There was a hot evening in the mettlesome savannah of Africa. The sun burned grimly perpendicularly to the bottom of the flat canyon, for which prostrated the shadows of four animals to the rocky walls, the shadows of one lion and three hyenas. In the middle of these creatures laid someting motionless and still, a body of some big beast, what would be very hard to recognize anymore because flies and termites were began to eat it already. The lion, who sat in the middle of hyenas stooped a bit, "Kill him," gasped the lion, Scar, loudly. Trying to repress the sound of triumph and fervor in his voice. The hungry hyenas' jaws didn't need to be asked twice: they barked wildly and rushed to the breech of the canyon with slobber dropping from their big teeth and only thoughts in food. Scar let the big, mean and triumph grin climbing across his skinny face what had been consumed by worries, angry and hunger for meny years. He pushed himself to the body what laid on the ground. He rose his paw and moved creature's dirty mane away from its face so he could see it better. Scar dislodged the flies and termites away from the body. Yes, there laid his own brother, the Lionking Mufasa. Was Scar happy now, when he had just taken the life of his own close family member. He rose his paw again and started to poke Mufasa's nuzzle to like make sure that he was really dead. He was, no sight of life. Mufasa laid still on ground. Scar got suddenly more daring now, and he thought he'd do something what he had just dreamed before. Hate, blind madness and urge filled his mind when he roared beastly with raising his claws and pushed them down, deep in the Mufasa's flesh, as deep as they went. He ripped his claws off from Mufasa's dusty fur and he saw how the blood began to stream to the rocky floor. With hazy eyes he looked his claws what were covered with dropping blood, blood drops waht driped to his dark fur. Scar was shocked and he shook like he had just woken from the nightmare. What had he done... drops of cold sweat started to run down his head. He felt like he'd swoon and he wanted to run away from the canyon. Scar turned aback and he left the bloody body alone down in the canyon. He needed fresh air, a place where the blood wouldn't smell around him. Scar ran and ran, as long as he could, and finally he just fell to the ground. He had come to grassy plain, where wasn't anything else than a bright starry sky above him. Scar shook on the grass just like a little cub who had just escaped from a pack of hyenas. With heart banging he looked at the nighty starry sky, and first time in many years, since his cubhood, he was afraid.