Scar: The Story You Never Knew

The Only Choice

Simba grew into a heathy, playful, young cub. He and his father often took walks in the Pridelands, while Mufasa educated him on how to be a good king.

"You must respect all the creatures, great and small. We are all connected in the great circle of life."

Scar had to find a way to get rid of Simba, or else he would never become king. Then, he had an idea. He travelled to the elephant graveyard, where he used to play as a cub. He called out to his only friends in the world. "Come out, you simpletons! I have a job for you!"

Then, three hyenas, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed emerged from the mist. They laughed evilly. "Hey Scar! Old buddy, old pal! Haven't seen ya in awhile! How ya been? Did ya bring us anything to eat?" Scar snarled. "Yes, but you don't get paid until you do the work." The hyenas grinned at each other. "What do we do?" Scar told them the whole story about Mufasa's new cub. "I need you to 'take care' of him for me. I'll do all the dirty work. You just have to kill him." "Ooh! Haven't had lion cub in awhile! This'll be fun!" Scar sniffed. "Just do it. And don't disappoint me."

Scar slinked back to his den, which he had excavated in the side of Pride Rock. He cleaned out bones and other junk just as little Simba ran up to him. "Hey Uncle Scar! Guess what?" Scar knew what was coming, and he was not in the mood to answer. "I despise guessing games." He said grumpily. But Simba didn't seem to notice. "I'm gonna be king of Pride Rock." Scar groaned, for those were the exact words he remembered Mufasa saying when he got chosen. Memories rushed back like a river. Memories of his brother, how he lost all his friends, and most of all, his father. Just from those little words.

"Oh...... goodie." He replied. But the little hairball still went on and on. Why wouldn't he just leave?  "My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna RULE it all!"
"Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back." Scar then collapsed in a heap. He just wanted to urge that little obnoxious know-it-all to go to the elephant graveyard already! But Simba still continued to talk nonstop. "Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?"

"A monkey's uncle." Scar said sarcastically. But the cub seemed to think it was funny. "You're so weird!" Simba giggled. Scar smirked at his nephew. "You have NO idea. So he really showed you everything? Even what's beyond that rise at the northern border?"

Simba frowned and lowered his head. "No. He said I'm not allowed in there." "And he's absolutely right! An elephant graveyard is no place for a young cub.........Oops! I said to much!" Scar said overdramatically. "Well I guess you would've found out sooner or later. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!" Simba nodded. "No problem."

A few hours later, Scar headed for the elephant graveyard. Finally, that little hairball and his puny friend Nala would be disposed of. He watched and waited patiently. He had to watch it. He couldn't wait to watch all his troubles finally disappear.

The hyenas chased Simba and Nala into a crack in the tall rocks. They cornered the cubs, licking their chops. Simba ran in front of Nala and tried to roar. But all that came out was a pathetic meow. The hyenas roared with laugher. "That was IT?!" mocked Shenzi. "Do it again. I dare ya!" Simba opened his mouth to roar, and Scar and the hyenas heard a loud, thundering roar. Scar rolled his eyes. Mufasa.

Mufasa leaped out of nowhere and attached the hyenas. But they didn't fight back. They cowered and tried to run for their lives, but Mufasa held them down with his massive paws. "If you EVER come near my son again....!" He let out a mighty roar, and the hyenas ran off. He led the cubs home, angry at Simba for disobeying his orders. Scar watched them walk away. This was going to be harder than he thought.