The End of a Beginning
Simba
It's my final hurdle: the fight for serenity. I am to conquer the evil plot of my malicious uncle if Pride Rock is to regain its renowned dignity. It disgusts me to even follow in this sad, shallow lion's paw prints- albeit physically. Never again will my despised uncle benefit from the sarcastic submissions of my beloved family- those who have mourned my fictional death, and stayed strong for the honour my father once held high. If only now they were not preoccupied with the struggle against those moronic hyenas, and I with the chase of my fascist uncle, we would surely have a lot of heart-felt ties to recreate.
Scar
The 'Circle of Life' they call it, and another chapter of that circle is about to unfold. The death of Simba will no doubt announce my desired enthronement. No-one can deny the power that I have seized over these past 2 years, ever since the departure, or, rather, cowardly flight of that naive, impudent nephew of mine. Impudent is definitely an understatement- he never did value or appreciate fully my brilliance in the affairs of conflict and cunning. I mean, sure he respected me for my valour and authority, as I could expect of anyone; that brat just needed to be shown who is deserved in this world: they who value more in life than just juvenile fulfilment. But now he is grown, no thanks to those useless sidekicks of mine, I shall see how life on the outside has treated him. I have every intention of making his first fight his last.
Simba
I can hear the blood of that swine force itself through his veins, as if even his own biological components have trouble vindicating what he, my bigoted uncle, has done. I can only pray that my father is watching over me; this will be the fight to the death, and I cannot invite my own death on these terms. Now a crash overhead of thunder roars, and a flash of lightning strikes down at me, scarcely missing me by the hair of my tail. I rush on; knowing that any turn I take may present me with the greatest confrontation of my life. The prize in sight is one I cannot afford to lose: the end of my uncle's treacherous reign.