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But lines drawn in the dirt are easily crossed—and easily defended.

They spent the afternoon chasing lizards and telling stories. Kovu spoke of his mother Zira’s cold pride, of a life spent training for a war he never wanted. Kiara spoke of her father’s fear, of the weight of being a princess who could not breathe.

Simba exiled him anyway. Kiara chased after her father, furious. “You have become the very thing you hated! You are not protecting me. You are becoming Scar.” the. lion. king. 2

But Kovu did not destroy. He fell.

Even the ones still learning to come home. But lines drawn in the dirt are easily

That was where the Outsiders lived—the last loyal followers of Scar. They had refused to accept Simba’s rule, led by a fierce lioness named Zira. Her heart was a knot of thorns and old grief, and she taught her small pride only one truth: Simba is the enemy. Scar was the true king.

Then the ridge cracked. Zira slipped. Kiara grabbed her by the scruff and hauled her up. Kiara spoke of her father’s fear, of the

“Traitor!” Simba lunged at Kovu. “You are Scar’s poison.”