Just decided to do an epilogue chapter to my story. This is just an explanation of what happened afterwards. Hope you all enjoy it.

I own nothing. The Lion King and all its content belong to Disney. I don't own the cover image either. I just own my OC: Kira.

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A few months had passed and the Pridelands were once again lush and green. The herds had come back along with the rains, so everything was returning back to normal. Simba was on the throne with Nala by his side and now they had a beautiful daughter, Kiara, who was a cute and playful young cub.

She spent most her days receiving lessons from her father and playing with her friends, Kovu, Vitani, and Nuka. They would do everything together, exploring, wrestling, tag. Everything. But one of their most favorite pasties was listening to Kira tell stories about the past.

Her leg had healed up so that it no longer needed a cast, but her walk was still off-balanced and she wasn't as fast as anyone else in the pride. But it didn't matter, her mind was filled with thoughts and stories and it made her feel good when she had someone to talk or tell stories too.

That's where Simba found her one day. Nuka, Kiara, Kovu and Vitani were clustered around her, keeping quiet as she told them a story of the past. This one was about a pair of brothers who were said to be so strong that when they died, the great Kings of the Past put them in charge of moving the sun and moon around the sky every day and night.

Not wanting to interrupt her, Simba patiently waited until she was through. Kiara needed to come with him for some lessons on being a ruler, but he could wait. As Kira began to finish her story, Simba took the time to listen in on some of the story bits.

"And so, the Great Kings of the Past took pity on the two lions and seeing of all they had done during their lives with their feats of great strength, they decided to put them to good use. So they took both brothers and made them each the keeper and protector of the celestial bodies, the sun and the moon. The older brother, with the pelt as gold as the sun itself, took charge of it and would thereby raise the sun and allow it to move across the sky during the daytime till it was time to make it dip across the horizon. The younger brother, with the pelt as white as the moon, gained possession of it and would allow it to give light at night, when the darkness covered the land. Thus the two brothers were happy and have maintained the night and day for generations to come."

The cubs cheered as the story came to an end. Some then raised their paw up, letting Kira ask their questions when called upon.

"Yes Nuka," she asked.

"If the younger brother lion controls the moon, then why does the moon change size every day and sometimes disappears," he asked. Black hair just like his late father, but with his mother's red eyes and a combo of their pelt, it was not hard to see who was related to Nuka. Despite his heritage, Nuka, like Kira, was sweet and just wanted to do the right thing and often at the expense of humiliating himself for trying to something impressive.

"Yeah, why does it," Vitani asked. Like Kovu, their birth parents were unknown, yet Zira had adopted them and Scar had made Kovu his heir while Vitani would train to be a huntress when she grew of age.

"I'm afraid that's a story for another time. Besides, I believe it's about time for your afternoon baths and for Kiara to have her lessons with her father," Kira said. An orchestra of 'awws' answered her. Simba chuckled and decided to speak.

"Now, now, cubs. Kira just told you a very interesting story and if you're lucky, she'll tell you another one tomorrow," he said. The cubs looked at him before nodding their heads in defeat.

"Now, what do you say to Kira for the story she told you," he asked.

"Thank you, Kira," the cubs chorused together. Kira nodded and smiled at them.

"You're very welcome. Now run along little cubs. Scoot, scoot your boot," she said, nudging them away. A few giggled before running off to their parents, except for Kira who went over to her dad's paws.

"Ready daddy," she asked. Her spunky behavior made for her playful attitude, but she still had a lot to learn till she became queen someday. Simba looked down at her and smiled.

"Yes, Kiara. Just go wait near the base of Pride Rock. I'll catch up as soon as I speak with Kira," Simba said. Kiara nodded and bounded down the steps of Pride Rock to the bottom.

"A little bundle of energy you have there, Simba," Kira teased, watching her leap down.

"I keep fearing one of these days she's going to trip and hurt herself, yet it never seems to happen," he replied. Kira smirked and playfully whacked his shoulder.

"You're overreacting Simba. Kiara's pretty active, but she's cautious. She really does listen to the warnings you give her, though she tells me that she wishes you wouldn't give so many," Kira said. Simba rubbed the sour spot on his shoulder.

"I guess I have been giving a little bit too many," he admitted. He looked back up and at Kira's eyes. "What else does she say about me," he asked. Kira smiled.

"She says you're a good daddy and that she enjoys the walks you and her have together," Kira replied. Simba grinned.

Then the voice of an impatient cub called out, "Daddy, can you hurry up? You're taking a year." Kira flashed a sympathetic look and Simba turned and started walking after his daughter.

"See ya Kira. Hey, Kiara. I'm coming," he called. Kira chuckled and uneasily got up onto her feet. Her leg still made it hard to move, but she still could, just not very quickly.

Deciding the time was right for an afternoon nap, she made her way into the den and chose a nice cool spot near the back of it. She carefully laid down and moved her leg so it wouldn't be in a painful position.

She stretched her front legs out and rested her head on her paws. Before she dozed off, she considered how much better her life is than what it was when Scar was still alive.

He was never the best father. When she was born instead of a son, he had ignored her and when it was crucial for her to talk to him, then it never lasted long. There wasn't a single fatherly bone in his body. She had grown to dislike him over the years, but the worst moment came when Simba came back. She had given him a trial and proved his innocence, only for Scar to push her off of Pride Rock and give her the injury that still plagued her to this day.

After his death, Simba and the others had been so nice to her, making sure she was taken care of, had food and water, that kinda of thing. Simba was the best family member she had ever had, the other ones being her aunt Sarabi, her sister-in-law, Nala, her half-brother Nuka and her second-cousin, Kiara. Zira gave her some advice and tough love time to time, but she wasn't really a lioness that she could confront and pour out her feelings too.

Shaking her head of these thoughts, she turned her head over and got comfy in her sleeping position. Before she fell asleep, her last thought was, "It's so nice to be part of a family."

I've had this in my story idea list for some time now, I wanted to complete it. Hope you enjoyed the extra chapter!

Please review and tell me how you thought the chapter was. Sincerely, v.t.7