So here is the first memory, and where the parents of Scar make their first appearance. I hope the more complicated human conversion is coming off okay in this. Once again I know that by the canon of my Original Trilogy, Scar and Mufasa were born in the late '60s, but here they were born in '49. Kind of AUing myself.

Haradion: Yeah, I though that personality would suit him. Anyway, I'm not just copying and pasting, I'm going over your work and doing the conversion manually so if there is any errors I'm picking them up and correcting them :)

Jonny2b: You'll see mate, in time.

Carrie Wolfe: Was I meant to? I don't want be a self-advertising jerk, but it looks like you don't mind. Strange to see the opener had that effect on you, as it was more meant to induce mystery than sadness. Anyway, thanks ;)

Scarstorm2000: As I said, the prologue was more of an irrelevant tension builder rather than something important to the plot. Anyway, you got what you requested with this chapter.

Cheers: JJZ-109


CHAPTER 2. THE 1950s

The mist cleared in a second, Scar looked at his surroundings and was instantly struck by how familiar they seemed. He saw the sun was still low in the sky, which meant it was early morning rather than midday like it had been before the mist, and the area seemed so much less developed. Old style art-deco buildings lined the streets, and were completely intact, as if the last few years of internal warfare had been erased. And there was much less vehicles, the only ones to be seen were cars like Chevy Nomads, Ford Thunderbirds, Bell-airs and so on. Cars from an era long ago.

In the distance the palace stood against the base of the mountain, but it was much smaller and didn't have the modern renovations or expansions built on, nor the perimeter electric fence. Not to mention the lack of war related equipment; with the exception of spotlights that Mohatu had been too lazy to remove following WW2.

"Where are we?" Scar asked cautiously. Kivuli nodded at the palace in the distance.

"Well, if I were to guess...It kind of looks like Prideland City." Ammit replied sarcastically.

"No shit."

"Then did you ask? The location hasn't changed...just time."

"Enough of the bullshit. When are we then smart-ass?" Scar growled.

Ammit smiled, but the face he pulled held as much pleasure as the grin on a skull.

Scar rolled his eyes, and listened in on an old radio playing from a window near them.

"And its set to be lovely day today, reaching a maximum of twenty-five degrees Celsius and not a cloud in the sky! In latest news, Elvis Presley has revealed he will be touring the Pridelands in the next year, so get ready to buy your tickets folks! In other news, King Ahadi and Soviet Leader Nikita Kruschev are still struggling to reach an agreement for mutual nuclear disarmament. Tensions between the monarchy and the USSR at an all time high, when a Russian spy-plane was shot down over East Side last week. The Soviet government refuses to comment on the matter. This has been Ben Gibson, and playing next is some good rock and roll. Time is 9:27, date is the 29th of November, 1958. Farewell."

*Bob Dylan music starts playing*

Scar's jaw dropped in shock.

"Impossible..." The two made no comment, but Kivuli smiled a little.

"Recognize anyone?" Kivuli asked, and Scar looked away from the 'old' radio.

They were in the Prideland City square, which was nothing like what it was in the present. It was peaceful, a fountain stood in the middle and several pigeons drank from it. Old-fashioned barbers, Ice Cream parlors and diners lined the perimeter. No towering skyscrapers were around it. A shadow moved from behind a retro glass door of a diner, and the door swung open. Scar realized it was a young woman, in her prime. She wore dark blue shirt with a casual white scarf, white 50s style skirt with, as well as a ribbon in her brunette hair.

There was something vaguely familiar about her, and for a moment, Scar was confused. Then it hit him. He didn't know how he could have ever confused her with someone else. Scowling, he turned to his two companions.

"She died years ago! I watched her die; I was at her funeral. How can she be here?" As the memory passed, he felt a searing pain across his chest as he remembered that remarkable woman.

"A lady from your past, Scar?" Ammit asked. "Would never have thought it of you. She's one hell of a looker though..."

Scar looked away, his hand still on his heart.

"I don't want to see this...I can't. Show me something different."

"Who was she Scar?" Kivuli asked gently.

A lump formed in Scar's throat, as he looked at the woman, who seemed either unaware or ignorant of their presence in front of the diner. The sight of three full grown men staring at her would be enough to daunt any woman in that time.

"Her name is Uru, she died years ago...And she was my mother."

Kivuli looked at the woman again, and smiled.

"Look Scar, she ain't alone..."

The woman held the door open for her two children, who followed her out of the diner. She laughed at one of the two kids tugging on her dress and making stupid faces. The child had black hair, and green eyes the same as hers. The other child pushed his way out the front of the diner, looking out to the city. He wore a yellow t-shirt and had auburn hair combed neatly to the side.

Noticing her other child's preoccupation, the mother gently pushed her son off her and held his hand as she guided him over to the other child in the square.

She spoke to him in a soft, English voice.

"Is something bothering you son?"

The child seemed to snap out of his daze, and turned to her in surprise.

"I'm sorry mom, I was just thinking. Do you need something?" The child spoke politely unlike many others his age.

"Do I always have to need something to want to talk to you?" Uru held his head close to her body and hugged him tightly.

"Mom!" The child recoiled from the hug, embarrassed. His mother laughed.

The second child came over and put the other in a playful headlock.

"And what was our fearless prince thinking about? What mysteries of the universe have been solved in your deep thinking? What enlightenment has come upon our future King and leader?" He taunted playfully.

"Taka, be nice to your brother." Uru said to no effect, she was used to this sort of behavior.

The other child freed himself from the headlock and looked at Taka.

"I have come to the conclusion that my twin brother is an idiot who has taken it upon himself to behave as annoyingly as possible rather than like the Prince of the Pridelands.

He glared at his brother, who gave a smug smile. When Uru looked at him, he rolled his eyes.

"I apologize most sincerely my your highness. I shall stop my attempts at humor right away. Please, don't shoot me..." Taka said to his brother sarcastically.

The comment could have been sincere had Taka not twitched and burst into a fit of loud laughter. His brother arched an eyebrow, before bursting into uncontrolled laughter as well. Uru shook her head with a little grin.

"Oh, Ahadi what have we created? These two represent the future of the country and what do we have? A child who forgets he is a prince and a prince who forgets he's a child!"

The sound of deep laughter took all three of them by surprise and they all whirled round in unison. Taka was still choking on his laughter. A tall man walked towards the family. He wore a grey suit and a matching Fedora hat. His slick black hair was still visible from under it.

"DAD!" Both kids said in unison.

Taka ran up to his father and threw himself into a hug, hitting his father in the stomach with his head pretty hard.

"Ouch Taka!" Ahadi winced in pain as the impact of Taka winded him. Uru laughed.

"What's this? The great King Ahadi, defeated by his own nine year old son, without even putting up a fight?" Ahadi rolled his eyes and smiled.

He then swiftly put both Taka and Mufasa in a friendly headlock, one in each arm. The two kids giggled and grunted as they tried to break free, meanwhile Uru walked over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek.

"Well isn't this a lovely moment?" Ammit commented to Scar distastefully. Kivuli on the other hand seemed to be genuinely moved by the events before him.

Slowly, Scar stretched out his hand, as if to touch the family, then withdrew his hand at the last second, before shoving it into his pocket. He kept his voice steady, but he seemed to be shaking.

"They can't see us can they?" It was Ammit who answered.

"No. People have tried though. Tried to warn them of events coming, or talk to loved ones. It never works. They are only shadows of what has been. It will only cause more pain. Watch, give it a try..."

"But you said it would only cause more pain."

"Exactly..." Ammit replied, and smiled evilly.

Scar turned to him angrily.

"Are you looking for a problem?"

"I found you didn't I?" Ammit grinned provocatively.

Scar was on the brink of losing it with this guy. Meanwhile, the scene continued.

"I left Zuzu in charge. She can take care of things for the day. I just wanted to spend some time with my family." Ahadi told his wife.

"You can do that?" The young Taka interrupted with wide-open eyes.

"I am the King! I can do whatever I want!" Ahadi laughed, and Taka joined in with him. Noticing that Mufasa didn't join in, Ahadi motioned towards him.

"What's the matter?"

"Well the other day you said one of us was going to be king when you retired, and that you hadn't decided yet... So I thought it would be best if we started learning until you did. I mean, no one wants a King who spends all day screwing around, laughing at lame jokes and pulling pranks do they? It's a serious responsibility... Isn't it?"

Ahadi put a hand on Mufasa's shoulder and sighed.

"Yes son, it is a serious job. One of you will be King, and it will be hard. You will be isolated, even feared and the temptation to misuse the power you have is always there... Nobody is perfect, and making a mistake could hurt a lot of other people, not just yourself. It also makes having a family night impossible." He ruffled his son's hair gently, before continuing.

"So you should enjoy yourself when you get the chance. Look at Taka! I have never seen a larger bundle of energy. He lacks the brute force of a warrior, but despite that he has brilliant mind – And uses it! You've seen his elaborate pranks on the palace receptionists as much as I have... More so even, since you are so often part of them..." At this Mufasa smiled sheepishly.

"So being a King doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy yourself?" Mufasa asked suspiciously.

"It means you won't be able to enjoy yourself often, and you should make the most out of it when you can..." Then he grinned.

"But neither you nor your brother will be a King anytime soon, so enjoy yourselves." Ahadi smiled and slapped Mufasa on the back.

"So Mufasa's decided he doesn't want to be Prince misery guts after all." Ahadi announced to Uru.

"That's good Mufasa, what changed your mind?" Uru asked.

Mufasa didn't answer; he just slyly looked at Taka and swiftly wrapped his arm around his neck, catching him by surprise.

"It means I can get you back for getting me before..." Taka struggled against him and moved them both every which way.

"I wasn't ready!" Taka whined, before elbowing his brother in the stomach, making him release him. They then started playfully attacking each other again, just like a pair of young boys would.

The mists descended onto the family again, and they faded from view, leaving Scar, Ammit and Kivuli in the same position they were before.

"Well that was enlightening..." Kivuli said, turning to Scar.

"What do you know about it?" Scar snapped back at him defensively. He was still coping with the fact that he had just seen ghosts, and that he was now a ghost himself.

"I was just commenting on that nice little family scene. When was the last time you had a moment like that?"

Scar said nothing and looked away from them.

"Let's try a different question. What changed it? You were once so close to your family, what ripped you apart?" Ammit asked in his distinctive South African accent.

"Nothing ripped us apart, I just grew up. That was it. Mother died, and Father made Mufasa king. There was nothing else to it."

"It sounds like there was a lot more to it than that, Scar. Who was that other child? The one that Mufasa called 'brother'?"

"You know who, damn it." Scar growled.

"I want to hear you say it."

"His name was Taka, and he died a while ago."

"That's not true and you know it."

For the first time in years, Scar ran a finger down the scar on his eye, touching the white flesh beneath it. For all the years he had worn the scar, he avoided touching it, until then.

"Taka was killed when I got this. I stopped being Taka years ago." Finally he grew too impatient, and turned to Ammit, hoping to change the subject.

"Have you made your decision yet you Tony Montana try-hard?" He turned to Kivuli. "What about you Kangaroo Jack? Can I go now or what?"

"Not quite Scar. I think we still need to see more of your memories before we make a decision."

Once again, the air around them condensed to white mist.


How was it? Did I build up the 1950s atmosphere right? that was a major objective when writing this. I actually phoned my grandparents to find out some info. Sorry if it was too stereotypical. Anyway, I know all you many people who were hooked on MHV3 but never found this! Leave us a review!

This has been JJZ-109, and as always...Have a nice day.