Scar had been banished from the Pridelands, leaving Simba, Nala and the rest of the pride to believe he was dead. He struggled to lift himself from where the hyenas left him, torn, battered and dehydrated.
As Scar crawled from the lands, stumbling along the way, he found a tiny watering hole. The distance to the waterhole seemed so close, yet so far. Scars bones couldn't carry him for much longer and he collapsed, just a foot away from the water. Using all his strength and might that what was left in him he dug his claws into the dirt, heaving himself over the water. Scar lapped up the water until he had his fill and lay there weakly.
Suddenly, there was rustling from behind him. It sounded like running... Scar shot his head up, and then felt a sneering pain across his skull, forgetting where the hyenas had hurt him. 'Damn hyenas' Scar muttered and placed his head back on the ground, forgetting about the rustling he previously heard.
Gazing into the reflection of the water, Scar saw two dark figures coming towards him, one was smaller than the other, he squinted trying to make out the tallest who was quickly approaching, but before his eyes could adjust, there was another sneering pain flowing through his head to his chest. Suddenly, everything went black...