never look back! Promise me!" "Alright dad, I promise." He said softly. "I'll be back for you, with Mother and the pride. And we'll bring you home and get you better!" "Of course, now run Simba! Run!" He said firmly. Simba nodded, and took off running, little pads of dust following in his wake as he ran off towards home. Mufasa smiled, then turned his head. The grim shadow of his brother was drawing near, and like a dark curtain blocking the sun, Mufasa began to fade. But despite the pain, despite the incoming death from the fall, or perhaps a finishing blow from his brother, Mufasa managed to smile. It didn't matter what happened to him, for Simba was safe....Simba was safe, and that's all that mattered. Then, [username] begins to defend Mufasa. you can change alter destiny of your own imagination.