The Lion King
Prologue - The Daughter of Scar is born
As the morning sun rises upon the African savannah, Scar - second born prince of Pride Rock - paces outside the cave, anxiously awaiting the birth of his child. His older brother, the king of the Pridelands, waits with him.
''Scar, be patient,'' the king advises, watching his brother pace back and forth. The prince responds with a low growl. ''It has been over an hour! Is she alright?'' The king nodded. ''She is fine, brother, I assure you.'' ''Your assurance does not help my nerves at all.'' The king narrowed his eyes at him. Though he understood his brother's frustration, Scar should know better than to speak to him in such a way. He was still the king.
''It would be in your best interest to sit and calm yourself, brother.'' Scar turned to the king, he held back a growl that was rumbling in his belly. ''I will be calm after this child is born. And I do not need any advice from you!'' ''I am just trying to help-'' ''I did not ask for it!'' The king sighed. There was obviously no way to convince him that everything was alright. He continued to watch him pace, his mind swimming with things to say. ''I hope you do not behave this way when my cub is born.'' he said, again narrowing his eyes. Scar scoffed. The king grunted. He spoke again, saying, ''At least try and be happy about this. You're going to be a father, Scar.'' The lion's eyes rolled, a groan escaped him. ''If it's anything like the brats that run around here, I'm not amused by that fact.''
Scar continued to pace, growing more and more frustrated as time passed. Finally, Sarabi - the queen of Pride Rock and King Mufasa's mate - stepped out of the cave, a smile spread upon her face. Scar ceased his pacing and stared at her, his body trembling slightly. The queen said nothing, she simply nodded and gestured him inside. Scar did not hesitate as he hurried into the cave, his brother following behind.
As soon as Scar entered the cave, he froze. Green hues stared down at the lioness curled up in the cave, her paws nesting a small ball of fur. The lioness' head perked up and she smiled. For the longest time, neither of them said anything, they just stared at each other. Scar began to move towards her, slowly. His mate bowed her head and gave a gently lick across the newborn cub's back. It stirred and turned slightly. It's eyes fluttered open and in that moment, Scar's breath was taken away. His cub has big green eyes, his eyes. They were beautiful.
The cub looked around, curiously. When its eyes met its father's, it blinked and streched a tiny paw out. Scar bowed his head, allowing the cub to pet his nose. He smiled, much to Mufasa's surprise. Scar's head lifted and he looked at his mate. ''A boy or a girl?'' he asked. She smiled and replied, ''A girl.'' Scar sighed, contently. He had a daughter, a beautiful little girl. Scar's head nudged his mate's. ''What shall we name her?'' he asked, as he stared at the small child. His mate watched her as well. She paused, wondering what would be the perfect name for her. ''Aziza.'' she said, finally. ''Her name is Aziza.'' Scar's eyes looked from his mate to his cub. He smiled. ''Aziza...It is perfect.''