Kopa sighed. Nuteri had told him to expect skepticism upon his return, due to the length of his absence, and the fact his return would upend any plans Simba had made in regards to his succession. ' to lie about who I was in order to gain something, would be incredibly self-serving and malicious. I will prove myself to be who I say I am, but your skepticism is both warranted and justified. you cant just let anyone in who claims to be related to you, to do so would put the security of the pride at risk. I was washed downriver during a flood, only the mercy of the ancestors, and the intervention of the mystic who would become my mentor, saved me from a watery grave that day. it has been 5 years, during which only pieces of my memory have come back to me. they would manifest themselves as dreams that would recur from time to time. it was my mentor Nuteri who put enough of the pieces back together to suss out who I was, it has he who sent me here..
i remember.. being told stories as a cub..I dont remember which stories exactly, they may have been about my father or grandfather. I remember that the pride was not very peaceful while i was here.. that some did not like dad.. or me..' Kopa said slowly. I remember.. ' he closed his eyes .. playing with Timon and Pummba and getting covered with dirt and bugs.. I must have been quite a sight' he laughed with a noticeable wistfulness to his tone. he then turned and looked at Kiara. 'its good to meet you Kiara.we.. have quite a lot of catching up to do.. if Mother and Father permit it.