Back in the gorge Scar was still looking at Mufasa's body, he was smiling. He would become king after all that negligence from him an their parents he was sure he deserved that. He was about to leave until a weak but still hearable voice sounded across.
"Dad! Simba! Are you there?!" It was Kio that decided to come if his father and brother were fine after the stampede, he was worried and decided to sneak away from his mother and Zazu.
Scar then immediately got an incredible idea. He might now start his plan of corrupting Kio to be his next heir. He knew that even if a child was born of his he would never rule like Kio.
So then he let his acting take place.
"Kio! What are you doing here?" Scar put a fake worried face, he then run to Kio who still hasn't seen the horrible sight.
"Uncle Scar! What happened?! Are dad and Simba okay?! They haven't come back and-
Scar just close his eyes and moves to the side to reveal Mufasa body, Kio then looked and immediately his face was turned into something of horror he just run to see if his father was fine.
"Dad! Come on wake up!" He cried "Please dad!"
Kio started moving his face and make trying to get a reaction but nothing happened and Kio started to cry, Scar then hug him from behind.
The sun was slowly going down for the day, giving way to the night. The sky had slowly turned from a baby blue to a deep red, the color of spilled blood, and the air was getting slightly cooler. It was a beautiful end to a day that was going to get better...at least for Scar.
A satisfied Scar made his way back to Pride Rock, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face at least not in front of Kio. Shenzi had told him that they had caught Simba and killed him, eating his corpse before tossing the remains away. This pleased Scar. That loose end with Simba had officially been tied. Now no one would stop him from taking over Pride Rock or find out about his plan with Kio.
So he returned to Pride Rock to break the news to the lionesses and cubs. It was night when he returned, when Sarabi had returned from the hunt with her fellow lionesses. Together, they had taken down a young giraffe, a juvenile, and were ready to eat when Scar sauntered up to them and Kio just run to hug his mother crying and Sarabi couldn't know why.
"Scar?" Sarabi asked warily, looking up from the fresh kill. "What's going on? What happened to Kio?"
"Is everyone gathered here?" asked Scar. He had put on an air of grief, to prepare to deliver the bad news. "Even the cubs will need to hear this. I have very terrible news for you all. It involves Mufasa and Simba."
At this, Sarabi's amber eyes widened with shock and creeping fear. She left the fresh kill to fetch everyone in the pride, from the oldest lioness to the youngest cub. They gathered at the foot of Pride Rock, where Scar sat down before them on a smaller rock. This was how he wanted to imagine himself on his first night as king: looking down on everyone else.
"It is a terrible day for the Pride Lands," Scar announced. "The migrating wildebeest herd stampeded in the gorge today, with young Simba caught in the middle. Our king Mufasa - noble and wise and beloved as he was - died saving Simba from the stampede. Alas, it was all for nothing. Simba had fallen to the stampede as well, his life cut short."
The affect was immediate. Sarabi seemed to understand what was going on...and then let out a cry of despair and roared to the sky, tears streaming down her face just the same as Kio. Most of the other lionesses walked over to give condolences to their queen and prince, some crying with her and others praying. Zazu (who had returned shortly after Scar did) gently rested a wing on Sarabi's paw, showing her his sympathies. Even the cubs realized what was going on, little Nala's eyes full of tears when she heard of the death of her friend that Amaria condolences couldn't help.
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The Lion King Novel
FanfictionEveryone knows this story but what if Simba wasn't the only son Mufasa has...