Scar: The Story You Never Knew

Chapter 12: The Birth of Simba

Scar returned to the Pride Lands, full of new hope. He knew that as the younger son, he would succeed Mufasa one day. But he wasn't prepared for what was to come.

He walked over the hills in front of Pride Rock and found a crowd of animals. What was going on? Scar snuck through the crowd. He looked up at his brother and Sarabi, standing high and mighty on top. Rafiki was there too. But why?

He squinted his eyes.

Rafiki was holding a golden bundle. He lifted it high to the heavens, and the animals of the Pridelands sounded out and leaped for joy. "No! It can't be! Already?!"

It was Mufasa and Sarabi's cub. Scar glared at the tiny golden cub in Rafiki's hands. In Scar's eyes, it was hideous.

No one had seen him join the crowd, and he slunk away to his father's old den. He still remembered the horrors that took place here long ago. He vowed never to enter again, but it was the only place he could hide. He moped as he caught a small mouse for a meal.

"Life's not fair, is it? You see I, well I shall never be king. Hmph."

He dangled it in the air. Oh how he loathed Mufasa. He loathed that new cub. He visualized that mouse as Mufasa.

"And you shall never see the light of another day!"

Just then, Zazu, Mufasa's hornbill bird advisor, flew in with a disgusted look on his face. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" Scar sneered at the bird. "What do you want?"

"Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony.

"I do, Zazu. You just noticed I have been gone for years and have now returned?" Scar said sarcastically.

"Mufasa won't be happy about this! He's pretty mad!"

"Ooooh I quiver with fear!"
Scar sunk into attack position and licked his whiskers. He would teach this stupid bird.

"Now, Scar. Don't look at me that way! NO!"

Scar snapped at Zazu. Finally he could get rid of that annoying little rat. But then, he heard a booming voice behind him. "SCAR! Drop him!"

He spit Zazu out, and turned to see his brother, looking disgustingly high and mighty as usual. "Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners!"

"We didn't know you were back. We didn't see you at the presentation of Simba."

Scar glared and pretended to look sorry. "That was today?! Oh I feel simply awful! Must've not seen it as I walked past."

Zazu harrumphed. "Well, as the king's brother, you should've been first in line!"

"I was first in line.........until that HAIRBALL was born." Scar shot a glare at Mufasa.

"That HAIRBALL is my son, and YOUR future king."

"Oh, I should practice my curtsy!"

Mufasa was getting angry. "Don't turn your back on me, Scar!" Scar sunk into attack position again. "No, brother. Maybe YOU shouldn't turn your back on ME." Mufasa roared. Scar always knew, his roar was quite frightening, and was taken back by it. "IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!?"

Scar knew he should stop now unless he wanted himself ripped open. "Temper, temper. I wouldn't DREAM of challenging you. Because I've got the lion's share of brains, but when it comes to brute strength, I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."

He exited the den. He would show Mufasa and that scrawny cub Simba who was the real king.