Late that night, after the tragedy in the gorge and Scar’s ascension, Sarabi stood watching the sky. As the suffocating feeling of despair whelmed up inside her, she felt a gentle touch. Zazu placed his wing on her shoulder, in an attempt to provide her with a tiny bit of comfort, and with his gesture, Sarabi spoke aloud the question she had been repeating in her mind.

“Mufasa once told me that the great kings of the past watch over us from the stars. My little Simba will never be king now – is that why there is only one new star?”

Zazu, the one who had spent the most time with her mate and son, didn’t have an answer.

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Fairly depressing picture... Life gets rough sometimes. Also, I hate drawing Zazu.