Author's Notes: I own nothing except possible OCs, everything else belongs to Disney. Also, this A/N goes for the entire story. Thought I'd let you readers know so I don't have continually write the disclaimer.


Lion King: Change of Heart

Chapter 1: Prologue

Claw slipping...

The sounds of thundering hooves in the gorge below...

The look of utter fear in his eyes...

Scar looked down on his brother as the larger lion held on for dear life against the cliff wall, no emotions his yellow-green eyes.

"Scar! Bro-brother! Help me!" cried Mufasa as he began to steadily lose his grip more and more.

The brown lion does nothing but stare at the bigger lion as if not caring but if one were to look closely at his eyes, one would see a battle taking place inside his mind...


Scar's Mindscape...

A brown cub with a black fur tuft atop his head, struggled against the chains he was bound by.

"I won't let you kill him!" snapped the cub as he continued to struggle.

"This is what you've always wanted you ungrateful brat!" snapped a lion with a scar across his eye, his dark eyes glowing.

"No it isn't! I wanted to be king but not like this!"

"Why should it matter? You'd still be king."

"With my brother's death on my conscience? No thanks!"

"With me, there is no right or wrong, just your way."

"I don't care anymore! You're just something my father created by neglecting me! I'M NOT YOU!"

The cub suddenly escaped his chains and pounced at the lion who was caught off guard but quickly recovered and slapped the cub away.

"See? Without me, you're like your father always said; weak and pathetic." sneered the lion looking down at him.

"I'm not weak! I'm a not pathetic! I'm me you overgrown arrogant murderer!" snarled the cub as he lunged at the lion again, this time surrounded by a bright light in the shape of a larger lion.

"You will never win!" snarled the lion as he swung at the cub, claws extended.


The Gorge...

"SCAR! HELP ME!" yelled Mufasa as his claws suddenly lost their grip on the cliff face and he began to plummet towards the stampeding wildebeests below only to suddenly have his paws grabbed by his brother.

"Sorry I'm late." said Scar calmly and he began to help his brother up.

Once Mufasa was on the ledge, Scar looked away and began to walk away.

"Scar, where are you going?" said Mufasa getting up after he managed to calm his racing heart.

"Away. I planned this, to kill you and Simba. I don't deserve to be your brother Mufasa." said Scar not turning back but then he remembered...

"Where's Simba?" said Scar turning around and the two began to look for the cub.

"Sire! Hyenas spotted not too far from here!" cried Zazu flying up to the two after he had recovered from Scar knocking him out earlier.

"No..." breathed Scar and he took off like a bullet.

After following four sets of tracks, Scar came upon Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed near a ledge that led down into a major thorny area, a piece of gold fur hanging from Banzai's mouth.

"What have you done?!" yelled Scar advancing on the hyena trio.

"We did what you told us, we killed the cub!" snapped Shenzi.

"You idiots! That wasn't part of the plan at all! The herd was supposed to kill him! Why am I even talking to you three anymore? You killed my nephew!" snarled Scar before he lunged at the three. Surprised yelps could be heard from the two who where within Scar's range as he bit into their flesh, ripping and tearing in anger until they were silent.

"Um...I actually just arrived." said Ed catching Scar off guard.

"Since when can you talk?"

"Um...oops...heh...long story. Those two didn't fill me in on when we were gonna chase the herd so...I just got here. Really I did." said Ed.

"Did you happen to see them kill Simba?"

"No. All they told me was that they got Simba and had ripped him apart and licked up the blood...and apparently ate the bones too."

Scar sighed before he sadly picked up the piece of fur with his mouth and went off to find Mufasa, to tell him the bad news, Ed hesitantly following.

If the two had followed the barely visible blood trail near the ledge of the cliff, they would have saw an injured cub climbing carefully through the thorns, tears spilling from his eyes, not only from the pain by what he had learned from the hyenas.

"Why uncle Scar? Why?" cried Simba softly as he continued to try to escape the thorny forest, despite his wounds and the three claw marks across his face.(1)


END CHAPTER

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(1) Anyone know who gave Simba the claw marks?