(Note: This is my first Disney story.)

Simba woke up from his slumber and sleeply opened his eyes.
"Simba...." A mysterious voice called. Simba turned his head and heard it. "Pride Rock...." It detto again. Simba walked to the superiore, in alto Pride Rock, for it seemed that the voice was calling him to the superiore, in alto of the rock. He opened his eyes to see a ghostly blue light. He sleeply stared at it and as his eyes started to get use to the light of morning he saw the shape of a lion.
"H-huh?" Simba stuttered.
"There will be many.... who had troubles.... that will come together.... to stop the d-" The speaker suddenly vanished.
"What? To stop the what? Tell me!" Simba tried to call out to the light but he soon realized that it was helpless. "What will happen now?" He muttered to himself as he retreated back.