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I awakened. I saw slivers of sunshine slipping into the den. I yawned and stretched. Time to watch the sun come up.

Mufasa was king! I remembered the instant that I stepped into the bright sunshine. I smiled. I took a deep breath and began to climb the winding path to the top of Pride Rock.

When I reached the top of Pride Rock, I was stunned. The golden lion with the red mane was sitting and watching the sun come up. But there was another lion with him. She had a dark coat.

I silently walked up behind them. It was a young lioness. They did not notice me, or if they did, they did not show it. The lioness was the young one that had joined the pride to help relieve the previous King of his pain. This bothered me. Why was she this close to my King? Why were they watching the sun come up. That was Mine and Mufasa's morning routine.

I continued to approach. I was so close to them. They had their backs to me. I just stared, holding back my tears. I was sure he still loved me, but then why was he with her? I had liked her! I had accepted her.

"Will you be my Queen, Sarabi?" Mufasa asked.

"I would love to be your Queen." Sarabi answered in her low, calm voice, before she began to purr.

"I love you." Mufasa said.

"I love you too." Sarabi replied, licking Mufasa's cheek affectionately. I imagined that Mufasa's eyes had gotten big all of a sudden. He froze for a long moment.

"I thought you loved me? I thought I was to be your queen?!" I cried. I could no longer hold back my tears.

"Sanaa –" both Mufasa and Sarabi cried, turning to me.

"What about me?" I cried, cutting them off, and my eyes overflowed.

"Sarabi is older than you are. I was going to tell you about us –" Mufasa explained.

I cut him off again. "When, at the wedding ceremony?!" I snarled, turning and racing down the long stone path downwards.

I just kept running. I had worked up my stamina from that night when Mufasa had first proclaimed his love for me. I raced away, blinded by tears, until I came to the clear blue pool.

I lay flat in the grass. The grass was much longer, and browned now. I blended in well. I sobbed and shook for hours. I didn't stop crying when the sun began to set, but I had run out of tears.

I hoped that something would come along and kill me as I sobbed into the pool. I had nothing left to live for. Sarabi had robbed me of the only lion who I had ever truly cared about. I hated her for that.

I heard something behind me. My claws extended. If it was Mufasa, I would kill him. Everything was blurry from the tears. I blinked to clear my vision. I saw a dark brown lion with a black mane.

"Oh, it's only you Taka." I sighed, turning back to the blue pool.

"What's the matter?" He asked in his smooth voice, lying down beside me.

"My life is ruined. I have nothing to live for." I sobbed.

"You too?" Taka asked.

I was still very upset, so I buried my head in Taka's mane and cried some more. "You would be a much better King than Mufasa." I sobbed.

"Let's go back to my den. You can stay with Uncle Scar until you feel better." Taka replied, putting his paw on my shoulder and referring to himself in the third person.

"I don't want to go back." I sobbed, pulling away from him, and turning my back to him.

"Lets go back to my den and you can tell me the whole story." Taka said calmly.

"Alright." I sighed, standing up.

As I walked towards Taka's den, I told him the whole story. I took my anger out on everything in my path. I ripped the bark off of several trees, destroyed three small bushes, and pushed rocks out of place.

By the time we arrived at Taka's den, I had no feeling left. In both my forelegs and my heart. I still hated both Mufasa and Sarabi. I was still very hurt by what they had done to me, but I was no longer upset, or angry.

"Thank you Taka." I said.

"Now you go on home. You may still have a place in Mufasa's pride." Taka replied.

"I'm not sure I still want a place in his pride." I replied bitterly.

"You don't want a place in the king's pride? The pride that during a famine, will still eat, while other prides go hungry?" Scar asked.

"Alright. You know best." I replied, turning to go.

"Trust Uncle Scar." Taka replied.

"Taka, why do you keep calling yourself Uncle Scar?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"I don't know. Mufasa calls me Scar. Sarabi calls me Scar. Zazu calls me Scar. Everyone calls me Scar. You are the only one who calls me Taka." he answered after a long silence.

"No, I mean, why Uncle Scar?" I asked.

There was another long silence. "I suppose because Mufasa is old enough to be your father, as am I, but I am Mufasa's brother. Oh, I don't know." Taka sighed.

I nodded and rubbed my head in his mane. I lingered for a long moment, not sure what to do when I got back to Pride Rock.

"Scar, I cot you an an-hello." came a muffled voice from the doorway.

I stopped hugging Taka and looked around. I saw the figure of a young lioness in the doorway, holding the leg of an antelope in her mouth. I turned to look at Taka quickly. I could see that he didn't like her very much, or didn't he like me? I couldn't tell.

The young lioness's mouth dropped open, the antelope leg fell to the stone ground of Taka's cave. Her eyes were big, and her claws flexed. "What is she doing here? And what are you doing?" She growled.

"She was upset. Mufasa hurt her. I was trying to help her feel better." Taka explained slowly. "Nothing more than that."

"But she – you – I saw – Why were you hugging?" she asked. The young lioness slowly began to approach me. I stepped away from Taka, flexing my claws a little. She began to back me against the wall. She was angry, I could tell that as plain as night or day. I wondered whether she was going to kill me or not.

She crouched down, ready to fight me. I was now convinced that she would kill me. Why was she so protective of Taka? Questions raced through my mind. I slowly crouched down. If she was going to kill me, I wasn't going to let her make it easy. She would have to fight, and fight I would. I would use everything I had.

"She was thanking me Zira." Taka said.

"Zira?!" I asked, pouncing on her.

She backed against the wall, unsure. I hadn't attacked her, but pounced playfully on her back. I remembered her, but did she remember me?

"Who are you?" Zira asked.

"Sanaa. Don't you remember me?" I asked.

Zira had been my best friend when we were cubs. Then, Zira met some other cubs, and we stopped playing together so much. I had met Mufasa, and we had become fast friends.

"Sanaa?" Zira asked. Then she pounced on me.

"Would you like some antelope?" Taka asked. "I can imagine that Mufasa and the Pride have already eaten today."

The three of us ate the antelope together, then I returned to Pride Rock. I had been reunited with a good friend, that I decided to spend more time with. Now I had nobody except Zira.

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