So the producer of The Lion King said that Mufasa* and Scar weren't really brothers, which surprises me because I thought they were at least half brothers. I can't say I didn't see this coming because that would explain why Zira was so angry with Kovu because she believed he was the cause of Nuka's death, when shouldn't she be glad because Scar "killed his brother Mufasa"? Why wasn't she? Because they aren't brothers! It's time to rethink the past, which is the opposite of putting your past behind you, sorry Timon and Pumbaa. In this Universe, Simba goes crazy and these guys are hallucinations.
Prologue
Just as the sun had begun to rise, two pairs of round crimson eyes illuminated the darkness concealing the Royal Den of Pride Rock, and soft rays of light emitted from the slowly rising sun.
Two lions emerged from the royal den, seeing that both of their eyes weren't deceiving them — they watched the sun rise over the distant mountain silhouette. As it did, the sky quickly turned a radiant blood red — just like the eyes of them, and every other lion in the Ndona Pride.
Watching the sunrise was truly a sight to behold, and the lions of the Pride Lands had the opportunity to have the most pleasing view of the lands from Pride Rock's hindquarters. Watching the sunrise was something that the king always looked forward to, and watching it with his son now made it even more enjoyable. Like his father, Mufasa loved to watch the sun rise and set, but he especially enjoyed seeing the sun rise up into the sky again.
According to the wise old mjuzi, everyday one wakes is a day to rejoice; one shall welcome each and everyday with a smile because everyday is different — no two days are alike, but can be similar. Because of this, the king and his son like to greet the each new day once they were roused from their slumber; they were always the first to wake up in the morning to see a new day when the continuance of life was not promised. And that was why Mufasa always woke up early to see the sun rise again: because a new day has begun.
The prince, who was fortunately the first to wake on the day that will be different from any other, was named Mufasa. Mufasa mirrored his father, Mbube, in appearance; his rich golden fur was a lot like his father's. Only Mbube's fur was slightly darker.
As Mufasa's age to adulthood progressed, Mbube promised his son that he would look even more like him, since Mufasa's mother's fur was hardly any different. Mufasa looked like the perfect mix of his parents, and his genes was what made him fit to be next ruler. That was a decision that Mbube made at the time of Mufasa's birth — choosing a heir was a decision that couldn't be revoked.
Mufasa knew that on the day that his father woke him: would be the day when his father takes him to the summit of Pride Rock. Mufasa still wanted to act surprised.
He knew his father was trying his best to be discrete about where he was taking Mufasa, but unfortunately the prince overheard his father telling his mother. His mother, Safiya, never been on the summit despite being the Queen of Pride Rock.
Pride Rock's Summit was a place solely reserved for the lineage of kings of the Ndona Pride's Past.
And it had to have been a place unlike anywhere Mufasa had ever been for it to be so special — and so it was.
It was very high; even higher than Pride Rock. A drop from Pride Rocks' summit that Mufasa stood upon would surely be deadly. Instinctively, the prince stayed away from the edge, and dreaded having to watch his father fall to his death as Mbube stood there looking over the edge. He relaxed when his father finally sat back, falling onto his hunches in a proud stance. "Son, come and sit beside me," Mufasa always obeyed his father; he listened and crept over to his father's right side and sat down. The two, father and son, sat there looking at the beautiful view of the blazing yellow sun rising over the edge of the distant mountain silhouette.
The vibrancy of the sight to behold made Mufasa not help but smile as his father reminded him of his destiny — to be king and rule the land once he's gone. The cub had to remember what this meant, that his father would die, giving him all the reason to not want to be king.
"But daaaaaad, I.. I don't wanna be king." Mufasa wailed in frustration. Mbube sighed. Time after time had they had this same conversation, but Mufasa couldn't seem to stop reminding his father of this, like he was expecting Mbube to just change his one day and say, "You don't have to be king then." But rest assured, Mbube was sure Mufasa had to have known by now that he couldn't run from his destiny. He would be haunted with thoughts, reminded by the great spirit through the voice and illusion of a lion that he missed. He would have dreams, nightmares of the event that lead to his downfall.
"Mufasa, what did I tell you about telling me that you don't want to be king? That is your birthright.." As Mbube said this, Mufasa nodded his head in shame and sad "I know.."
Mbube softened, resting a paw over his son's shivering shoulders.
"Son, I know you don't like the thought of responsibility, but following yours is important." Said Mbube in the most calm voice that he could muster despite his loss of patience with his son's impatient hospitality. "Dad, can't kings make up their own rules?" Mufasa inquired, "because then, I would have my way all the time."
"Son there is so much more to being king than that." Mbube purred, unable to ignore the adorably consistent things that he and his son had in common. He now had to tell Mufasa something that his father told him: about his father's belief, including the circle of life. With the circle of life being what keeps life in the Pride Lands peaceful and in balance, there would be rain, and a dry season in the place of a season-worth of droughts.
"Dad, when I'm king can I get everyone to follow my Grandfather's law?" Asked Mufasa, now interested in the lecture. He was already looking forward to his time as ruler.
"Of course, and you can encourage your son to as well." Promised Mbube. "Remember that as long as the Great Circle of Life is respected, we have the guidance of the Great Kings of the Past. They lead us."
Mufasa bounded after his father, who moved a lot quicker than he did. The large cub easily fell into step with his father, matching the speed of which his paws touched the grassland they were walking on. His tail was held high in Pride to be in the presence of his father — king of Pride Rock. Mbube glanced over his shoulder at his son, who walked beside his father walking gracefully as the proud leader he was to be. Once he's learned all that Mbube knew, the lion king would die in peace knowing that his son was ready.…
Zazu saw Safiya and the other lionesses inspecting something in the field. Something very significant had the attention of all the lions in the Pride Lands, aside from the king who was away with his son; every single one of them had forgotten the buffalo abandoned half a mile away. Any passing leopard would seize the chance for enough meat to last a week. Every lion was interested in what the queen had found in her path. Zazu glided over her, when looking down he saw what appeared to be a brown cub, about Mufasa's age lying motionlessly in the grass. He needed to take a closer look so he made a swift turn and slowly descended from the sky, landing lightly on his feet.
"He's alive." Zazu looked at the queen and then at the cub. He had never seen a cub that looked like that. This cub had to of been from another Pride. Everything about him was different. His fur was very dark, like a crimson sky or an orange leaf, tanned by the sunlight.
"Zazu, tell Mbube! He's got to come here!" Said Safiya.
"Yes, Madame. I will alert the king at once!" Zazu said, taking off without a moment to lose. Safiya needed the king's assistance in case it were all a trap. She thought, Why would a mother of any kind just give their cub to some strange Pride?
