A CHANGE OF FATE.
Scar isn't evil, Simba is.
After the stampede, Simba was injured and lost. When he returns almost a full year later, everything has changed. Mufasa and Sarabi's new cub Kefir is now the heir to Pride Rock... Angry at his father's betrayal, Simba vows to have his revenge.
PROLOGUE.
Simba ran for his life, sobbing in terror he leaped up a dead tree to escape the oncoming wildebeest..
Zazu flew ahead of Mufasa and Scar, down into the canyon. He spotted Simba, clinging precariously to a tree.
Simba looked up at him, his eyes wide with terror. "Zazu! Help me!"
"Your father is on the way!" Zazu told him, "Hold on!"
Losing grip, Simba watched as Zazu flew back towards his father, "Hurry!"
Mufasa and Scar were on the lower ledges of the gorge. Zazu flew back to Mufasa and pointed out where Simba was. "There! There! On that tree!"
Mufasa saw his son clinging desperately to the tree, "Hold on Simba!"
In the gully, a wildebeest rammed the tree Simba was on, breaking it. Simba screamed as he fell, instantly scrambling to his feet - . He was rammed head-first once, throwing him to the ground.
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The herd had passed, everything was clouded by dust. Mufasa bounded to the canyon floor, with Scar right behind him,. Simba was nowhere to be seen.
Coughing, Mufasa stared around, desperately looking for his son. "Simba!"
Scar stood beside his brother, wide-eyed with shock at what had happened; Simba had been engulfed by the stampeding wildebeest, there was little hope he had survived.
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Simba staggered, nearly falling as he limped, in what he hoped was the way home.
He was dazed from the blow from the wildebeest, his head throbbing painfully with each step.
He remembered everything, his father calling out to him, falling from the tree... And running desperately in front of the terrified wildebeest, his cries for help drowned out by the thundering hooves.
Panting for breath, Simba stopped, his chest heaving as he closed his eyes. "I didn't run this far," he couldn't have.
Growling angrily, Simba shook his head, looking frantically in every direction for anything familiar - there was nothing, nothing even remotely familiar, he had gone the wrong way, he was lost!
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"Simba!"
Scar closed his eyes, his shoulders drooping as he shook his head. "Mufasa, stop." There was no conceivable way that Simba could have ended up this far away from the gorge.
Mufasa ignored him, staring out over the plain. "Simba!"
Walking to Mufasa's side, Scar sighed. "He's gone, Brother..."
"We can't give up!" Mufasa glared at Sacr, "he's out here, somewhere, we have to find him!"
Scar closed his eyes, "there's no way he could have survived the stampede..." His voice breaking, Scar shook his head, "Simba is dead, Mufasa."