The Lion King 3: Scar's Revenge
By Matthew Sorenson
This work is based on Walt Disney's film "The Lion King", so, elements and characters taken from this movie are property of Walt Disney.
The first part of this is being pretty much copied from Rocio Orozco's. I've gotten to know her via e-mail, and she is a great person. Read her "Broken Legacy" sometime.
Obviously, I am a Scar fan. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this. I have a site in Michael Ponce's link page, and I can never fully repay him for including it. I became a fan of Scar as soon as "The Lion King" was released, and I mastered my Jeremy Irons impression (I love "The Lion King", not only for Scar, but also for Rafiki's crazy wit). However, over time my interest waned until I had forgotten our leonine hero.
Then after a trip to Disney World in late 1998, I discovered I had gone Scar-mad. I had searched for stuff in the Disney stores frantically, been angry to the point of cursing upon seeing Scar vanquished in "Fantasmic!" and was thrilled to own the "Scheming Scar" lithograph, which no Scar fan should be without. My interest has increased, so that he is not only my favorite Disney character (beating out Donald Duck), but also he is my 2nd favorite film character, after James Bond. I now have figures in my room, a lithograph, a small statue, more jpg's and wav's on my PC than you can imagine, a web site, and a Simba plush doll bound and blindfolded to the post of my bed. I plan to hold him for ransom until somebody gets me the Scar plush. Dang. This is going on way too long.
Anyway, this is my story of what happened after the first film. Many people don't know that the hyenas merely ravaged Scar, then brought him to the graveyard to finish him off, to avoid further confrontation with Simba. This story is more violent than Rocio's prequel. The difference between my story and hers is the same as the difference between "Braveheart" and "Forrest Gump." Hers is a drama, while mine is more of a suspense-thriller. To learn more about the violence, look at the warning a couple of paragraphs down. Some of you may not like this story due to the violence, but I had to bring Scar back from the dead somehow. I could have just had him survive and lead a normal life with his sister and nephew, but I think that there is a price to be paid. This gets pretty psychological at times, and it may be a bit freaky. This is not to be my last fanfic, I hope. Unless popular demand stops me, I plan to write "Child of Lies", which is a much shorter story of the love affair of Scar and Sarafina that led to Nala, the titular character. It will definitely be heavier reading. I also plan on doing four TLK spin-offs from film: "Twins of Fate (Dead Ringers)," "Simbadeus," "The Lion with the Golden Claw," and "Reservoir Hyenas."(maybe even a "Fight Club" parody) It includes scenes from the first and the second film.
If you have seen both movies, all of the characters will be familiar to you, with five exceptions. Four of those are from Rocio's story, including Thembi, Scar's father. Ujono is a character of my own making (thus I have the copyright), and I think I have subconsciously modeled him after me. He contains all the qualities I would want if I were a lion, save a goatee like Scar's. Anyone who wants to use Ujono in one of their fanfics must first ask me. After all, he is mine, isn't he? One liberty I am taking is allowing Scar's real name to Taka (which I believe it to be, even if Michael doesn't). Also, it is a much-debated question as to the father of Nala. Is it Scar? In my story, it is so as to make the story (say it with me) FLOW well. Altogether there are four entries in the Lion King series.
If you have any comments (good preferably) e-mail me at Scar_the_lion@hotmail.com. My website is at http://pages.bolt.com/movies/uncle_scar/ There is not too much I can do with it, so if you know any HTML codes for thumbnails, sounds, movies, or other things, let me know.
One final thing: I must warn you this is not a G-rated piece of work. It contains certain aspects that might not be good for all audiences. It is basically the same reason that Scar II's Journal of Scar is so high rated, but with two differences: much less graphic sex, much more graphic violence. This work contains graphic violence galore, so if you are not a fan of that sort of thing, stop reading NOW. There are many deaths and some of them are rather grisly. That is why I cannot attempt to ask Disney to make this into a film. It would have to be rated R at least. It also contains a few swear words, but it is not that bad, because the words themselves are not on a very high level of vulgarity. The original idea for the story did not include any sexual references, but as time went on and I used the Scar-the-father-of-Nala bit, it took a turn for the mature. Sarafina and Scar's conversations get rather risqué at times, and there is a scene after their conversation that is basically the reason that this can't be a Disney film. So, my story includes some sexual references, suggestive talk, and a sex scene. Also, realize that there is constant nudity, because lions have a tendency not to wear clothes. Well, that takes care of everything. I'm sorry you had to read that.
My work is dedicated to the classes of 1999 & 2000 at the South Carolina Governor's School of Science and Mathematics for being the first people to put up with my Scarmania. Especially thanks to James Donaldson, who, whether he thought I was serious or not, listened to my unusual plight and didn't have me committed. Thanks.
This work is also done in memory of the late Dr. Ronald Johnson. May his soul rest in peace.
Now, to quote Jonathan Pryce: "Let the mayhem begin!"
This version is not complete as of now, but will be eventually.
The Lion King 3: Scar's Revenge
By Matthew Sorenson
It was a time of reckoning. The pridelands resembled a proverbial hell. Lightning had produced flames that were all too eager to engulf the already parched grasses of the plains. It was a time of political turmoil. A battle on the north side of Pride Rock was coming to an end. The hyenas and the lionesses had been engaged in fierce battle, but now an end seemed near. The lionesses were winning.
On the opposite of the landmark, however, the story was different. The final confrontation had just begun. Two male lions, an uncle and a nephew, were on the ledge of the rock. The uncle was much older, emaciated, and normally had a look of great intelligence. However, now his orange fur was splotched with his and his nephew's blood, his normally well kept black mane was tangled beyond comprehension, and his usually distinguished green eyes were glazed with pure terror. The nephew, being the stronger of the two, had cornered his uncle. The elder pleaded for mercy, and in doing so also accused the hyenas of being the true enemy. The three most important hyenas in the clan overheard this, and welcomed the curse with sneers. The nephew agreed to grant mercy on one condition:
"Run. Run away, Scar...and never return."
The former king's words came back to haunt him. He remembered when he had said that to Simba, when he had had the upper hand. Now everything had been inverted. His biggest mistake was his near-silent confession on the cliff. He should have let Simba go to his grave not knowing the truth. Let Simba die believing that he was responsible for his father's death, instead of himself, who had been glad he did it from the day of the deed.
"Y-yes," Scar said, starting to leave both his home and his throne. "Of course." Then he realized what he was leaving behind. He knew he couldn't live with the shame. "As you wish, your MAJESTY!!"
At that instant, Scar kicked burning gravel into his nephew's face, and while he was temporarily blinded, he struck. From there a deadly struggle continued. At first, no one could get a strike at the other. Then Simba swept his mighty paw and cuffed Scar hard in the face. Scar responded with claws, drawing blood, and then knocking Simba to another ledge. As Simba lay prone, the scarred one leaped, claws outstretched, towards his foe.
The newly discovered king was ready. When Scar pounced, he flipped him completely over the cliffside. Scar tumbled down the rockface and landed in a motionless heap on the rock floor. Luckily for him, the fall had been slowed down by his gradual fall. He regained his composure, knowing he had lost, but also knowing that his hyena friends would welcome him nonetheless.
Seeing them, he called out in a rasping voice, "Ahh! My friends!"
However, his heart shrank when he heard the female leader of the hyenas say "Friend?? I thought he said we were the enemy!"
To this her brother responded "Yeah. That's what I heard." Then they both said in unison, "Ed?", referring to their youngest brother.
Ed, who usually had nothing more to say than a stupid laugh, answered with a devilish cackle that froze Scar to the bone, and helped him realize what a terrible demise he was to have. It had been on the spur of the moment, that he had accused them. He had been left without option. However, that one second had sealed his fate.
"No! Let - let me explain! You don't understand!! No! No!!!!" were the last words that the old lion was able to get out of his mouth before Shenzi, Banzai, Ed, and every other hyena in his army pounced on him and began ripping at his flesh.
After he was sure he had won, and with a little prodding from Rafiki, who was the wise old baboon, Simba perched himself on the ledge of Pride Rock and let out a triumphant roar. The lionesses joined in right away. The hyenas knew that they dare not stay for very long, lest Simba destroy them for their associations with Scar. They carried the bloody and maimed carcass of their former leader back to the elephant graveyard for a meager feast.
Inside the cave at the front of Pride Rock, a golden lioness with golden eyes had been listening to the commotion outside in terror. She knew what was happening, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had to watch her young son, who was very eager to get out there and help his father. Nuka was always very impetuous, but he was too young to make a difference. He kept saying, "Mom, Dad needs me!" She would console him and say, "He'll be all right." However, she knew this was a lie. He was a strong lion, but he could not possibly hold up against a strong opponent who was in his prime like Simba. She knew what Scar's plan would be: he would escape the pridelands, and then she and her cubs would be banished to the Outlands, where Scar would reunite with them. He was intelligent, and good at thinking things out, but she also knew he would never make it off Pride Rock alive. To make matters worse, Zira was pregnant. She would give birth in a few more months. It saddened her to think that her child would grow up never knowing her father. Then a large form appeared in the entrance to the lair. The form was incredibly muscular with golden fur and a brown mane. It was Simba, who had just taken over the throne. His words were dark and somber, yet strangely sympathetic. "Zira...your mate...Scar...is dead."
Although she had been expecting this news, the shock of actually hearing it hit her like a lightning bolt. "D-dead?", she said, choking through tears. "My beloved is dead..." Then her words turned to pure rage. "You killed him!!"
"I didn't. The hyenas did. They betrayed him like he betrayed them and you."
"Liar!!", shouted the tear-drenched lioness.
"Stop this at once," Simba commanded. Then he continued with his statement. "You may stay here with us on Pride Rock on only one condition...you must forget about him and never speak of him again."
"I can only stay if I forget my one true love?", Zira asked in an angry tone. "I won't! I'd rather slit your throat, you bastard!" However, she was too tired and sad to make good on this threat. The last statement had produced quite an effect on Simba, who now stood growling in the entrance.
"That does it. You had your chance, Zira and you tossed it into the dirt. I am your king now, and I am forced to pass judgment on you. There is only one way to deal with a traitor like you..." Simba paused as if for effect. Zira knew that there were two punishments for traitors. The treacherous lion was either banished to the Outlands (a desolate place where no lions dared live) or they would be put to death by the claw of the king. Nuka, who had been listening intently, also looked scared as Simba passed the sentence.
Scar attempted to open his eyes, but he couldn't. They seemed to be sealed shut. Was he dead yet? He assumed so, since there was something carrying him. Obviously some kind of supernatural soul deliverer, or something like that. That got him to thinking. "Where is my soul going? Will it be put in the sky with the great kings of the past?" He was a king, but he wasn't sure as to what great is defined as. "It means so many things. It could mean strong, smart, courageous, or (gods-help-me) righteous. Will I be left to float around with the common lions in wherever they go?" He had never truly figured out exactly where the ordinary lions and other animals were supposed to go. It was always "the kings go here" without "the mouse you just ate goes here." "Oh, gods. What if I'm doomed to live in the underworld? To live in hell!!?? Oh, what will I..."
The feeling of himself being dropped suddenly interrupted the old lion's thoughts. "Hmm...", he pondered. "I always thought that the spirits would be a little bit gentler." Then he felt the rocky ground beneath him. He recognized the feel of it. Scar was back in the elephant graveyard! He quickly assessed the situation. He was mauled by the hyenas but carried off here to be...finished off. He had to get away, but how? His eyes wouldn't even open. Putting all his strength into one quick movement, he was able to get both of his eyes open, but he almost vomited at what he saw. Crimson. Scarlet. BLOOD.
Simba, Nala, Sarabi (mother of Simba), and Sarafina all watched from the same part of Pride Rock as the expecting Zira and her young cub began the long journey to the Outlands, which was their new "home." From the first steps off of lower rocks until they were both out of sight, Zira didn't look back once. As she neared the edge of the pridelands, being still within shouting range, she screamed from the top of her lungs, "ALL HAIL THE GREATEST KING OF THEM ALL: SCAR!!!" In their anger, neither Simba nor Nala noticed that Sarafina, the mother of Nala, was crying. Sarabi brought her to one side and asked her what was wrong. "He's dead, Sarabi. I can't believe he's actually dead."
Sarabi knew exactly what Sarafina was talking about and tried to console her. "You need to try to forget about him. It was all in the past. I know it's hard. Don't forget that I'm a widow too. Eventually you will forget about him, and he hasn't loved you since he took Zira as his mate."
"No! I still loved him and him me, and how can I forget him when the proof of our love walks among us?" she bawled, motioning towards Nala. Then she dried her tears and said with a determined face, "I'm going to tell her."
"Sarafina, no!! If you ever tell her, which I advise you to never do, don't do it now. It would be an incredible shock to her to find out that Scar is her father after he has just been killed."
Sarafina agreed. "All right, but I have to tell Simba. He must know. Simba?" She called the king to come to see her for a moment. Sarabi walked back over and sat beside Nala, while Sarafina and Simba went into the cave for privacy.
"What is this about, Sara?"
"It's about your mate, my daughter. There is a secret that has been unknown to her but known to everyone else so as to protect her from it. If everyone else knows it, they will know not to ever mention it to her."
Simba was rather confused by all this talk. He scratched his head and said, "Let me get this straight. There's a secret about Nala that I need to hear, but I shouldn't tell her."
Sarafina nodded. "Yes. Also, this secret may shock you as well."
"Well, what is it?" The leader of the pride was now more intrigued then ever.
His mate's mother leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Scar is her father."
"WHAT??", roared Simba, in a very loud voice which, luckily, did not fall on Nala's ears. Quieting his voice he said again "What did you say?"
"Scar is Nala's father. She is the result of our mating."
"Oh, by the gods...and she doesn't know this?"
"No, and I would prefer it stay that way."
Simba shook his head in disbelief and shock. "This will be hard to keep secret, but I will try."
"Thank you, Simba. Thank you so much."
Scar was soaked in blood from his head to his foot. The sanguine fluid covered his body in an uncomfortable warmness. He was hot, sticky, and sweaty. He could see cuts all over his body. They could heal, but only if he could survive. Then he saw a couple of hyenas with their backs turned to him. In the distance, the former king could hear many others laughing devilishly. The three hyenas were the trio that he knew all too well: Banzai, Shenzi, and Ed. Scar knew that his death would be horrible if he stayed where he was.
He attempted to stand up, but his legs felt like small saplings that would snap if too much pressure were put on them. Luckily, his arms felt sturdy, and so he incited all his strength into them. He started to drag himself towards the part of the graveyard that was a boundary of the desert. The ground was very rough and some of the stones were jagged. They tore at his flesh making the red trail behind him get larger and broader. However, Scar didn't care. He would probably die outside of the graveyard, but he would definitely die here. He pushed himself on, for what must have been many miles, until he had completely exited the elephant graveyard, and was lying in the middle of a dry desert plain. His belly was now ripped into shreds, and he was still bleeding, a pool forming around his body.
As the heat finally started to take its toll, he passed into unconsciousness...
"I think we should just eat him!"
"No! He was our leader. The least we can do is show him some respect and give him a proper burial."
A male spotted hyena was arguing with two others of his species: a male and a female. He was very angry, and it could be seen in his eyes. "I'm not showing that...traitor any respect! We deserve a meal after the hell he put us through! I hope he goes straight to hell!"
"Shut up!", screamed the female. Her features were basically the same as her angry brother's, but more feminine (in a hyena way). Her long ruff of hair hung down in her face. "I am your leader and I say he gets a burial!"
"Oh, aren't we all high and mighty. If you weren't matriarch I would rip you to shreds. You're too emotional to be a leader...Let me guess...you had feelings for Scar."
"What? No...I just..."
"I think you had affection for him..."
Ed, the crazy younger brother started to laugh crazily at this. Even though he had a microscopic IQ, he knew what Banzai was getting at.
"Shut up, Banzai!"
Banzai just smiled a wicked grin and continued with his vile accusation. "I think you may have enjoyed...a few good times together, eh, Shenzi? A little bit of a relationship? Did he ever take you..."
Shenzi was scared out of her mind by these accusations. How could they say these things? She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Shut up now!"
Ed immediately shut up and held completely still. Banzai also silenced his curse, but chuckled to himself. He had done what he had set out to do. He had crushed Shenzi mentally. He would get what he wanted. He looked over towards his next meal.
"I don't know where you get these ideas..." Shenzi started.
"Shenzi," interrupted Banzai. "Did we order this meal to go?"
Shenzi froze. She had heard these words before. Nervously she asked, "Why?"
"It's gone..." Banzai sighed. "Well, looks like you got what you wanted. But you ain't gonna have it long. Let's get him!!"
The female hyena held him back. "Let him go. He's as good as dead out there anyway."
Banzai's eyes narrowed at this cliché. "Oh, I've never heard THAT before! Like hell I will! I remember last time!" By this time, Ed was doing his extremely nervous laugh. He was scared. "You said that 'bout Simba and he came back and kicked our..."
"Think, brother," said Shenzi. "Two differences. First of all, Simba was a cub. Lion cubs have way more energy than anything else in the world. You could throw a cub off Pride Rock and it would still skip back up to the top. Scar is one of the oldest lions alive. He would probably die soon, even if we hadn't cut him up like we did - which brings up my second point: Simba was in tip-top condition when we chased him away. Scar isn't in nearly as good condition. What do you think that huge red streak is, berry juice? Use your brain!"
Ed, of course, was completely confused (as usual) but Banzai was nodding in agreement. "Good thinking, sis. Maybe you can be a good leader yet." He started to walk off to his lair, but turned around after walking a slight distance. He looked towards the spot where Scar escaped and said "Damn you, Scar." He turned back around and finished his walk to his lair, with Ed tagging along behind.
Shenzi didn't move. She just kept looking out towards Scar's escape route. She hated to admit it, but Banzai had been so right. She did care for Scar. They had gone through so much together. She remembered when her brothers and her took him in. He needed a family and some kindness. They needed a friend and someone to get food for them, now that their mother had been killed. When they originally met him, he had been Taka, the mistreated cub. When he was accepted into the pack, he was Scar, the independent lion. He became so much a part of the pack, he was considered to be practically a hyena with a mane. At one point, this similarity to the hyenas changed Shenzi's life. Banzai had been much more correct than he had known. If she thought she hadn't loved him, she would hate to think about it. When they were both teenagers, they had been talking about their needs and wants. They eventually got into talk on a certain subject and both were disappointed at their inexperience, and together they solved that problem. She had truly loved him, and at the time, at least, he had truly loved her. When she got older she felt a little sorry for that decision, and she knew that Scar did too. She wondered if that could be what caused him to turn against her...
"What am I thinking? It's over, and it's his fault. I have no reason to be sorry. He betrayed us," she asserted herself. She tried to turn around to follow her brothers, but she couldn't. She felt frozen in place, as if an unknown presence was compelling her to stay. Also, her face felt strange and moist. Then she realized what was happening...she was crying. She had never cried for anybody since her mother died. She had cared for her mother, so did she also care for him?
This thought, she broke down and fell to the ground crying the only words on her mind: "Forgive me, Scar!! Forgive me!!"
He lay now, half dead, in the middle of the desert. He was unconscious, but his mind was still racing. The deposed king just lay there, floating in his own fluids of life. While his body was incapable of movement, Scar's brain remembered his life, possibly as a preparation for his next. He remembered his childhood: how he was isolated from the pride, and how he got the namesake that now brazened his left eye. The beautiful wildebeest stampede that had changed his life. The stampede that stirred his animosity towards his brother, Mufasa, whom sent the fear-crazed animals charging in his direction. A fight with his father, the great king Thembi, had sent him running off to the elephant graveyard to join his friends.
Once he had joined the hyenas, they had catered to his every need. He silently chuckled as he remembered how one need arose during his early years...Shenzi had taken care of that one so perfectly. Eventually he returned to the Pridelands, where he mated with Sarafina. Ahh...the golden crafter of lies. She had managed to completely destroy him when she would not allow her relationship with him to be acknowledged. Even worse, the fruit of their love never knew that he was halfway responsible for her. Poor little naïve Nala. He had hoped that one day he would have been able to tell her the truth, but now that he was about to die, there was no truth in sight.
At first because of spite for Sarafina, Scar became mates with Zira, a rogue lioness with a strange name. However, soon he began to love Zira more than he had loved anyone else. Zira. Zira. Zira. The one he would miss more than anyone. He would never see her again, either. She was a good and righteous lioness, while he...was more than likely damned for all time. Their love for each other had been so great, that it had reaped Nuka ( a strange name indeed), who looked almost exactly like his father. Scar would never see his son again, or his beautiful mate's unborn child. Whether it would be a boy or a girl...he didn't care; he just wished they would have the chance to see their dad. Scar's head was feeling very light, and he knew that death was near. He started to hear close by, the footsteps of Death coming towards him...
In the middle of the desert, two golden forms could be seen, one smaller than the other. The larger one was a lioness, and the smaller one was obviously her cub. Her cub was a young male lion who had a tuft of black hair on his head that would, over time, grow into a mane. The cub was very confused as to why they were both there.
"Mommy...", said the cub, "Why did we have to leave our lair and walk around here?"
"Because Karanga is very sad right now, little one. She needs some time by herself. She just found out that the king died."
"He died? But how?"
The lioness shook her head and then looked out into the horizon. "He was killed by the same hyenas that used to be his minions."
Now the cub was really confused. "Minions? What are those?"
As the mother was about to answer, the cub shouted out "Hey!" and started running away from his mother.
The worried lioness called after her cub. "Ujono! Where are you going??"
"I see something!" The mother followed her son and eventually, from a distance, saw him sitting next to what seemed to be the corpse of a lion.
"Good gods, Ujono! Get away from that!"
"But Mom...he's still alive!"
"What?" She was absolutely stunned. Anything that ever wandered into the desert that wasn't up and walking was usually buzzard food. She ran over to the body and got an even bigger shock. "My word! It's..."
Ujono finished her phrase. "King Scar!....Cool!...We have a king here!"
The lioness frantically looked around to see if somebody else was nearby to help. "He's more than that, my young cub. Oh, look at all the blood..."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll explain later. For now, help me carry him." The lioness hoisted the bleeding mass onto her back, while the cub supported his front right paw, and informed her if the lion started to fall.
"I hope we can help him", said the young cub.
Eventually, the trio made it to the lioness's lair in the plains. The cave was one of the best in the entire kingdom, being spacious even by Prideland standards. It was perfectly situated with a water hole right outside, and a tree in front that would provide shade to those who wanted to sit outside, but didn't want the sun torturing them. Once the lioness got home with her cub and their new "friend", she called out "Karanga!" and laid the lion down on the floor. She had Ujono fetch some water from the waterhole and once he returned, she splashed it in his face, reviving him.
His eyes opened partially, and he looked at his female rescuer. "Who are you?"
"My name is Shada the lioness, good King Scar."
"Shada...where have I heard that name before?", he said as he started to come to his senses.
"I am your sister." At this, both Ujono and Scar looked straight at her with wide eyes. Then Scar remembered. "Ah, yes. When I returned to the Pridelands, you were just a cub, and you had a twin sister...umm...."
"Tahali.", she responded. "Yes, she is my twin. But I don't know where she lives now. I live here and have a cub of my own, who, I might add, is responsible for saving your life. Say hello, Ujono."
"Hello, Unca Scar.", said the young lion, who now understood the lineage that was going on.
"Uncle....how wonderful that sounds...I wish I could have savored that sound from my other nephew..." Then suddenly the sounds of another lioness interrupted his words.
"What is it?", cried the voice, which must have been that of the aforementioned Karanga. "Didn't I tell you that I'm lamenting over..." Her words stopped abruptly and Scar knew that she must have seen him. Suddenly he heard crying. It was not tears of sadness, but of happiness. Who would be crying for him like that? His questions were answered when the lioness came beside Scar so that he could see her. She looked quite old, possibly the oldest lioness in the kingdom. Karanga was truly crying and choking out the words "Oh, Taka...oh, I've missed you so much...."
Upon hearing his old name, the old lion was thunderstruck. "Taka? Nobody calls me Taka...no one has ever been allowed to call me that, except my..." Then reality struck, and the tears of the lioness were joined by those of Scar. He smiled and cried tears of joy. Then he hugged the old lioness. "....mother. Mother."
Karanga hugged him back and said consolingly, "Don't cry, my son. You're home now."
In a truly surprising short time, Scar fully recovered from his attack. After his rescue, he thought he would be covered with thousands of scars, and while he had been indeed torn to ribbons, only one scar remained to add truth to his name. That one was a very long gash down his right hind leg. The only other physical damage that he maintained was a slight limp in that same leg that didn't slow him down very much, but still made it much more comfortable for him to walk, other than run. He felt that the lack of permanent damage was a sign that he was supposed to live, and that maybe this was the life he was supposed to live.
Their lair could also be called his lair now, and after he had recovered, he got to know his rescuers. His first encounter with Shada during his life had been when he had returned to Pride Rock and seen her and her twin, Tahali. Some of his most enjoyable moments during that time in his life consisted of sitting and talking to both of them about whatever little adventures they were embarking on. After Scar became king, and once the Pridelands started to become a wasteland, he had sent the pregnant Shada and his mother Karanga off into the plains. He feared for them, because he wasn't sure of the fate of the land.
Scar felt like Ujono was the gods' present to him. Ujono had basically been responsible for finding him. It gave Scar a great feeling every time Ujono called him "Uncle." He realized that it was obviously his sacred duty to be a good uncle...like he should have been. Now he could do it, because he had no reason to be envious of this child. Him and Ujono became like a father and a son.
However, while Ujono was responsible for saving Scar's body, the deposed ruler would no doubt have died had it not been for the shock of seeing his mother. Over time, and with the pressures of royalty, he had forgotten about her and had assumed that she had died. The sheer shock of seeing the only creature who had always loved him...the one who had saved him from the wrath of his angry father on many an occasion...and the one who had adopted him when his mother died...she saved him. He owed everything to her. After his recovery, Scar was a cub again, listening to every word his mother said intently, and doing without question.
Scar was truly happy now, and he felt that the circle of life had been generous to him.
It had been two days since the great victory, and for some reason, Simba still had to stay up and patrol. "I come back and save the pridelands, and I'm already on guard duty," Simba said to himself. He chuckled at the prospect. The usual time for patrol was almost over, and Simba decided to get a little bit of a head start. "A few minutes won't make a difference, and besides, I need my rest." Simba went into his lair and took his place by his mate, Nala. He looked at her, and thought about how beautiful she truly was. He also thought back to the night before his return...would he see the products of that soon? As the king laid down next to his mate, the queen, perhaps knowingly, cuddled next to him. He returned the favor, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep...
Simba knew he was dreaming. He was reliving the night of his victory. The dream started after he had flung Scar from the cliff, and right now he sat and saw the hyenas attack him. He relived his climb up Pride Rock, and everything was as it was then.
Then time skipped to the next morning, during which he started a new ritual of going to the waterhole in the morning before everyone else to bathe. The walk to the waterhole was just as it was the day before, except the sky was even more beautiful. Simba realized that this dream would probably be a recreation his day, with all things better. The water at the hole was clearer and cleaner then it had ever been before, and as he walked into the shallow water at the edge of the hole and sat down , he wondered when Nala would show up and beg for his love.
However, his thoughts were interrupted when he felt the water start to get suddenly cold. An icy, freezing cold...he had never known such cold. He tried to get out of the water and back onto the bank so he could warm up, but he couldn't. For some reason, he was stuck. Then he saw it. A little ring of water around him had turned to the darkest black, and the black water now held him down. Suddenly the black liquid started to crawl up his sides, and it slowly coated his flanks. It slowly climbed up his body, and every part that the goop covered, that part would be frozen in place. As it reached his neck, Simba flung his head back in a futile attempt to fling off the "creature." His head froze in a back position. As the fluid covered his eyes and blocked out his vision, the king let out a roar for help. This proved to be a mistake, as the blackness proceeded to enter his open mouth and coat the insides of his throat. Then it went down his throat and windpipe, and he could feel the cold coating his insides. He could still hear everything that went on outside of him, but he could not see or talk.
Suddenly, the icy black liquid stopped moving. Simba soon began to doubt whether he could see or not, for in front of him, in otherwise darkness were two distinct pairs of eyes. Both obviously belonged to lions. The first set was unknown to him. They were a piercing blue, and he could tell that these belonged to a young male lion in his prime. The eyes reflected hate and contempt, yet appeared to be wise. As Simba looked over towards the second pair, he gasped. He knew this pair all too well. The color of the eyes was green, with yellow pupils, a trait only found in the royal family. Even there, it was a rarity. The second to last possessor of this trait was his grandfather, the great king Thembi. These eyes obviously belonged to the last owner of this most noble feature, for the left eye was graced by a long, thin mark. A gash - a cut - a scar.
As soon as he realized this, a sound broke the silence. Laughter starting echoing from the same place that the eyes were. The laughter must have belonged to the first lion, for it was foreign to his ears. It started out as a small chuckle, then gained speed and pitch, and became a loud cackle. A sound of madness, one can be sure. More laughter came, and it also seemed unfamiliar to Simba, until he realized that he had never heard his uncle laugh. When Scar was with him, he had always been bitter and resentful, never carefree or happy, unless hatching a diabolical plan. This was certainly the laughter of the great mad king, for it was a sound of greed, of hatred, and of evil. As the laughter of his dead uncle blended with that of the unknown lion, Simba felt the black creature pull him down to the bottom of the waterhole. He attempted to scream, but no roar left his lips, and no one could save him as he was pulled under...
Simba awoke in a bath of his own sweat. While he gasped for breath, he looked around at his surroundings. He was in his own lair, with his mate by his side (whom, luckily had not waken up). It had just been a nightmare. An awful nightmare. But, what did it mean? Simba thought about this for a little while as he was trying to get back to sleep, but eventually it left his mind, and he passed off into a dreamless slumber.
Time did its horrible dance, and things continued. Scar got more accustomed to living with this new found family, Ujono started grew up a little, Shada continued to search for mates near the border, and a cub was born to Simba and Nala. On the day of the presentation of young Kiara, Shada went off with Karanga to go see it, for Ujono had no interest in it, and Scar could have thought of nothing less enjoyable. Upon asking Scar to baby-sit Ujono, Shada saw a look of anxiety on Scar's face. "I can't do it...I've never taken care of a child by myself..."
"You can handle this, Scar..."
Scar didn't answer. He just sat there in the lair pouting.
Shada answered impatiently, "Well, come on! I'm not proposing marriage! I'm asking you to take care of one cub, spend a few hours watching over him in a perfectly luxurious lair. Now you don't have to think about that, just nod."
Rather taken aback by Shada's sudden outburst, Scar could only nod in agreement.
"That's good. We'll be back later."
After the ceremony ended, the two returned to find Ujono asleep and Scar standing watch in front of the lair.
"Was he any problem?"
"No problem at all...I never realized it could be so...fun...to watch a cub."
"You'll learn, Scar. You'll learn."
At night, near the border of the plains, a lone scraggly hyena wandered. She was young, but malnourished. Her coat, which was once soft and beautiful (by hyena standards) had become rough and tattered. She was still strong, and her load was light, as her body had obviously been starved. She blew the long ruff of hair out of her face so she could see what was ahead, a lair. Whether it belonged to a meerkat or a lion, she didn't care. She would take down anything that she could get, or die trying. It would have to be less painful than starving to death. She walked up to the lair and peered inside. Inside she saw a little lion cub. "Hello, little morsel," she whispered to herself, as she prepared to jump.
Suddenly she heard a loud growl behind her. Had the cub's father come to protect him? A deep, sharp voice scowled at her. "You picked the wrong lair to come nosing around, hyena. Get out of here before I feast on your flesh."
"I don't plan to leave, and after I have killed you, I shall proceed to the child." She still didn't look behind her; she had a strategy if he attacked her first. As she planned her next move, the lion suddenly softly called her name.
"Shenzi? Is that you?"
"What if it is?" she said, turning around. As soon as the black mane and orange pelt fell on her eyes, she screamed in joy. "Scar!"
"It really is you, Shenzi!" And the two embraced as best as two of their kind can. "What are you doing here, Shenzi, and what happened to you?" said Scar as he looked at the emaciated body of his hyena friend.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're dead!"
He grinned, "I got lucky."
"I'll say you did, not a scar on you."
"Well, actually there's one on my leg...but, other than that, I'm pretty much back to my usual charming self."
She laughed. "So, not only did you survive, but you got out here and obviously mated..."
Scar sighed. "No, that's not my son. That's my nephew. The GOOD nephew. But you still haven't answered my question."
Shenzi looked upon her former leader with sadness in her eyes. "The pack is moving on. You were our ticket to food for so many years, that many of us don't know how to hunt. We have to leave. I was just out trying to rustle up a little bit of nourishment for me and the pack. The pressures of politics..."
"How are the boys?"
"They're OK. The pack is really split up about your death. A few still despise you, some think it was terrible what we did, and most don't give a care eitherways. As for my brothers, Banzai is still convinced that you were the most treacherous thing ever to step into the elephant graveyard. I think he really is sorry he did it, though."
The hyena looked to the side and then sighed. "Poor Ed...he never was really stable, and your death didn't help. He still wanders the graveyard most of the day, expecting to find you. We've tried to tell him, but he just doesn't understand. He's also been sick lately, and frankly it's the worst I've ever seen him. I don't think he's gonna live to the move." The two sat down outside the lair.
"What is going on out here?", exclaimed Karanga as she walked out of the lair. Upon seeing the hyena, Karanga gasped and froze in her tracks. "Taka, there's a hyena here."
"Yeah, mom. Mom, this is Shenzi." He motioned towards his childhood friend. "She was one of my hyena friends when I was a cub." Shenzi nodded towards the mother of two kings.
Upon hearing this, Karanga's thoughts went back to Taka's childhood. She nodded back at Shenzi, saying afterwards: "I'd like to thank you, Shenzi."
"For being a friend to my son when he needed it the most. Although...I'm not sure if you needed to be THAT good of a friend..." Karanga grinned at the two, and then went back into her lair. The lion and hyena stared puzzled at each other...How did she know?
Then the hyena stood up to leave. "Well," she said, "I'd better get back. Good luck on your new life."
"Shenzi, wouldn't you like some food? We have some left over from dinner."
"Oh, would you? That would be so helpful!"
"Anything for a friend."
So Scar gave Shenzi a going-away present of a half-eaten antelope, said good-bye, and watched her leave, never to be seen by anyone in that region ever again. After he saw her disappear over to the horizon, Scar went into the lair and went to sleep.
As Scar's dreams were filled with his memories with Shenzi, Karanga passed away quietly in the middle of the night.
When the sun was in the highest point in the sky, the usually cheerful lair was one of sadness. Laughter had been replaced by sobbing. Shada sat by the dead body of her mother and cried, while Ujono just stood by her in a state of shock. He felt like he had no emotions...his grandmother was dead, and he had loved her, so why didn't he cry? The only thing he felt was a weird feeling. The feeling that someone who had been around all his life would never be seen again.
Scar, however, was not in nearly as good of a condition. He was weeping uncontrollably, his arms around his mother and his head laid on top of her stomach, as tears poured down his face. He realized why she had died. She had not been sick, but she had been without a doubt the oldest lioness in the savanna. At least it had been peaceful, but that was not the problem. While he did understand why she died, he could not condone it. This was the greatest lioness ever to be born. She was the first creature to ever show him love, and (of course) she was his mother.
Long after Shada and Ujono went into the Pridelands to tell the sad truth about the death of the grandmother of the king, all the way into the time when the moon is at its peak, Scar stayed with his deceased matriarch and cried.
The funeral was the most elaborate one held in the Pridelands since Mufasa's. Everybody came - all the animals, relatives near, and relatives far. Tahali was practically a guest of honor, as she had not been seen for some time.
First, the eulogy was read. The body of the dead was placed on a level rock at the base of pride rock. Directly in the center and in front of the body sat Simba and Nala. To their left sat Sarafina and Sarabi. To the right of the king and queen were Tahali, who was keeping an eye on Ujono. Behind this front row were the lions who were not related to Karanga. Behind them were all the other animals, come to see the last rites of a former queen. And all the way in the back, behind a bush and cleverly hidden, sat one who would have done the rites for this funeral, one who read the eulogy the last time. He could not cry anymore, for he had been dried out from his day of sorrow. He just sat there and watched as his mother was put to rest. At a funeral, the king was usually the speaker, unless someone else's ties were closer to the deceased. Simba barely knew his departed grandmother, so the task went to the closest relative who was, in this case, her biological daughter. The speaker stood behind the rock with the body, and faced the crowd. Shada's eulogy was truly beautiful, covering Karanga's life and importance. She jokingly referred to the fact that Karanga had been the mother to three separate pairs of twins: Scar and Mufasa, Sarabi and Sarafina, and Shada and Tahali (although only one of these pairs had been truly biological). After the service was over, they took her into the great expanses of the plains, and buried her in the ritual burial place, next to her husband. After all the lions had headed back to Pride Rock for the ritual feast, Scar stayed behind, stood next to the grave of his beloved mother, and then went to the family's lair in the plains to sleep.
The feast, a ritual since before most lions could remember, was always a joyous occasion. The lions ate, danced, talked, and generally socialized. Most of the family members would stay together and discuss the services. The food was already gotten in advance to the service, and the beverages were either water or a strange drink made of berries and left out in the sun. This concoction was usually put into big troughs for the guests to drink, and more than a few lions would get a little tipsy. Simba basically drifted around and talked with everybody, and Nala stayed in one place, watching over their newly introduced princess Kiara. Tahali, Shada, Sarabi, and Sarafina were talking as Ujono played with the other cubs.
"It really was a beautiful service," said Sarafina.
Sarabi agreed, "I think everybody loved it."
"Thanks, sisters," said Shada, slightly embarrassed. "But I was just doing the basic run-of-the-mill eulogy."
"Basic! Ha!" exclaimed Tahali, "That was incredible! Absolutely the best service I have ever seen." Of course, this really wasn't saying much, considering the only other service she had seen was Mufasa's, and his service was rather rudely interrupted by hyenas. Plus there had been no feast.
Referring to her speech, Sarabi said "Enjoyed by four out of six twins!" Everyone laughed at this statement.
Shada went so far as to say "Come now, Sarabi. It was better than that. I'm sure Mufasa was enjoying it much with the other great kings!" The laughing continued.
"And I'm sure Scar is enjoying it from hell!" Tahali said while laughing. At that moment, a paw with claws outstretched struck Tahali in the muzzle. The young lioness fell to the ground and clutched her nose, which was now bleeding. "AHH! Sarafina! What the hell was that for?", she screamed. The attention of much of the crowd was focused on the scene, and all was silent to wait for the queen mother's answer.
"How dare you talk about your brother that way! No matter what he may have done, he is still your brother, and mine, and you shall treat his name with respect!" The words of the golden lioness came with great power and anger, and Tahali heard them, and understood. She nodded in assent. All the other lions just went back to their business; they understood why she had said this.
However, Nala just stared at her mother assessing the words in her mind, until Kiara's playfulness caught her attention. By the end of the day, she had forgotten all about it.
The march of time continued, and after a period of time had passed, the world saw Ujono, now starting into adolescence, approaching his uncle in their lair near the Pridelands. Ujono's mane was now definitely apparent. It was black, like his uncle's and his grandfather's. The hair graced the sides of his head, and while he was not the most beautiful lion in the world, he could certainly be considered attractive enough.
Scar turned and looked at his nephew, who had a puzzled look on his face, as if a question had been bothering him. "Yes, what is it?"
"I need to ask you something...lion to lion."
"Recently, I was walking near the waterhole, and I saw this lioness. She was much older than me, of course, and she was very strange looking. She looked like a cross of some sort between a cheetah and a lion. Is that possible?"
"Yes, it is...but I know that's not the reason you called me aside."
Ujono chuckled. "No, it isn't. Well, the point is...I saw her, and she was possibly the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. And I felt...strange...down there.", and he pointed to a certain area on his body. "What's going on?"
Scar bit his lip. "Hmm...Ujono, I can't pretend I have a lot of knowledge in this area, for I was kind of isolated when I was the same age as you. I never saw any beautiful lionesses, but I think I can help a little." Scar proceeded to explain the basics of adolescence and many of the changes he would go through, such as his mane growing, and...other things. Some of the things rather disgusted Ujono, while others delighted him. "Well, did that discussion help at all?"
"I think so, Uncle Scar. But does this mean I should go out looking for lionesses to mate with?" Ujono asked anxiously.
"By the heavens, no!" Scar declared. "Just wait...you'll know when it's your time. When your mane is fully grown out down to your shoulders and past, then you can go looking."
"It'd better grow fast!" Ujono said, and then he ran off scouting his future mates.
"Hmmm...so impetuous..." thought Scar. "I wish I'd had his childhood. I didn't see a beautiful lioness and know what to do until I came back to Pride Rock..." Scar sighed. It looked like another boring day looking for things to do out in the regions outside the Pridelands. He'd already explored his new plains home to his heart's content. He had also explored the Elephant Graveyard more than he could bear. It was old and the memories were too harsh. Now that the hyenas were gone, he could explore it all he wanted, but that got rather dull after a while. He recently had come across a new land, separated from the plains by only a river which, while it carved a canyon at its most treacherous point, was a simple getting-across-a-log job at a point closer to his home. He made the walk over to the arboreal bridge and crossed it into the Outlands.
The Outlands were the most treacherous stretches of land ever imaginable. In scarcity and lack, it exceeded even the Elephant Graveyard. This was the home of the banished lions, the traitors to the cause - where he surely would have been sent if he had been captured. The sun was too hot, the prey was too few, and any poor creature that survived here would have the look of malnutrition and paucity on it.
Suddenly, a noise got Scar's attention, and he ran back up the bridge and hid in the tall grass near the plains, while keeping a close eye on the bank of the wasteland, to find out what creature could have made the sound.
It was a lion cub. The cub walked out of the shadows, and just sat near the log, cleaning himself with his tongue. Scar was immediately struck by the appearance of this child, for there was something familiar about him. The cub's fur was darker than his own, but the face was too similar to his to be ignored. The cub had the same sagging fur on the sides of his face, the same beginnings of a "beard", and the same little scrap of black hair that would eventually be a mane. on the top of his head. Even the demeanor, a ticked-off-at-the-world frown, and the fact that the cub was obviously not extremely well fed matched those of the former king when he was a child. Could this possibly be the child he had left behind? He had forgotten about Zira...tried to forget about her. He worried that if he returned, he would become his old self, and that was something he wanted to avoid. If he could just see the cub's eyes...
Then, his attention was caught again, as he heard the sound of two voices arguing in the opposite direction of the cub, in the plains. Scar made up his mind to leave this fledgling behind and see what this other commotion was. Besides, the cub looked as if he would be there for some time.
Moving quietly through the tall grass, Scar eventually came near a clearing where a little lion cub, a meerkat, and a warthog were standing in front of a log. The "walking rat" (as Scar liked to call them) was arguing with the pig over, of all things, the tastiest kind of bug. Scar would have left right away if the cub had not also become bored and started to walk towards the place where Scar was. He quickly ran down towards the border, for he did not want to be seen, and he was able to secure a good hiding place once he got there. Scar saw that the male cub was still there, now just standing still trying to pick up any sort of commotion. The female cub, however, followed the sound of movement down to the gorge that bordered the Outlands. Unable to find anybody (for she had not noticed the little male cub), she proceeded to do what any normal child would do: explore the Outlands.
She walked across the log, looking this way and that, and walking with a spring in her step. Eventually this unusual gait took its toll, as at the end of the log, she tripped, fell, and rolled along the ground of the Outlands for a very short distance, at which point she crashed into the other cub, knocking him to the ground.
The male cub quickly got up and faced the female, snarling. "Who are you, Pridelander?" he said as he advanced.
The female, obviously very frightened, backed up, but refused to back too far down from this stranger. She jumped around from position to position, always keeping the male directly in front of her.
The male gave her a puzzled look. "What are you doing?"
The female quickly retorted. "My father says to never turn your back on an outsider," she said seriously.
The statement wasn't taken nearly so seriously by the male. "You always do what daddy says?"
"No!" yelled the little lioness.
Scar chuckled and whispered to himself. "Bet she does..."
"Betcha do! Bet your daddy's little girl!" At this point, the female felt depressed, but the little lion just chuckled and jumped onto a large rock in the middle of the river. "An outsider doesn't need anybody. I take care of myself." He was followed by the now interested female.
"Really? Cool!" Suddenly, the male cub screamed as the rock revealed itself as a hungry, hell-bent crocodile! She screamed too, and they both went running across what turned out to be the backs of other crocodiles in an attempt to escape. Every time they thought they were safe, there was just one more of the vicious crocodilians to escape. Scar was only able to watch helpless from the bank of the river. He wanted to help, but with his age and physical capability, anything he tried would merely be filling the animals' stomachs a little bit more. He sat terrified for the two, especially him who bared his resemblence.
Complications arose and were fixed. Lion cub saved lioness cub. And eventually, both made it to the highly elevated bank (Scar had hidden himself in some grasses nearby). Taking a look back on what they had just braved, the two cubs looked down the slope to the water and saw over twenty crocodiles growling in frustration.
"I did it," the little lioness said quietly to herself, thinking about what she had just done. "I DID IT!" She yelled in joy and stuck out her tongue in a raspberry directed towards the angry reptiles. The male just laughed and walked away from the edge of the cliff after his new companion. Scar just kept watching from the grasses, while listening intently to their conversation. The girl started talking. "Whoa, man, did you see the size of those teeth, they were like grawr...grawr..."
--As Scar heard the girl describing their near-death experience he would have sworn that he sensed another presence nearby him in the grass...--
"We make a good team! And you..."the lioness paused. "...You were really brave!"
"Yeah? You were pretty brave too." The little cub then introduced himself: "My name's Kovu." Kovu? Kovu? He suddenly realized the true meaning of that name and was stunned.
Little Kovu's friend also gave her name. "I'm Kiara..." she said in a near-seductive manner. This unusual action of a cub caught Kovu off guard, as he shrinked away at the sight of his new friend slinking towards him in a near-shadow of how grown lionesses introduce themselves to "interesting" males.
Once again, the name was familiar. Scar had heard the name Kiara used a lot as of late, and he was dying to know where...Scar's thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of the presence, which was obviously there somewhere growling, apparently at the site of the near-intimacy growing between the two cubs.
Kiara saw the disturbed look on her friend's face and decided to start a game. "Tag! You're it!" she shouted as she touched his leg with her paw and hopped back. Kovu paid her back with a confused look and even went so far as to pull his leg back in disgust the next time Kiara tagged him. Kiara laughed for a while in expectation, but then approached him. "Hello? You run, I tag. Get it?"
The former king sat in the bushes chuckling to himself. Scar just validated Kovu's clueless expression. "I don't think he gets it," he mumbled in an inaudible joke, still laughing inaudibly.
"What's the matter, don't you know how to play?" Kiara could hardly understand why a cub would not know how to play "tag." However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized, "this cub is from the Outlands...he probably doesn't know how to have fun...oh well, back to basics..." Thus, she shifted to the simplest of cubs' games and the least complicated: fighting. She started hopping around, low to the ground, growling at Kovu. Kovu mirrored her by doing the same.
Suddenly, a huge golden blur appeared in front of Kiara. It roared at little Kovu, but was almost immediately shadowed by another streak of gold, which stood in front of the scared brown cub. Another roar resounded among the four.
Each adult scowled the name of the other. The father of one growled the title of the mother of the other, and it was likewise done. Neither needed no introduction for Scar. The male was none other than Simba, king of the Pridelands. His nephew, his king, his bane. He had not changed, and now he was guarding Kiara; Kiara was the princess. But at the time, Scar was not paying attention to that.
The mother's presence had him captivated. The golden fur, the shape of her body...only a few things had changed. Her eyes, though they were still reminiscent of gold had become a near red (a strange change indeed). The most unusual addition was her right ear, which now had a large hole in it. Her own trademark.
When he had first met her, her name seemed like the strangest thing possible. Even she was unclear as to why she was given that name. She believed that her parents merely liked the word, however it seemed clear now. By the fire in her eyes, and the clenching of her teeth, it could be found that she truly was the personification of hate. Zira had become what she had always been and not known, and she was alive.
end of part 1