Chapter 1: regrets

"Scar, brother!" The king cried dangling onto the edge of a cliff that would drop him directly into the gorge below if he let go.

To make matters worse, there were wildebeest stampeding at a high speed, the fall would surely trample the king to death.

"Help me!" Mufasa cried, panic in his eyes, praying that his brother would help him up.

Scar stood at the scene registering the possibility.

His heart halted having the power over someone's life at that very moment was shocking.

He had planned everything. He had gotten the Hyenas to help start a stampede and set up Simba's helplessness for his brother as bait. He had everything according to plan, all was left now was to kill both the king and Simba and claim the throne as his.

But was ending a life really worth being on the throne? All he wanted was to feel important, to feel that through his pathetic life he had felt one spark of happiness. And all for that he was going to end his brothers life and kill his nephew?

Mufasa was dangling onto the cliff wall helplessly losing grip as each moment passed. He grunted trying hard to pull his strength up from the slippery rock.

And instead of being stabbed in the paws by scar, a gentle force pressed down onto his paws pulling him up.

With all his strength combined with his brothers own strength he pulled him up onto the cliff edge.

Immediately scar had felt a sense of hatred towards himself. Why couldn't he do it?! He would've had the crown by now!

Mufasa panted looking down in relief as the last herd stampeded through the gorge.

All went quiet.

Scar looked away not wanting to face his brother.

Finally after regaining breath, the lion king stood up looking towards his younger brother.

"Scar." He started. Scar winced feeling already hopeless. He couldn't even bring himself to kill his rival.

"You saved my life..." He said smiling as the words hit scar in the back like a blade.

"yes well you should be glad I didn't release you" He said darkly.

Mufasa was about to roar at his brother for saying that, but after being saved he stood there speechless as scar walked off ashamed of his cowardliness.

Mufasa went to find Simba and tell him all was right, but he couldn't help but ponder at the words that scar had said before.

"Dad, are you okay?" The lion cub looked up at his father in worry. "Yes, I'm okay son" He smiled down at Simba as the cub continued to talk.