TLK3 Revenge OfThe DarkOnes P3

After Simba and his mother left the tunnel to tell the others of the newest members of their pride, Kovu lay down beside his beloved mate and gently nuzzled her cheek. His eyes gazed down at his cubs that were to become the next generation, and future of the Pride lands.

"I still can't believe I'm a father now. I never thought I would one day have cubs of my own, let alone such beautiful ones like them..." Kovu stated as he gently licked each of their small, damp heads as they mewed in Kiara's paws.

Kiara smiled and returned Kovu's nuzzle, as she too gazed down at their new family. The cubs were looking at the surroundings of the cave mewing softly when they saw new things.

"The first born was this little, dark-gold, male cub, with the dark brown marking of fur on his head. Then his dark-brown sister with the small lighter brown strip on her head was born second..." Kiara exclaimed softly, as she studied their markings and colors.
"Well, I guess all there is to do now is to name them..." Kovu said as he began to think of names. Kiara smiled down at the little female who was now batting her little paws at her mother's nose.
"Let's call her Kira, it fits her feisty nature, don't you think?" Kiara asked Kovu as he smiled and nodded in agreement.
"That's a great name Kiara. What do you wish to call our son?" Kiara looked at Kovu and shook her head, smiling tenderly.
"He is for you to name my love, for he will be your next heir to the throne." Kovu's heartbeat fastened greatly, he never had the honor to name a child of any kind. He thought long and hard on it until he smiled at his little son.
"I will call him Lir." Kiara's face lit up happy as can be as she gently licked Kovu's cheek.
"Then Kira and Lir will be their names." Kiara said as the loving parents tenderly cuddled up together with their new family.

Meanwhile, Simba and Sarabi finished telling the others of the next heirs being born. The whole pride exclaimed out with great joy, happy to hear the princess and prince were finally a complete family. After the joyful cries died down, Sarabi caught her son looking grim and sitting by the entrance of the den, watching the extremely violent storm rage on, something was amiss.

"Simba my son, is something troubling you my dear?" she asked with her old voice witch remained what seemed untouched but the curl fate of time, as Simba looked at his mother and sighed softly.
"It's just… Back in my cub years, father told me many tales of the land, but one sticks with me the most..." Simba said as lighting flashed in the sky.
"O? Which one was that my dear?" Sarabi asked her son.
"The Black Lion, known in the legend as Orochi. It's said that if twin cubs are born on the first day of the raining season, and it's a very bad storm, one of the cubs will be possessed over by the Black Lion and rule the end of the peaceful times of its pride... and...."
"O Simba! Father only told you those spook stories to scare you. For goodness sake, you're a full grown adult now, you should know better than to believe such nonsense stories" she said laughing at her son as she began to walk away to rest. "Simba you worry too much.... everything will be fine".

Simba watched her leave to her sleeping place, he sighed and stared up at the rain still falling down hard, "Heh.... funny you say that mother. That's exactly what father said to me, about him and Uncle Scar..." Simba said under his breath as he walked out into the storm, hoping the rain would clear his head of all doubts for the future of his kingdom.