A/N I just wanted to let you all know from now on the chapters will be better and longer. The first three were just trials basically because I am still learning how to write Lion King characters. I know some about them though. Since Lion King is my fav movie ever. Eventually I will go back and rewrite the first three chapters. But from now on I will make them better quality and put all the time I can spare into them. And don't forget to Favorite, Follow and Review. That lets me know YOU want more chapters. That's all peace out.

The Black Prince

Chapter4: This is no fairy tale.

No One's POV

A/N IMPORTANT! I just want to thank one person for this chapter's greatness. ILoveTama, she helped me fix some parts (meaning most) of this chapter and made it awesome. So go check her out and her story (which is still ongoing) "Lean on Me". It's amazing. Well, I've done enough rambling so here. Enjoy.

"Who does he think he is!? He can't have a cub! No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! I should've been king, ME! Not him. Now that the little black freak's in the way so now I need to rethink my plans."

The rejected brother, who is fittingly named Scar, paced his den. Ranting on and on to him about how he should've been king. That cub ruined everything! That stupid little hairball wasn't even supposed to be born, and now he's forced to find a different approach in order to get what he wanted. What he truly believed he deserved. He needs to think of such a genius plan that will surely get rid of Simba and his idiot brother at the same time. He couldn't afford another setback. He needed help but, who would help him? He was the rejected brother, the weird, awkward one. His birth name Taka, to which he gagged at the mention means "dirt". Because that's exactly what he was treated like while his brother sits high and mighty on his throne, looking down on his subjects. His name means "King", while he was named after dirt. Typical. He was nothing and was always treated as such, although his brother tried to convince him otherwise…

0~0 Flashback 0~0

"Come on Taka, it's just a scar, don't let it change who you are." The young teen Mufasa pleaded out to his brother.
Ever since he got into that accident with a Rhino, A scar running from just above his left eye down across to the top of his cheek remained for an unfortunate reminder. Luckily he closed his eye in time not to be blinded by the incident but Mufasa could tell that his brother was emotionally affected and he worried for his brother like any big brother should. This wasn't like him.

"Oh, don't patronize me brother. And don't call me Taka you know I hate that name!" Mufasa's eyebrows rose, slightly surprised at his brother's outburst.

"Why not, Taka? Mother gave that name to you." The golden lion shed a small tear at the mention of their late mother.

Taka quickly spun around at looked his brother in the eye, their faces only centimeters apart. "Don't Call Me. Taka! Do you know what my name meansMufasa? It means dirt. I am named dirt, what kind of mother names her son dirt?! While you," He paused to let out a sinister chuckle, "Hahahaha, while you dear brother are named Mufasa. Do you know what that means? It means…
KING!" He said spitting out the last word like it was poison. Oh how much he loathed and envied that name.

"So, what? Dirt is just as important as the King is." Mufasa tried to reason with his tormented brother. "Without dirt the grass would not grow, the antelope could not feed, could the Zebras and Gazelle. You are just as important to the circle of life as I am. Please, I just want my brother back."

Taka looked at him in disgust before backing off and walking to his cave. He stopped suddenly and called out to his brother, over his shoulder. "Taka, is dead. I go by the name Scar now."

0~0 Flashback End 0~0

That was the last time he ever spoke to his brother, Not that he minded anyway. He preferred the solitude lifestyle because every time he leaves his cave he's treated like some freak show by the other wildlife in the kingdom. Like some kind of plague, like the Hyenas his father banished to the elephant graveyard.
Hyenas… That's it! He'll recruit those stupid lemmings to take the fall for his crimes and do all the grunt work. It's just what he needed.

0~0~o_o~0~0

Scar walked through the desolate barren place that these stupid, mangy poachers called home. It wasn't the worst place you could live, but it was home for the Hyena. It sure does look really depressing though, with all the elephant skeletons, earning it the name "Elephant graveyard". And the cobwebs and dust that had settled on all the bones made it look like something out of a fairy tale. Somehow, the Hyenas made the best of it, rationing their meals to make sure their young got the food they need. They may seem like cold-blooded killers but they weren't all that battle. However, Scar didn't care, as long as they do his bidding he didn't care. They're expendable, a mere line of pawns in his murderous game of chess, little pieces that would take on punishment for his unholy actions. Despite how evil the Hyenas are, Scar in comparison is like the Devil walking through the pearly gates of Heaven.

A few loose bones shifted and clattered to the ground, gaining the attention of a certain sleeping Hyena. She shifted uncomfortably before opening her eyes and yawning loudly. She gazed at Scar, who was smiling with a confident smirk on his face. The female blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. He wouldn't just walk in here would he? Only a fool would walk into the heart of Hyena territory and Scar has a reputation for being one of the smart lions.

"SCAR! What are you doing here!? Whatever it is it better be important or a swear I will smack the b-"

Scar brought his paw up to her face and silenced her, earning a small growl that was muffled from his paw. But that response merely widened his smirk and he slowly brought his paw down, confident she wouldn't hit him.

She knew better.

"Now, now, Shenzi there is no need for violence now is there? No? Good, well I am just going to cut to the chase. I need your… hmm… how do I say it? Help?" He finished with a fake innocent smile.

Shenzi looked at him skeptically. Her past experiences with Scar told her that he was most likely going for something big or else he would do it by himself. But the million dollar question is what? And how does it benefit her?

"Why should we help you, Scar? What have you ever done for us?" Banzai said appearing on Shenzi's left with a bumbling Ed following close behind. He sat down a little too close for Shenzi's liking but she kept quiet. Ed fell once or twice from his maniacal laughing and settled to a quiet chuckle before sitting beside Shenzi's left.

"Well, it all starts with Mufasa…"

0~0~o_o~0~0

Three days later it was still all normal for the Pridelanders. Mufasa still gave his son daily lessons. Tojo, Simba, and the other cubs still got into a lot of trouble for their pranks. Which they were very proud of, well in the cases where they didn't get yelled at. Currently, Simba and the other cubs were playing hide and seek by the sunning rocks. Simba wasn't doing very well on the account of his black fur. So after the round was over he walked to where Asha was watching on the sunning rocks nearby.

"Hey, Asha." Simba greeted with a quick nuzzle.

Asha did the same in return. Their relationship hadn't progressed much mostly because they had gone as far as they wanted to at the moment. Actually in a way their relationship had mellowed out over the last few days. Simba and Asha realized that they had been moving a little too fast, so they toned it down a little. They both laid there hoping for once they could have some peace and quiet and for a short time it appeared so. Until, Simba's uncle strutted up to their post, wearing his stupid smirk.

"Asha, Simba. A pleasure to see you here together. I know you're probably having a little moment here so I'll keep it short. Asha your father has asked me to bring you to the gorge for a little surprise for you."

"Cool! Hey, Uncle Scar can I come too?"

Scar looked at his nephew and smiled. This is exactly what he had expected. Soon the throne will be his and the little black rodent would take the blame. Now, all he needed to do is execute the plan to the 't'.

"I'm sorry, Simba. But, this is just for Asha, her father's orders." He replied back a creepy smile on his face

Simba's face fell slightly, but, he quickly recovered. "Oh, okay. Well just let me know when she gets back." He said before walking off.

Scar watched his smirk growing, this is all going as planned. After a while Simba would get worried or curious and fall right into his trap. He could blame Simba or Hyenas for the crime and he would come out of it top lion.

"Come now, Asha we don't want to keep your father waiting." Scar said guiding the young princess to the gorge.

0~0~o_o~0~0

"Wait, Scar, why did my father want me to wait here? Isn't this place dangerous?"

Scar stopped walking away and looked at her over his left shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed as now words would come out. He had to say something. He couldn't let her get suspicious, but, she was just a cub there's no way she's that smart.

"Its fine dear, Asha your father said it's safe for just this one time. Now, I'll go fetch your father while you wait right here, okay?" Scar said before turning back around and leaving.

Asha nodded curtly at Scar's retreating form. Why would her father, a lion that is very cautious about her safety, want her to go to the one place she was told never to go to?

Well, she had to make the most of her time here. It would be a while before Scar got back with her father. Scar, is a slow, old lion. So she decided to practice her roar on a small lizard that just happened to cross her path.

She took a step back and inhaled deeply before letting out a small roar. It more sound like her mother's yawn when she got up, but it was a start. But, the lizard didn't even flinch, so she took another deep breath and prepared again. She let loose and more impressive roar but still pretty weak. She slumped at little and laid down on the rock she had been perched on, relishing the shade a small tree above her provided. She felt weak. The lizard still didn't seemed fazed by her actions, but suddenly he scampered away almost as if his life was in danger. Then the ground started to shake, causing small rocks to bounce on the hard dirt ground, all the small birds and rodents nearby ran for cover. Asha was the only one left in the open at this point and she was scared. What could've caused all the critters to just up and leave? She listened and slowly the noise got louder and louder. Then a large shadow seemed to wash over he like a tidal wave. She looked towards it and gasped in horror. Wildebeest, hundreds and hundreds of Wildebeests.

0~0~o_o~0~0

"Mufasa! Mufasa!" Scar cried as he stumbled up the rock steps of Priderock, out of breath.

The king turned too looked at his brother, whatever it is it looked important. Scar's mane was all dusty and frayed from the run, his paws bleeding slightly. Scar did his best to sell the performance by gasping for air for a moment before regaining his composer.

"What is it Scar?" Mufasa said now slightly worried for his brother. Normally he would ignore his brother's cries of wolf. Playing them off as small attempts to get his attention.

"Asha….gorge… stampede." Scar managed to choke out before falling to the ground.

Mufasa, wasted no time before taking off at full speed towards the gorge. The king had to go alone though, the lionesses were either hunting or rest on the sunning rocks the opposite direction of the gorge, and he couldn't afford to waste time getting them. However one black cub wasn't with the rest of the pride, which was usual for him, he had heard everything. He dashed down the steps and followed his father. Not caring what would happen to him. He just knew he had to save Asha even if it meant death for him. Luckily for Simba, Scar didn't notice the cub running towards the gorge. He chuckled manically and trotted back to the gorge. This was all going as planned, or so he thought.

0~0~o_o~0~0

ASHA!" Mufasa screamed, standing a few feet above the raging stampede, on a small ledge. He scanned the herd looking for the small cub, who was like a daughter to him. His ears picked up the faint sound of her scream and turned his head to see Asha holding on for dear life on a small branch that was quickly succumbing to the stampede.

He rushed down the steep slope, jumping off small rocks and ledges, trying to get down to the bottom safely. He made one final leap and landed in the stampede. Mufasa ran as fast as he could, trying to keep up with the speed of the Wildebeest. The king took a couple kicks to the legs and face before eventually reaching Asha and snatching her in his mouth. He ran to the side in an attempt to climb out of the gorge.
Mufasa jumped to a small ledge and dug his claws into the rock. The king mumbled almost incoherently for Asha to climb onto his head. He loosened his jaw grip on her and she climbed out of his mouth and onto his head, digging her claws into his mane for support. Mufasa removed his claws and placed them higher on the rock trying to climb out to safety. He continued this for a couple of minutes, slowly moving himself and Asha up the cliff side. The top was just a little way away, but, Mufasa muscles were burning and begging for him to stop.

But he pressed on anyway.

The golden king took a deep breath and placed his left paw on the ledge and then his right. He was just about to pull them up when Scar walked out of the darkness and into his brother's vision of sight.
"Brother help me, please!" Mufasa screamed his grip loosening. The stampede was still raging on like a dangerous river below him.
Scar smirked before digging his razor sharp claws into his brother's flesh. The king roared in pain and looked at his brother with pleading scarlet eyes, desperately hoping that he would now pull him up.
But Then Scar leaned in and whispered words that made the powerful king turn cold with fear. "Long live the king."

Mufasa's eyes widened in shock, but before he could reply he was thrown off the cliff and into death's claws. He roared in anger and horror as his plummeted to the ground below before landing with a sickening thud. Scar smirked and walked away. For the first time in his life, he was happy. He got what he wanted. And boy was revenge sweet.

0~0~o_o~0~0

"Dad! Asha! Are you guys out there?" Young Simba shouted as he carefully navigated through the dusty floor of the gorge.

The stampede had already passed leaving destruction in their wake. The entire gorge was flat now. No small rocks or trees. All, gone. Now the prince was running through the dust left behind by the stampede in hopes of finding his father, and girlfriend. He ran and ran almost nearing the end of the gorge, then, a large golden lump caught his eye. The only protrusion on an otherwise flat ground. His heart sank, his breathing became heavy and he ran forward hoping to find that this was just some dust dead Wildebeest. He jumped over the lump and landed spinning on his heel to look at it. Simba's eyes widened in horror, there, his father lay motionless and covered in dust and blood. He jumped toward him pushing on his head and begging for him to wake up. He couldn't die, no not now, not ever. He needed his father.

"Dad! Please wake up! Pleaseee….." Simba chocked out before breaking down in tears, his head still buried in his father's mane. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. Then a short, faint cough was heard. He lifted his head and made sure he was silent, hoping to hear the noise again. He heard it again, this time quitter, but, still audible. He turned around and saw a rock that seemed to be moving up and down and a very slow, shallow pace. Simba's curiosity got the best of him and he slowly walked towards it. His mind clouded with thoughts, it couldn't be her, Asha had to have survived. He couldn't lose two people close to his heart in one day. That's just not fair. He looked at the rock and place a paw on it, it felt fuzzy. "No! It's not her. She escaped. She's alive, somehow." He screamed to himself in his mind as he slowly turned the figure over. He stared at the figure, his face frozen in horror. Simba's worst nightmare had just come to life. Laying there in front of the prince, bloodied and bruised, was his love, Asha. He looked at her, tears now freely flowing from his eyes. He tried to say something, but his words just got caught up in his throat. All he could choke out were mumbled nothings and sobs of angst.

"Simba… I-is….*cough* t-t-tha-that y-y-you?" Simba looked down to see Asha looking up at him eyes barely open, blood trickling from her mouth.

He looked down and whipped the blood away with his paw before whipping a stray tear from his eye. "Yes… I'm here…"

"Si-simba, p-pr-promise me… you'll move on… F-find so-someone e-else. P-p-please."

Simba could do nothing but nod weakly at her. She smiled weakly up at him, her time on the earth fading with every second, she had only minutes left and they both knew that. Simba, looked down at her form, she was covered in dirt and small scratches, but, she was still beautiful to him. Her faced turn sour and a small growl escaped her lips, but I more sounded like a pained whimper to him.

"W-who… d-d-did t-th-this?"

Simba looked down at her and slowly his pain and sorrow was replaced with anger and hate. "Scar…" He spat out like venom.

He face relaxed, and her eyes closed. Asha took a deep breath and tried to speak.

"Simba….. te-tell m-my f-f-father I-I L-love him. I –lo-love you Simba…" Asha choked out, her last breath fading. Her body went limp in his arms. Lifeless and empty. At least she moved on to a better place. He set her down gently and closed her dark green eyes with his paw. May she forever rest in peace.

The prince sat there staring at her lifeless figure, wondering, why? Why? Why, would Scar kill them? They did nothing to him. He did nothing to him. And he took them from him. His father and the love of his life both lying dead, and all because of Scar. His breathing increased as he thought about his uncle laughing at him right now. All, the times he was made fun of and called, "freak", or "abomination". He claws came out as his breathing became heavier. All, the anger he suppressed for his entire life. The hate he felt towards, Scar. Everything just boiled over as he let out ear piercing roar.

"SSSSCCCCAAAARRRR!"

A/N I have nothing really to say here except that, that last line is a Star Trek reference. Peace out!