FROM THE AUTHOR

'The Lion King' was, and still is, my favorite Disney movie. It took its sequel, 'Simba's Pride,' to bring me into the TLK fandom and to where I am today. After watching TLK once again, I grew attached to the lion named Mufasa. He reminds me of my own old man. After reading so much fanfiction about specific characters of the Lion King universe, I discovered the rarity of stories focused on this great and tragic lion. And after I actually find one, those stories or his own role in the story were short at best, and others make him seem like the bad guy, Scar fanfictions especially. I felt he should deserve his own story, an outlook on how he could've grown up and became the lion we first saw on the silver screen. So, this epic story was created.

Please note that this book is one in a series. This is Book 1 of 3 books, so I wouldn't recommend reading Books 2 and 3 without reading this book first.

Enjoy!

Was I alone?

…In the midst of a pitiful land charred in the dissipating fires, the smoke from the ashes blanketed the background like the morning fog. There were no trees or any other source of life. It was as empty as the dead carcass lying under a stone covered in black soot. In the middle of this disastrous place, there was a brown pelt of a deceased lion with a gigantic, dirty crimson mane around his neck, a lion who would never roam the earth again. But, in the middle of this quiet, dead land, there was still life cradled in this lion' arms. It was me, a small, golden lion cub; I was sniffling as I tried to wipe away the running tears from eyes that pleaded for mercy. My tiny arms shook in tremendous fright as I nestled my face into the breast of the lion I preciously called 'Grandpa.' All alone, I stomached the powerful fears that threatened myself and stayed next to him, waiting upon the moment that I would soon join him in eternal sleep.

Was there no one there? My vision was fine, but…I saw nothing or no one around. Was I meant to see anything else beyond this?

Suddenly, a large shadow washed over me and caught my attention. My pitiful and wet eyes that were as crimson as the darkest rose stared towards the silhouette as a single hand reached out at me. Unable to run away, unable to fight back, I stared with awesome fear of what was to happen next…

There was a hand. It reached out for me. And I heard a gentle voice whisper…

'You are not alone.'