A/N First I came up with a cub for Scar, and just said that her mother (not Zira) was dead. Then I wondered how Scar would react in a zoo. Over time, it changed to a sanctuary (actually, just an enclosed area in Africa that is miles in width and length) Then this story was born.

This is actually the first in three stories, forming one series: The King of the Sanctuary. I do not own any Lion King characters; only my own.

Chapter 1

When he woke up after something had stung him in the hindquarters, Scar had found himself in a strange place. It looked like a small den, just big enough for him to stand and turn around in, made of flattened trees. The bottom had dried grass. Sighing, Scar recalled the last memories he had before passing out...

Instead of running around Pride Rock, Scar ran away from the fire and his angry nephew to the one place he could think of: the Elephant Graveyard.

By the time he got there, he was exhausted. He sat down and looked behind him at the burning Pride Rock. Snarling, he smacked a bone away as hard as he could. "Those blasted hyenas! I told them to kill him! Can they not follow a simple order?"

Then, a twig snapped. He jumped and turned in the direction, praying to the lion god, Maahes, it wasn't Simba.

To his surprise, it was two creatures that resembled monkeys. But these had no fur, aside from on their heads, and had strange materials on their torsos, legs and feet. Also, one had tan-colored vines, while the other had a long stick.

Scar raised one eyebrow as they pointed at him. The one with the stick raised it up, pointing at him. Then, something sharp popped out, hitting him in the flank. He growled and ran towards the creatures. They ran away from him and jumped into a strange object with round stones on the bottom. The stones turned, causing the object to run away. Scar chased after it, Simba and Pride Rock clear out of his mind, until he realized he was growing sleepy. Finally he collapsed.

Scar tried once again to claw out of the wooden prison, but to no avail. He lay down and growled softly. He was hungry, and he wanted to go home.

Then, the prison was lifted up from the outside. He teetered to the side before regaining his balance. The prison was moved until it was dropped presumably to the ground. Then, in front of him, the end was removed. Sunlight flooded the inside of the prison.

Scar ran out, expecting to see the familiar Pride Lands. Instead, to his shock, it was a completely different world. It had familiar grass and trees, so he knew he was still in Africa. But not anywhere familiar.

He turned around to see the creatures tying thin, stiff, barbed vines to one of many short, leave-less trees. He ran and jumped at them, but the moment he touched the vines, an electric shock ran through his system. Surprised, he jumped back and ran away.

He stopped and looked around. He eventually sat down and sighed. Nothing looked familiar. "Where did those creatures drop me off at?" He growled.

His ears perked up at a roar. He trotted towards the source, and found a herd of zebras galloping. He licked his lips and ran alongside them. He leapt at one, but bumped into something roughly his size, if not smaller. "Watch where you're going!" A fair feminine voice growled. He saw a blur of black barrel towards the zebras.

Determined not to lose any food, Scar ran after the zebras as well, easily passing whomever it was who had yelled at him. He leapt at a zebra that was slower than the others. It collapsed and struggled, but he kept it down and killed it with one bit to the throat. Before he could dive in though, something tackled him from the side. Rolling onto his back, he kicked it away and stood up.

To his surprise, it was a lioness. She was black, with dark gray eyelids and ear linings, lighter dark gray on her snout and underbelly, a black tail tuft, and aquamarine eyes. She pushed herself up and snapped, "What's the big idea? That could have been myzebra!"

"Yet it isn't." Scar answered flatly.

"It would have been if you hadn't pushed me!"

"I did nothing of the sort! You were simply in my way."

"Stop making excuses! Just who do you think you are anyway?" Now her snout was shoved in his face.

"I think I am a lion who doesn't know where he is." He answered with a cocked eyebrow. "A lion who's been taken from his home, and put in an unfamiliar place."

The lioness's glare softened until it had left her face entirely. "…Oh. I had no idea." She backed away and sat down. "I'm terribly sorry."

"You should be." Scar furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

"I am. Honest. It's just that we haven't had many new lions come lately."

"We? Where exactly am I?"

"Where you are standing in now is the lion field, in what is known as the African Safari Lion Sanctuary. I don't know much, but apparently the human's goal is to breed lions in a comfortable and safe environment."

"Humans?"

"Those creatures who brought you here."

"Oh yes." Scar nodded.

"There are more lions here. You may eat if you'd like, and then I'll take you there."

Scar nodded and began eating the zebra. He hadn't had fresh zebra in who knows how long, so he didn't waste any. He glanced up at the dark lioness, who was still sitting on the other side of the carcass. "Will you be eating?" He asked.

She shook her head. "In our ways, the only lions who share a carcass at once are family or mates. Besides, I was only hunting for dinner. I'm not hungry, thanks."

Scar shrugged as he continued eating. Once his stomach was full, he stood up. "Alright, where is this home of yours?"

"Follow me." The lioness turned and began walking away; Scar followed. "By the way, my name is Rose."

A/N I know, cliche of Scar to get captured by humans. But how else would he get into a sanctuary? (Like I said, it's just a humongous fenced field)

Rose, and the rest of the lions in this, are OCs. Rose's pelt was inspired by Kiara32's character, Dark/Kione, who has a black pelt. He's in her latest story, The Lion King 4: A Single Step.