Chapter One
Plans
Scar was heading back from the elephant graveyard when he came across Simba and Mufasa talking in the long grass. He snorted as Mufasa recited what their father had told him. Soon father and cub got up and began to walk back to pride rock. Silently, Scar followed. Once back at pride rock, Mufasa stopped with Simba beside him. The young cub's head was drooping and he looked like he was going to go to sleep on the spot. Mufasa chuckled at his young son. Scar growled, he loathed his brother so much! Suddenly, she came out of the cave. Scar's breath caught in his throat. Mufasa didn't deserve her. Sarabi nuzzled Mufasa and looked their son. "Simba. Come on, let's get you to bed." She purred picking Simba up by the nape. The cub yawned and his eyes shut. Sarabi smiled and nuzzled Mufasa once more. "I don't know what I'd do without you two." He murmured.
Suddenly an idea hit Scar. What if Sarabi and Simba died? His brother would be weak with pain and grief. Then he could attack and claim the pride lands as his own. He cackled. Of course that meant killing the beautiful lioness he adored, but it was worth it. Gleefully Scar began to plot. He snuck away again to the elephant graveyard to announce his new plan for dominance.
"Instead of killing Mufasa, we kill the two lions he holds close to his heart. His queen and his son. Without them, grief with consume him, making him weak and then we shall take the Pride lands by force!" Scar shouted. The Hyenas murmured amongst themselves for a bit. "Sounds good to me." Shenzi agreed, "Yeah me too." Banzai grinned. They turned to Ed. Ed nodded manically and the rest of the clan laughed as they signaled their agreement. "Perfect. Our time is coming. The same plan shall be used to lure Sarabi into the gorge where she and Simba will be killed in a 'tragic accident'." Scar smirked. Finally he would claim what he was denied since the day he had joined the world. The Throne and the kingdom would soon be his.
Sarabi raised her head. It was late and she couldn't sleep for uneasy dreams. She sighed and watched her mate and son as they dozed. Mufasa was led on his back with Simba resting on his paw. She smiled to herself and stood up, stretching. She padded over the small path that wound itself through the sleeping pride. Gracefully she walked it, avoiding hitting any of the lionesses or cubs. As she stepped out of the cave, the cool night breeze whipped around her slender frame. Sarabi looked at the stars and smiled. Up there was her father, the king of the marshlands that bordered the Pride lands. He had died long ago and her big brother was now King. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her dear, beloved father.
Scar snuck back to pride rock for the second time that night. As he approached, a figure caught his eye. He slipped into the shadows to get a closer look. Sarabi was standing outside the cave, her gentle face tilted towards the night sky. His black heart leapt and his breath caught in his throat. She looked beautiful, her soft coat shining in the moonlight. He looked down at his paws. He was going to kill her, his beautiful mirage. Scar shook his head. It had to be done for him to become king. With a final look at the beauty that would never be his, Scar slipped past her, his paws making a quiet rustle as he passed, and into his private cave.
A small rustle behind her made Sarabi spin round to see what the noise was. Her kindly brown eyes searched the area in front of the cave incase on of the young cubs had escaped its mother's clutches. Earlier that day she had told Mufasa that she was expecting another cub. She couldn't wait until she could hold the infant in her paws and marvel at its beauty. But, what she didn't know is, she would never see the wonder of the cub inside her as she and the infant would perish at the paws of Scar.