Scar opened his eyes slowly, after falling off from Pride Rock. Flames burned all around him. Then three figures came out of the fire. The figures were Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed. The three looked very distraught about something. Thinking this is his only way to getting back the throne, Scar slowly got up and said, "Ahh, my friends."

The first to speak was Shenzi. She scoffed, "Frie-he-hends? I thought he said we were the enemy!"

She looked at her accomplice Banzai. He agreed, "Yeah, that's what I heard."

Scar just realized he made a grave mistake. Saying that the hyenas were the enemy backfired. Well how was he supposed to know they cared, let alone listened to him? They were a bunch of stupid, mangy poachers. At least, that's what he'd thought. The two looked at Ed. Scar hoped that he would do something stupid, due to the fact that he's brain-dead. This time Ed looked more furious than ever. The two asked, "Ed?"

He laughed evilly at Scar. The two grinned maliciously at him. No, this can't be happening. All that I worked for wasted! And…it's my fault. Scar thought that carefully and he meant it. His thoughts were broken by laughter and cackling. All the hyenas started drawing towards him. They looked deadlier than they ever did in their life. There has to be a way out of this! Scar thought, I have to get through to them somehow! As he was thinking, they got closer. His mind was racing, so he couldn't find the right words. He stammered, "No. L-L-L-Le-Le-Le-Le-Let me explain. No. You don't understand. No! I didn't mean for... No, No! Look, I'm sorry I called you... No! NOO!"

Nothing worked. The hyenas lunged at him and started biting at his flesh. He was going to try to fight back. But what's the use? There were nearly over 100 of them and he's only one lion. They continued to tear his flesh apart. He felt his skin getting ripped off, he roared in pain. He also felt his body going limp; he was losing a lot of blood. I can't die like this! Not now! Mufasa, I'm sorry for what all I've done. If you were gracious in the living, then you must be in death. Please, I beg of you! Let me live! If you do, I promise I'll become a better lion, a better uncle, and a better…brother! MUFASA!

He felt his life slipping away. Each of his limbs were getting limp, and his heartbeat started getting slower. Miraculously, there was a loud roar. Due to the pain, he couldn't really turn his head. All the sudden, the hyenas started getting batted at. He saw the figure, but it was too blurry to tell who it was. Then more figures came to his aid, or maybe they were just helping themselves. He didn't know, but with one deep breath, he fell into darkness.


Some Day

His eyes flickered open. He looked around but instantly grunted in pain. His whole body ached and it was stiff. Wait. I feel pain. I'm alive! He lifted his head and shouted, "I'm alive! Ahh!"

The sudden jerk sent pain all through his body. He tried to get up, but he only found himself falling back down. He sighed in defeat. How he wished he was awake when they were fighting the hyenas, he wanted to thank the…things that saved him. Could it have been the pride? No! It couldn't have been, they all wanted him dead and that's that. Yet still, he had this weird feeling. Then he remembered the prayer that he thought. If it was Mufasa who sent them, then he was definitely grateful. If only he could thank Mufasa in person. He still felt a little animosity for him, but that could put aside for later, now he was just happy to be alive. There were sounds outside of…the cave. He didn't know who or what they were, so he closed his eyes and pretended he was still unconscious.

It was two different voices. One asked, "Are you sure you didn't hear her correctly or something? He's still unconscious."

That voice. It's so familiar. Could it be? No, it can't! Not after what I did.

The other voice groaned, "I know what I heard. She heard him shout…something."

"How do you know it wasn't just her imagination? Or he could've just had a bad dream and grunted? It could've been anything. If anything he could be dead."

Hello? I'm right here.

"Well, there's one way to prove it." The one voice informed. The other asked, "How?"

Yes, really, how?

He heard steps walk around him. He had a really bad feeling about this. The next thing he knew, there was an incredibly sharp pain on his ribs. He felt like just screaming. The pain got sharper. He tried his best not to move any muscles, but he couldn't take it. His eyes shot open and he screamed loudly. Scar put his paw over his face, he felt a little bit of tears.

The voice laughed, "I told you he was faking."

He moved his paw away from his eyes and he gasped. It really was Simba! And by his is side, Nala! Why did they help him? There has to be a catch! Is there?

Nala said, "Good morning."

Scar just looked at the two. Simba groaned, "What're you mute now?"

No, I'm not mute! I'm just shocked, can't you tell!

"Mute or not, I kind of did enjoy him screaming." She laughed. Scar growled at her. She just rolled her eyes at him. He didn't blame her. At this moment, he can't do anything, can barely even lift his head. The two looked at him. He guessed they were waiting for him to speak. He finally asked, "Why did you help me?"

Nala turned her head to Simba. He just looked away from them. She sighed and nudged him. He looked down at Scar and answered, "I couldn't stand by and watch you die."

Scar sighed, "Oh, thank-"

"That doesn't mean I forgive you!" He interrupted. He left outside the cave. Nala just shook her head. "How long was I unconscious?" He asked suspiciously.

She answered calmly, "A few months."

"A few what!" He jerked his body up and the pain just spread through all over again. Slowly, he got up on his shaky legs. His legs felt weak, which could be why he collapsed. Well that and the pain. He slowly walked over to Nala. He asked, "How'd I survive these past months?"

"We gave you mashed fruits in coconut milk." She answered. Scar scrunched up his nose. He always hated that. Uru, his mother, would feed it to him when he got sick. The tasted was horrible. He sighed, "That would explain the bitter taste in my mouth."

She joked, "It's either that or bad breath."

She laughed and walked out. He mumbled something under his breath and walked out to. The sunlight blinded him for a few seconds. When the blindness stopped, he was surprised at what he saw. The Pridelands had been restored. The vegetation, the herds, you name it, it was all back! It must've started recovering right after…he almost died. Kind of a saddening thought. It must've actually been his fault the land died. It was either that or the hyenas and lionesses overhunting. He started walking a little bit more ahead. Nala came up to him and informed, "I bet the pride would love to see you again…or rip you apart, too bad you're defenseless."

He groaned, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

She giggled, "Very."

He looked at the ground and looked back up. His eyes got small. Pride Rock was very far away! Nala turned her head and exclaimed, "C'mon! It's only a short run!"

He growled, "Oh, shut up!"


I hope you liked this story! Was it a great one-shot? Should i continue? Every little review counts.

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