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Ed hyena looked for Banzai hyena and both looked for Shenzi, who's hit face healed painfully since the attack. After they found her they were far enough from Pride Rock to meet Scar, the three were in a terrible trouble. The murder was important. Now it was a hard challenge to give Scar his throne. But, after all, Pride Lands had weakened and a new king hadn't been chosen yet. Scar knew the opportunity was still there behind enemies; real adversaries from his own family. A new strategy needed to be planned.
There would be an awful consequence for Shenzi and her war buddies for allowing this to happen, it was impossible to imagine. "Why you didn't catch that rat?"
"Says the fool who got lost in those light grasses!" Shenzi replied to Banzai. "That bulky missus queen stroke my head while you just watched. You're pathetic!" The hyena snarled at him. He showed his teeth. Ed covered his head with his paws as he trembled. They pounced on each other and bite their coats rolling over the dirt. Ed watched the fight, but a lion caught his attention.
Scar arrived to hear the news. "Oh, Scar," Shenzi told him, "I'm sure you'll be the king."
"Did he die?" Scar asked evilly, looking at their eyes.
"Die?" Banzai giggled, "Who died?"
"The little…" Scar stepped to them with intimidation, "…ball…" the hyenas stepped back with lowered heads, "…of…" Scar stopped walking, "…Mufasa!" Scar shouted and roared. His breath reached them. They feared their leader.
"Oh!" they shakily said. "The prince!"
"What happened!" Scar questioned.
"He…humm…he…Ed?" Shenzi and Banzai asked. As response, the crazy Ed laughed. "He escaped," Banzai said.
"Idiots!" Scar told them.
Sarabi and Simba were alone down a tree near Pride Rock. The queen was comforting her son. "Don't cry sweetie. Why so sad?" Sarabi said. "You know you shouldn't go that far away." Simba wasn't ready to tell what happened. Sarabi looked relaxed, and raised her head up to see the horizon and the orange sky of the evening, waiting to the king's arrival. Soon the cub could think on what to say.
"Mom," Simba said, "it was Scar."
"What?" Sarabi said.
"At…at the Gorge. He…he…" Simba hesitated, "dad is dead."
"What do you mean Simba?" Sarabi looked worried. Simba was stressed and sad. He should have said it before.
"Uncle Scar killed him."
Sarabi looked at him sadly. "Is this serious serious?" She looked at the Gorge, at Pride Rock, at many other points; she was confused. "Come with me," she told Simba.
At Pride Rock, the queen left Simba protected. Some of the lionesses would go to seek Mufasa around Pride Lands. They went down to the canyon to see first of all. They walked through it with almost no light. Not too much time passed before they found the king as dead as the rocky floor. When Sarabi saw him some steps away, she stopped to inhale some air before approaching it. The lionesses just watched in horror. Sarabi got depressed. She continued walking slowly, went around the dead body to see Mufasa's face, and nuzzled him. "Mufasa," she whispered. Then she broke down.
Scar watched them from above at the high rocks. He was waiting to see Sarabi alone and kill her. It wasn't working, but he got an idea. He went down and met the group of lionesses. Sarabi had her eyes closed. "To loose a brother is sad, but to loose a mate must be terribly heartbreaking," he told to the laid down queen.
"Scar?" she said. It looked like she was a little angry. "Why you didn't come to tell me about this?"
"Oh, your majesty, I thought you had been looking for him. I thought Simba had already told you hours ago," he said.
Sarabi frowned and stood up. "No, Scar, you're wrong." She faced him and shook her head. "He told me something different, he told me you made this."
"Me? Do I look like a wildebeest? Of course not," Scar explained, "your son must be scared you judge him because the king wouldn't have died if he hadn't come here when…"
"Scar," Sarabi interrupted, "I don't want to talk about this today." Scar didn't responded. "You must come tomorrow." She stared back at Mufasa and dropped some tears. They would grieve for some more time. Scar was just very angry; he left.