In the heart of the savanna, young Simba, the lion cub, played under the golden sun.

He loved to chase lizards and tumble in the grass with his best friend, Nala.

One day, his father Mufasa, the King, said, 'Simba, one day you will be king.'

Simba felt both excited and scared. 'King?' he said. 'But I am just a cub.'

Mufasa smiled. 'You will grow strong and wise, just as the kings before you.'

But Simba still worried. He watched the older lions, wondering if he could be like them.

One warm evening, Mufasa showed Simba the stars. 'The great kings look down on us.'

Simba gazed up, his eyes wide. He felt a connection to the lions of the past.

The next day, Simba tried to roar like a king. It was just a squeak, but Nala cheered.

Each day, Simba practiced his roar, leaping upon rocks, feeling more confident.

When hyenas threatened the land, it was Simba's roar that scared them away.

The savanna celebrated their young hero. Simba knew he was ready to be king one day.