The following is an autobiography written by Scar during his regin as king of the Pridelands. Please remember that Scar is the principal author, so some stories might be "bent" to his favor. Also please remember that Scar was already king, so he had nothing to fear by writing this, other than being caught by the lionesses. This may or may not be the truth, but it is Scar's writing. ---ScarFan

Like I said, it started with Sarabi. Now there's a power hungry lioness for you. She was all over me until she found out that Muf was older than me (and was heir to the throne), and then guess who she was in love with? Now when I confronted Muf with this, I thought he'd take it well. Bull. See my eye, that was Muf. So much for him being a brother. You see, all he said was " She's mine Taka, and she'll never be yours again." Needless to say, that was when I moved away from the main commune area in the cave.

Since I now had a nice gaping hole above my eye, everyone started calling me Scar. I never did like that name. Taka is my name, and it will always be my name. It seemed that everytime someone called me Scar, it was reminding me of Sarabi. Constantly I was reminded of how Mufasa took her from me. Imagine your older brother becoming king, stealing your girlfriend, and cutting you in the face. Now imagine him making fun of you all the time. "Hey SCAR, what happened to your eye?"

The closest advisor, Zazu, is the only one who knew the whole story. He also knows the law. Anyone who sheds a princes' blood dies. Zazu owed my father a favor, however, and totally contradicted my story. The fact that my father actually made a choice between Mufasa and I is shocking. Even worse is the fact that while my brother could not have gotten in trouble after the tribunal, he said that I did it when I fell from a tree. Bull. What the hell was I doing up in a tree?? If Mufasa were alive, you should ask him that. I tried at the tribunal, but father said that question was improper, and threw it out.

After a while, it seemed to calm down a lot at Pride Rock. The lions were all following my father, and everything seemed fine. In that time, I met and fell in love with Sarafina. Sarafina and I were inseperable. It seemed we couldn't live without each other. I almost completely forgot about Sarabi and how she had treated me. The days were heavenly, and I felt comfortable. One night, I found Sarafini and Mufasa together. Needless to say, I knew what was going on. You didn't need to be Rafiki to figure this one out. Muf denied it all and said I would be banished when he was king if this ever got out. So, I kept quiet again. Now that I think about it, even if I did say something, those lions would have followed Muf off a cliff.

The saddest thing that has ever happened is my father's death. As evil as I consider myself to be, I still miss my dad. No matter what, he is still my father. The rites were administered by both Mufasa and I, and it was the last thing we did together with equal feelings. Anyway, when Mufasa made the announcement, I stood beside him. It is sad, now that I think about it. Mufasa almost couldn't control himself. He always was the sentimental type. After the announcement, I went back to my cave and cried for an hour or so.

Three days after the rites were completed, my brother assumed the throne. I was mortified. Muf was always a playmate, a brother, a friend, and yes, even a thief of all my lionesses. Now I was to call him king. That night, I started to walk alone in the jungle. I looked up at the stars, and memories started flooding me. I saw my father, and how much fun he had with Mufasa and I. I missed him more than ever. The feeling was overwhelming. I felt powerless to control anything. Where at one time I was a prince, now I was just a simpleton. A brother of the king. Mufasa loved me, but still didn't trust me, so I had no power whatsoever. I felt worthless, like I didn't matter. I was nothing.

The plot to overthrow Mufasa was first my idea. While walking in the woods, I over heard some hyenas talking. They were not pleased at my brother's rule. I sat there and listened to them for a long time before I thought I would kill them. There were only three of them, and one was laughing so much I really doubt he would have felt a thing. It was so much fun to see the look of fear in their faces. Boy, did I make them jump! I pinned what appeared to be the ringleader to the ground. The others stopped in their tracks. They started actually pleading with me to let their friend live. I said, "And what do I get?" They thought long on that one, but finally said, "You're the King's brother aren't you? He stole Sarabi from you. We can help you get back at him!" I admit, they were grasping at straws, but they seemed to have pull with the other hyenas. I took them up on it and quickly learned their names. Shenzi, Banzai, and the insane one was Ed. We met many times after that.

The announcment of the cub was met with happiness by all. I was happy for Mufasa, but I also knew what this meant. The circle of life was continued, as was the reign of the throne. The cub would learn everything from Mufasa, and nothing from me. Therefore, I was very melancholey. I went out and looked up at the stars and talked to my father. The kings of the past looked down at us, and my father and I talked for a while. I am still grateful for one thing. My father never ceased to call me Taka. He said that Taka was my name. When you are blessed with a name, that name should stick with you. My father also talked at great length about the cub's birth. He told me not to worry, and that everything will be alright. That was the last time I saw my father in the clouds.

Simba's birth and presentation was as my father said, momentous. The future king had arrived at last, and everybody in the pridelands showed up for the presentation ceremony. Except me. I was not going. I told Muf that and he stated I would be there. So, just because I wanted to show Muf up, for once, I didn't show. He didn't take that too well. Luckily, Zazu warned me before he came. That dodo was good for something. I put on my most contemptable face for that egotistical brother of mine, making it extremely obvious that I could care less. He then got all offensive and started up in my face! Like I did something wrong! I just missed one of the most important events of his entire life. I knew that deep down me missing the presentation really deeply hurt Mufasa, and I was happy. Muf had hurt me enough with Sarabi and Sarafina, I just had to get back at him, and missing that presentation worked.

It is sad, really, that Simba had to be killed. He looked up to me, too. His father, in his infinte kindness to all, taught Simba to have respect for anybody older than he. Also, I think Simba just loved me. His naivity was an extreme weakness, and it made it very hard for me to do anything to him. Now I know that you are thinking that I am evil, wanting to kill my own nephew. He had to be killed. Had Simba not been born, I could have simply challenged Mufasa, and beaten him my way, with brains. Because Simba was born, however, I had two obstacles to remove on my ascension to the throne. I know here this is the point I could have turned back, but I didn't. All I saw was the kingship in my reach. It was like tunnel vision.

The plot to kill Simba was hard for me to contrive. In fact, I didn't even want to do it myself. One day, Simba came up to me and started a conversation. He told me about how Muf had shown him around, and told him about the Pridelands. I planted inside his cute little head a small temptation. I started with stating that there was one part of the Pridelands where only the bravest lions go. In truth, that specific part was not part of the Pridelands at all. I let it out that the location was an elephant graveyard. Wow, did his ears perk up! He actually tried to squirm out of the conversation. I asked him not to go there, it wasn't important. I knew full well what he would do the first chance he got. He left extremely quickly, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind to what was about to happen.

It almost worked. I couldn't watch them kill Simba, so I turned my back. Next thing I knew, I heard a loud roar. Mufasa? Yes, it was Mufasa. Apparently Zazu had flown all the way back to Pride Rock to tell Muf what was going on, and they both came back at break neck speed. Mufasa was not pleased at Simba, and I hoped Simba wouldn't tell Muf where he got the idea to come out here. They walked away quickly into the night. None of them noticed me sitting on a rock above the action. I wanted to talk to the hyenas, but they had vanished when Ed told Muf he knew Simba. So, I looked around for them, formulating a new plan.

Killing Simba would be harder than I thought. Daddy always saved his butt. So, I would have to kill Mufasa first. This wasn't a hard decision to make, but it would be hard to carry out. I presented this plan in front of the hyenas, and they were all for it. All for it, of course, when they knew what the hell I was talking about. The plan was going to be so easy, but I wanted one thing. I was not to physically kill either one of them. Now that I think about it, I thought this would sort of keep their blood off my paws. I mean, this was a reason not to feel guilt. All the hyenas stood behind me as I showed them the plan, and as the crescent moon rose into the sky, we all were ready for victory. A shining new era, is tiptoeing nearer. The pridelands would never be the same again.

The gorge was an excellent place to set a trap. No one would expect it at all. It would simply be a wildebeast stampede and that would be that. I would be king. The first trick was to get Simba down there. That was done easily enough, It is amazing the pull I had with the kid. I told him his father had a surprise for him, and that Muf would be down in a second. I also said he should work on the roar of his. He didn't even ask where I had heard his roar. If he did, I was sunk. If he had known about the set up in the graveyard, he would have suspected something here. The wildebeasts started their run when the hyenas scared them, and I rushed off to find Mufasa and complete my deadly trap. Muf was scouting the edge of the gorge, and I put on my best face of fear. His face fell a mile when I said that Simba was in the way of the stampede. He ran like the wind. Personally, I thought the kid was dead, or close to it. The bird dove down into the gorge and found Simba hanging on a tree. Muf jumped down into the gorge and started running for Simba. He got hit once or twice, but eventually helped Simba out. Then he got hit really good in the side. I didn't expect him to jump out again. When he did he climbed up a sheer rock face and asked me to help him out. I placed my claws in his paws, looked him in the eye, and dropped him. He screamed and disapeared into the rush of the galloping animals. Something hurt deep inside me. The images flooded me, images of Muf and I playing with my father. I missed Muf. He was gone.

I regained my composure, and walked down the cliff into the gorge. Simba was all curled up in Muf's paw. He looked so innocent, so scared, so hurt. He looked like he did as a baby. I almost cried, but instead just comforted him. He cried into my mane, which made me want to cry with him. Instead, I planted inside his head that he was partially the reason that his father died. I used this to justify myself later. He was really scared. He didn't know what to do. I merely suggested that he should run away, and never come back. He looked at his father one last time, and ran like I have never seen him run before. I softly muttered "kill him", and the hyenas took off after him. I was king, and had removed the heir to the throne. I went back to my cave and cried.

Making the announcement flashed me back to my father's death. This time, however, my brother was not next to me. I was alone in announcing the death of the king. According to the law, I was to kill all the cubs at this time. But I was the king, and enough death had occured. I let all the cubs live. I had done it. The final step was taken, and the kingship was mine. I announced how much I missed Muf and Simba, and stated that a new order would rise out of this tragedy. The lionesses jumped at the hyenas, but eventually they all calmed down. Off in the distance, I saw a ghostly form of what appeared to be Rafiki walking away from the Pridelands. I never saw him again.

The kingship was not all it was cracked up to be, and we were quickly running out of food. It seemed that all the hyenas did was eat everything in sight. On many occasions, my three original friends came into the cave to talk with me about food. They never suggested that maybe we should cut down, all they wanted was more. The pridelands looked awful, and the power was getting dangerously out of my hands. I found a mate later in the year, and she became pregnant. One day, as I looked for her, I ran across Sarabi. I asked her where Ngwame was, and she replied that she had banished her. I should have killed Sarabi, but I loved her still. I just returned to my cave and layed down on the floor.

I feel a change in the air, now. Something is going to happen soon. I don't know what it could be, but Nala left this morning in search of food, (or so she told me). I am ready for a fight though, and am just trying to think what pride it could be. It could be Mitlazawes, or possibly Lopwazai's pride. I don't know. I am so scared. All I can do is be ready. Maybe I am just nervous. I have done so much evil that maybe I am just scared of what I deserve. Maybe Nala did just go for food. Maybe ....

(The autobiography ends here. Scar was over thrown by Simba and the pride that rightfully belongs to Simba. Scar was killed by hyenas that he turned on when Simba had him cornered. The circle of life has ended for Scar, but continues with Simba's reign.)

Scar, Nala, Simba, Sarabi, and Rafiki are all trademarks of Disney used in the best motion picture ever made, The Lion King.

The term Circle of Life, and the area known as the Pridelands are also trademarked by Disney charachters.

The author of 'Scars Lost Autobiography' is just a Lion King addict and in no way wants to profit from this peice of fan fiction. He feels that the Lion King is the greatest movie ever to be made, and actually wants to thank Disney for making it. The Lion King is copyright Disney 1994.

All charachters in this story are the property of Disney, are not mine, and never will be mine. Besides, they can draw better than I can.

Thanks go out to all my friends on #LionKing. Especially Simba, Heavenly, Roogna, and Talin.

This is dedicated to Amber and her family. Please always keep them in your prayers. The Lion King changed all of our lives. It can only live on in fan fiction.

-----ScarFan