Here is a little, short and finished fanfic about Scar, written by me. He thinks about his life, and why it ended the way it did... It just came to me, and I had to write it down. Do you like it? If you do, please tell me with a review... Atrice
Life was not fair
Life is not fair, is it? I never thought it was… and now, I have left the Pridelands, soon I will be a shining star on that sky! After all, I was a king… at this moment, in the end, I see that everything went as planned in this socalled Circle of Life… eat or be eaten, live or let live – that's what they say, never take more than you give...
Did anyone ever give anything to me? Nothing was ever given to me, I had to struggle, I had to fight and think to become what I in the end became. I had to take it myself, noone would ever give me anything; not a hug or a cuddle, not even just a friendly word when I was a cub. Nobody ever loved me – my mother, she loved my father and adored the hairball they called Mufasa. He looked a lot like our father; all I inherited from him, was my green eyes – not even his strength, all that was what Mufasa got. He also got a lot of love though, from our parents, from the entire pride. I didn't look like anyone – my mother said I looked like her father, but she came from another pride long away from our Pride Rock, and I never knew him. I would have loved to meet someone like myself, someone with a dark mane and pelt, someone who would love me for being me – not hate me for that very same reason.
Below me is the fire, and I can see what is left behind of me. A bundle of dark pelt and fur, covered with blood and a few hyenas licking that up. I was a fool, when I chose to let them help me. Hyenas are brutal creatures, they just want to eat and do not care if it's old or fresh meat. They would eat it rotten, would they… awful beasts as they are...
But now I carry away with myself, I really shouldn't do that now. Mufasa is waiting for me up there, with our father Ahadi. I wonder if my grandfather will be there too – if any other lions like me will be up there? I know I will have to join Mufasa and the rest of the kings of our pride, but will I ever be able to guide anyone? Lead them through life, tell them what to do… I know, it was Mufasa who sent Simba back to clain the throne from me. He guided Simba, but I do not have any cubs or heirs to guide.
I can see him down there, Simba… the kings clear the sky, the rain stops and the stars shine bright on the night sky now. He is roaring to the sky, and Nala joins him. The entire pride joins him, they roar because the battle is over and I am there no longer…. I never had a pride who cared for me, who adored me. They did belong to me, but I never belonged to them…
I must be going, they're waiting for me to join them. The old kings of the past – a row I'll join, but I will never really be a part of them. The next generation is ready on Pride Rock, and I'm off…
soon a new star appeared on the dark blue sky above the savannah… but it was not a bright star, and there were no bright stars near it. The star was alone, and in times to come, tales would be told of the lonely star, never loved by any of the others. And forever they would wonder – why?