Growing up became a massive desensitizing experience for the lion. Feeling as if he were marked from his birth to be looked down instead of up on, he quickly honed his ability to care indifferently about things. It wasnÕt by choice but more or less the only way he could keep on living quietly, not bothering others. He had been born a bustling bouncy cub full of warmth and love with feelings more sensitive than his brothers. Yet, those too were only weapons against him, for his acute sensitivity quickly brought about his total reversal of being a carefree loving creature.

He was hurt growing up and now, full grown, sat on his limb, trying to rebirth himself as a cub but knowing that it was too late. He was grown and expected to act that way even though for the first time he was beginning to feel what he had been denied.

Sighing, he felt no desire to move from his tree. He was worthless to not only his own eye, but to whoeverÕs eye happened to fall upon him. He wanted to hide where no one would see him and if they happened to, he felt like giving them a barrage insults. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep as tears found their way from his eyes to the ground.

From above, King Ahadi looked down upon his sons. One he answered willingly, the other he dismissed altogether. His reasons were that Mufasa had been his planned son, the one he valued so dearly, and Scar, or Taka as he referred to him as, was his unplanned illegitimate son. The name came to him the moment he popped out of his mothers womb. ÒAh, trash! What rubbish is this?Ó he had said and then named him Taka. Had Scar been able to comprehend his fathers first words towards him, he surely would know the answers to all of his questions.

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