Chapter Two

Simba's POV

That next day started off like any other normal day, except for the fact that my parents were still fuming mad with me when I went back to the den

"Where have you been?" My mom shouted at me as I walked in

Good morning to you too, "I wasn't far." I answered truthfully

Mom seemed to let up a little when Dad shot her a quick disapproving glance, she turned to him and they began to whisper amongst themselves in a hurried sounding tone

Dad finally turned his attention to me, "We have decided that your punishment for what happened yesterday is that you aren't to leave the den without Zazu following you." he said

I sighed, "Ok Dad, will he have to follow me to the gorge to go meet with uncle Scar today?" I asked, hoping that my uncle's presence would let me off the annoying majordomo watch list

Dad shook his head, "your uncle can keep a good enough eye on you, now get a move on, you don't want to keep him waiting for too long." he replied

My spirits soared, with a smile I tore out of the den and made my way to the gorge, Uncle Scar had seemed pretty exited about something when he mentioned that I should meet him there, I really didn't see what was so cool about the place but I figured I'd humor him.

We met on the edge of the sheer cliff that dropped down into the gorge, "Ah hello Simba, so nice of you to be able to make it." he said in an unusually cheery voice

I smiled, "Hey uncle Scar, what's up?" I asked him as I walked over to his side and began to follow him

He looked up in the sky in an attempt to remember something, "The usual Simba, not much." he replied in a bored sounding voice.

"Oh, well..." I said, trying to find a topic for our conversation

Uncle Scar led me to a place where the cliff edge wasn't as steep, "Just slide on down Simba, I'll be right behind you." he said, giving me an encouraging nudge

The tiny gravels felt like trying to stand on a sheet of ice and I slid all the way down to the canyon floor, "That was awesome!" I shouted

I looked back up to where Uncle Scar stood, "Your turn Uncle Scar!" I called up to him

Uncle Scar slid down as though he'd been doing it for years, "Is it just me or does that hill get slicker?" he asked

I shrugged

"There's a good spot." he said, motioning to a medium sized rock and a seemingly randomly placed tree

"Now just wait, your father has a marvelous surprise for you." he said as we approached the 'good spot'

"Really? What is it?" I asked, hoping that he would divulge some or all of it

Uncle Scar tisked his tounge and said, "Oh Simba I just can't tell you."

I pressed, maybe he would slip up like he did with the elephant graveyard, "Aww, why not?"

"Simba, it's because this is between you and your daddy, you know, like a sort of... father/son...thing..." he said, trying not to spoil it

I tried one last time, "Hey uncle Scar, will I like the surprise?" I asked

With an unusual amount of glee he replied, "Simba, it's to die for..."

I had no Idea how right he really was

Scar's POV

Convincing Simba to stay put had gone over easier than I'd orignally planned, he'd taken the bait, now it was time for his father to do the same

I waited until the hyenas had begun their attack on the wildebeest herd before I began running toward Pride Rock, I put on my best concerned face and ran over to where Mufasa and Zazu casually observed the raging stampede in the distance

"Mufasa! Quick! Stampede, in the gorge, Simba's down there!" I shouted

He turned and looked back to the stampede, and with a look of horror he repeated, "Simba"

I motioned for him to follow me and we took off toward the gorge, I smiled inwardly at the ease of my plan. Soon Mufasa and Simba would meet their respective ends, and I would take the throne for myself.

We slid down the gravel face that Simba had enjoyed so thoroughly and landed on a small ledge, we both began scanning the seemingly endless stampede for little Simba, I had to feign being concerned for him to remain convincing.

"There! there! on that tree!" Zazu called out, pointing wildly to a small dead tree in the middle of the raging stampede

Mufasa, seeing his son hanging from the very end of the tree lept headlong into the stampede, throwing caution and his own personal safety to the wind.

"Oh Scar this is AWFUL, I know what I'll do, I'll go back for help!" Zazu said, his panic over the current situation obvious

I couldn't have him doing that, so I knocked him sprawling into a nearby rock face, knocking him unconscious

Free of Zazu's distraction, I began to track my brother as he made his way through the stampede, I watched as he was for the lack of a better term, beaten by the charging wildebeest, recieving a kick to the head at one point, I admired his endurance momentarily.

Mufasa managed to fight his way over to a spot on the cliff edge where he and Simba could climb up, he deposited Simba safely on the edge and just as I thought he was going to make it as well, a wildebeest hit him in his exposed flank, knocking him back into the stampede

"Dad!" I heard Simba call out

Moments later, Mufasa lept from the thunderous herd and dug his claws into the sheer cliff face underneath me, it looked as though he was going to climb out, but just as he reached the edge, he lost his footing.

Mufasa looked up at me, a look of terror that I'd never seen him have before was on his face, he bore his teeth as he tried to retain his failing grip on the rock face, "Scar! Brother, help me!" he called up to me

I looked down at him for several seconds, not moving; then suddenly I lashed out, digging my claws into his wrists, causing him to cry out in pain

I stared my frightened older brother in the eyes and with a gleeful smile I declared, "Long. Live. The King." then I released my claws, causing Mufasa to let go of the cliff face

And fall to his death.

Simba's POV

Dad had saved my life again, as he was getting ready to climb up to the safe area where he'd let me go, one of the wildebeest must've hit him, because he fell back into the stampede.

"Dad!" I called out, rapidly scanning the herd for where he landed, to see if he was ok.

Just as I started to freak out, he jumped up from the herd and grabbed onto the side of a really steep cliff and began to climb it, I watched him for a few seconds as he slowly but surely began to move upward.

I then tried to move to higher ground to see if I couldn't get a better angle to watch him, or if I couldn't find Uncle Scar to help him out.

Right as I got to the high ground, I heard my father scream, I turned to see him falling from way too high up.

"Noooooooo!" I shouted, joining my voice with my father's

I sprinted back down to the canyon floor, the stampede was now over, a thick cloud of dust was all that was left to mark the wildebeest herd's passing.

"Dad?" I called out, expecting to get a response from him

But my only response was a straggling wildebeest running at full speed in an attempt to catch back up with it's herd

I watched the wildebeest run into the dust cloud, and as I did so...

...I saw Dad, he lay underneath a small broken tree

I approached Dad cautiously, fearing that he might be in a lot of pain, "Dad?" I asked again, still recieving no answer

I looked at his eyes, they were closed, so I figured he was knocked out, and Nala had once told me that being knocked out was like being asleep. I bit onto his ear and shook his head, something I did to wake him up frequently, and it had always worked before.

But not this time.

I was freaking out again at this point, "Dad, c'mon. Wake up, we gotta go home... Dad?" I said, knowing that something was now very wrong

My voice began to crack as I shouted, "Help! Somebody! Anybody! ...help..." I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I began crying, I crawled up under one of my dad's paws and curled up in a ball

Uncle Scar's voice made me jump, "Simba, what have you done?" he asked

I went into panic mode, "There were wildebeest and he tried to save me... it was an accident...I didn't mean for anything to happen..."

Uncle Scar moved me closer to him and patted me on the back reassuringly, "Of course, of course you didn't, no-one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead..."

I recoiled at the use of such a strong word, my tears began to flow faster now

"...and if it weren't for you he'd still be alive." Uncle Scar added

Of course, my roar had started the stampede after all, so in a way it was my fault.

Uncle Scar kept it going however, "Oh, what will your mother think?" he asked

I jumped back at the thought, "What am I gonna do?" I asked, desperate for an easy solution to my string of problems

Uncle Scar got down in my face, and in an insistant tone he said, "Run away Simba, run, run away and never return."

I looked back at my Dad one last time, then I started running

Scar's POV

There was only one more thing to take care of before I could become king

"Kill him." I ordered the hyenas as they approached me from behind

They shot after Simba with bloodlust in their eyes, I looked over to my brother's corpse

"This time, you aren't here to save him Mufasa."

A/N: Ok, the stampede scene has always made me cry, in fact I think it is the only part in any movie where you'll see me cry, so I didn't like writing it all that much. keep a lookout for chapter 3 soon friends!

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