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After these weeks Ankiri has finally found Simba, he was fully grown enough to take over the Pridelands.

'Simba!' Ankiri yelled.
'... Am I hearing someone calling my name... do you guys hear anything?' Simba sounded confused.
'Hearing anything? Pfft. You're hearing things, Simba' Timon laughed.

His name echoing along the forest, as Simba heard it once again, and that voice was familiar enough to stop him from ignoring it, 'Seriously, I know that voice.'
'I think I'm hearing it too..' Pumbaa whispered.

Simba started to follow the familiar voice, until he noticed shadow running toward him. He growled 'Stop running! Do not get close to me until I know who you are...'

'..Simba.. Finally.. I've been searching for you for weeks...' The shadow figure steps into a lighting of the moonlight and reveling it was Ankiri.
'Aunt Ankiri?! Oh.. it has been long time..' Simba walks up to her and headbutting as in greeting.

'We don't have time. I took Scar off the Pride Rocks.. He didn't stand chance with me and rest of the lionesses.. we need you back home... You need to be the King..' Ankiri sighed as she lowered her ears.

'What? Is that all you came here for? I can't go back! Scar should be the King.. It was my fault my father died.' Simba grumbled.

'It's not your fault your father died! I saw the whole thing... Your own uncle threw him down and killed him. And blame it on you, scared you off... I saw it with my whole eyes.. I even told the truth to the entire Pricelands! You have to come back home..' Ankiri takes a deep breath and looked up into Simba's eyes, she was stunned how grown up he is, and that he was a lot bigger than she could even remember.

'Aunt.. I said I am not going back..' Simba turns her back on her as he began to walks away.

'So, you have forgotten WHO you are, Simba... what WOULD your father think of your action, and what you have said? You are the future King.. and Mufasa want you to be following his pawsteps... and take over his place like you are supposed to be!' Ankiri roared at Simba, Timon and Pumbaa ran and hid behind a log nearby.

'.... Ankiri.....' Simba lowered his head as he looked down at the ground as the rain begins to drops on them.

'You either.. walk away and forget who you are, and let Pridelands being forgetten without its Future King.. or take a walk with me.' Ankiri's eyes filled up with tears as she turns around and started to walks away, and Simba decided to take a walk with her.

Still working on the stories.

Description
After these weeks Ankiri has finally found Simba, he was fully grown enough to take over the Pridelands.

'Simba!' Ankiri yelled.
'... Am I hearing someone calling my name... do you guys hear anything?' Simba sounded confused.
'Hearing anything? Pfft. You're hearing things, Simba' Timon laughed.

His name echoing along the forest, as Simba heard it once again, and that voice was familiar enough to stop him from ignoring it, 'Seriously, I know that voice.'
'I think I'm hearing it too..' Pumbaa whispered.

Simba started to follow the familiar voice, until he noticed shadow running toward him. He growled 'Stop running! Do not get close to me until I know who you are...'

'..Simba.. Finally.. I've been searching for you for weeks...' The shadow figure steps into a lighting of the moonlight and reveling it was Ankiri.
'Aunt Ankiri?! Oh.. it has been long time..' Simba walks up to her and headbutting as in greeting.

'We don't have time. I took Scar off the Pride Rocks.. He didn't stand chance with me and rest of the lionesses.. we need you back home... You need to be the King..' Ankiri sighed as she lowered her ears.

'What? Is that all you came here for? I can't go back! Scar should be the King.. It was my fault my father died.' Simba grumbled.

'It's not your fault your father died! I saw the whole thing... Your own uncle threw him down and killed him. And blame it on you, scared you off... I saw it with my whole eyes.. I even told the truth to the entire Pricelands! You have to come back home..' Ankiri takes a deep breath and looked up into Simba's eyes, she was stunned how grown up he is, and that he was a lot bigger than she could even remember.

'Aunt.. I said I am not going back..' Simba turns her back on her as he began to walks away.

'So, you have forgotten WHO you are, Simba... what WOULD your father think of your action, and what you have said? You are the future King.. and Mufasa want you to be following his pawsteps... and take over his place like you are supposed to be!' Ankiri roared at Simba, Timon and Pumbaa ran and hid behind a log nearby.

'.... Ankiri.....' Simba lowered his head as he looked down at the ground as the rain begins to drops on them.

'You either.. walk away and forget who you are, and let Pridelands being forgetten without its Future King.. or take a walk with me.' Ankiri's eyes filled up with tears as she turns around and started to walks away, and Simba decided to take a walk with her.

Still working on the stories.