Author's Note

Hi! I'm Samual Jennings. I've been a fan of Lion King for a while now. I've always felt sorry for Taka (aka Scar ); especially with the situations in his younger life. So, I've decided to start writing a fanfiction about these events in his perspective. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lion King, nor it's canon characters. Disney owns them. I still maintain ownership of my OCs and any original ideas.

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Prologue

It was a relatively quiet evening in the Pridelands. The animals were partaking of their evening water rations; as they were in the midst of a great drought. The animals slowly disbursed, and scattered back to their homes for the evening.

However, they weren't going to get any sleep just yet. Just as many are beginning to bed down, a wail can be heard all throughout the Pridelands. Those uninformed may not have a clue as to who or what could be making that horrible noise. Some of the more suspicious in these lands might deem it a bad omen. However, for the lions near to Pride Rock, they know exactly what is going on.

Uru is in labor, about to give birth to her first cub. Ahadi is there beside her, comforting her. She's wailing out at the pain of it. All the other lionesses are around her, helping her get through the process. Eventually, Uru makes one last push, and the cub is delivered by a lioness named Uaminifu.

"He's here. And he's a male," Mini informs. She carries him gently in her mouth, and sets him down in front of Uru.

Uru, in turn, begins to lick him clean of her fluids. The cub has reddish-brown fur just like she does. He also has striking emerald eyes. Uru calls attention to Ahadi. "Look. It's our son, and future heir. He's simply beautiful."

While she continues to nuzzle the cub, and lay all sorts of affections out to her little boy, Ahadi was surveying the cub's faculties. He was pretty skinny compared to most newborn male cubs. The shape of his skull wasn't that well equipped for hunting either. "Kind of scrawny, isn't he..." Ahadi comments.

Uru looks up at her mate. "What do you mean he's 'scrawny'? You have a healthy cub and heir. Are you not satisfied?" She rolls onto her side to allow her cub to get a drink of her milk. The little cub hobbles over to her breasts, tripping and falling a couple times along the way, before he begins to suckle.

Ahadi just stares at the cub, and his prevalent physical weaknesses. "How could this thing possibly be my heir? Wobbly legs, tucked in chest; even his face is out of shape..."

Uru instinctively covers her cub's ears with her paws. "Ahadi, he's just a newborn. We'll feel him regularly and make sure he's well cared for. He's bound to get stronger. Just, please, be patient until then." Uru looks up at him with puppy eyes.

Ahadi sighs. "You have another cub on the way soon, correct? If this one gets stronger before the new one comes, I'll let him be heir. Otherwise, we'll have to look for other options. One season. That's the time you have to make this cub strong. Got it?"

Uru looks down to the ground. "As you wish, Sire. But don't worry, he will be a suitable heir."

"He'd better be..." Ahadi quips. Then he walks outside, presumably to get some fresh air; but Uru believes he just wants to get away from his unwanted son.

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Over the weeks following, Uru did her absolute best to raise her son up as a big, strong lion. But however much she fed him, or helped him to exercise, his condition never changed. He did get bigger, as cubs inevitably do; but alas, stature and physical strength are not always one in the same. His physique was just as it was when he was born.

All through the season, Ahadi spent hardly any time with his infant son. As such, the young cub never really grew attached to Ahadi as a parent. Instead, he grew quite fond of his mother; as she was there to care for him and help him to experience the joy of life, as best as she could.

Eventually that season, Uru gave birth again; this time to a much stronger cub, more "fit", by Ahadi's standards. He had light golden-brown fur, brown eyes, and a broad face and chest; just like his father.

Since the newer cub was seemingly a better choice for heir, Ahadi decided to present him as such. He gently picked him up with his mouth, walked out onto the tip of Pride Rock, and presented him to all the animals in the Pridelands as heir to the throne. He also decided to name him Mufasa, which roughly translates to "a King in good condition".

Soon afterward, Uru informed Ahadi that it was time for him to name his older son. He decided to name him Taka, because, "He is a waste, left wanting." Uru was very sad and angry at Ahadi's apparent hatefulness toward the son which was not his favorite. Unfortunately, there was little she could do. Such was just the way of things, for now.

Uru only held onto Taka tighter thereafter. "You are not a waste," she reassures him. "You are wonderful. You hear me? Simply wonderful..."

Thus begins the story from the eyes of a cub named Taka.

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Author's Note

...To be continued. I hope you're enjoying my story so far. Please feel free to review my work. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but please no flames. I don't know how often I'll be able to release new chapters, but hopefully the next one will come out soon.

See ya next time!...