A CHANGE OF FATE.
Scar isn't evil, Simba is.
After the stampede, Simba was injured and lost. When he returns almost a full year later, everything has changed. Mufasa and Sarabi's new cub Kefir is now the heir to Pride Rock... Angry at his father's betrayal, Simba vows to have his revenge.
Once again I would like to thank Lyrics Amidala, for helping me with this chapter.
CHAPTER SIX - The Death Of The King.
Simba roared loudly, 'fighting' Vora and Sorru, while his father tried to fight off Romai, Sharra and Monwa.
He snarled as Sorru's teeth sunk deep into his shoulder, "Don't actually kill me, you idiot!" He hissed. Sorru's bite instantly lessened as Vora slashed him across his left cheek. Meanwhile, Mufasa was battling with all of his strength. But he was old, and his mighty strength was failing; the three younger lions wearing him down easily.
As Romai slammed Mufasa to the ground, Simba grinned, breaking away from Sorru and Vora as Monwa held him down. "Enough!" Simba stalked over to his father, who was lying helpless the dusty earth. "Well well Father," he purred. "You seem to be in a tight spot."
"Simba!" Mufasa gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Having my revenge!" Simba snarled. With a roar, Mufasa's powerful paws swept Monwa across the throat. The young lioness fell, and lay still, blood gushing from her neck. Romai overpowered him quickly as Simba pressed his claws down on Mufasa's throat, growling as he leaned close to his father's face. He whispered softly in Mufasa's ear."You should have made me King." And his claws slashed at Mufasa's exposed jugular. The King let out one last gargled roar, twitched on the ground, before lying still.
Simba stared down at his father's dead body, a mix of emotions warring with in him, a small part of him still loved his father, but he was also elated. He had done it! He would now be king!
Looking up at the four surviving lions, he nodded, "you need to leave." If they were spotted now, his plan would be doomed.
As Romai, Sorru, Vora and Sharra ran away, Simba hefted his father's body onto his back, hissing in pain from the wounds from his 'fight' with Vora and Sorru. Taking a deep breath, he turned and, staggered back towards Pride Rock.
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"Help!"
Sarabi's head snapped up, as she heard Simba's desperate cry. her eyes widened in horror as she saw Simba running up the rock with Mufasa slumped across his shoulders.
"Scar! Maisha!" She shrieked, running to her son and mate. She stopped beside Simba, staring in shock and horror. "Simba, what happened?" Scar and Maisha came rushing out, along with Sarafina and Nala. Sarafina swept Kefir to the side so that he wouldn't see his father's limp body.
"R-Rogue lions," Simba gasped, his voice choked with tears. "I tried... to fight them..." Lowering Mufasa's body to the ground, he looked up at his Mother. "Don't worry about me, you have to help Dad!" Scar padded to his brother, nosing his fur.
"Brother?" He whispered, searching for a pulse. And then his nose found the blood drying on Mufasa's throat. He reeled back, stumbling in shock, emerald eyes wide.
"He's dead," Scar said hoarsely. "Someone slit his throat." Sarabi let out a wail of pure grief.
"No!" Simba shook his head, "he can't be dead..." This, was the hard part. he had to look like the grieving son, without taking the act too far. He bowed his head, letting a tear fall. "I should have tried harder! I can't believe he's gone!" Nala padded up to her closest friend, and pushed her nose in his fur.
"It wasn't your fault," she said. "You tried your best." Simba turned away so she wouldn't see the grin on his face.
"Dad managed to kill one of them," he whispered, "I wasn't strong enough to fight them, I couldn't help him."
"Dad!"
Kefir broke out of Sarafina's hold, racing towards his father. Before he could reach Mufasa's body, Simba caught his brother, pulling the cub into a tight hug. "There's nothing we can do for him Kefir," his breath shaking from his own 'grief', Simba lowered his head to rest against kefir's. "Dad's dead."
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Rento walked slowly toward Scar and Sarabi, as he neared, he cleared his throat. "I wanted to say how sorry I was, for the loss of Mufasa."
Sarabi sniffed, taking a deep breath. "That's very kind of you," she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes. Scar ran his tail soothingly along her spine, trying to keep his grief quiet. But something was yowling to get out, a deep grief for his big brother, who had always been there for him.
"It was too soon," he whispered. "Mufasa should have had many more years to live. He should have seen Kefir grow up, should have seen Zazu grow grumpy with old age."
"i am sorry to be the one to say this," rento sighed and sat beside them, "but you have to think of your pride now, or else, everything Mufasa created, will fall apart."
"What are you saying?' Sarabi asked, as she lifted her head.
"Your pride needs a leader, a king-"
sarabi cut him off, shaking her head. "Kefir isn't old enough, he's not ready."
"It was not Kefir I was talking about," Rento sighed and shook his head, looking towards where Simba was lying with Nala. "Simba is Mufasa's son as well is he not? Is he not old enough to take his father's place, at least until such a time when Kefir is ready?"
Scar shook his head, "Look at him, Simba is grief-stricken, we cannot ask this of him."
"You must," Rento urged, then he looked at Scar, "Unless you would rather take your brother's place yourself?"
"No!" Scar shook his head, "I would never want that! It isn't my place."
"Then, the only logical solution..." Rento looked towards Simba again, "is Simba." Looking at both Scar and Sarabi, Rento took a deep breath, "Simba must take his father's place as king."
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Simba blinked back his tears as he lay beside Nala, "I should have been able to save him."
"You can't blame yourself," Nala repeated once again. "We didn't realize the rogues were still so dangerous."
"I just found him again, and then I lost him." Simba shook his head, "It isn't fair!"
"I know," nuzzling Simba gently, Nala closed her eyes, blinking back tears of her own. "I'm so sorry..." She sighed and laid her head on top of Simba's shoulders.
"Simba..." Sarabi said as she and Scar came over. "We need to talk to you." Simba sighed.
"I know, I know," he said. "You don't want me to be upset about Kefir being king. I'm not. But why must we talk about this now?" Scar shook his head.
"No Simba, that isn't what we have to say," his uncle replied.
Simba frowned, sitting up to look at his mother and uncle. "Then what is it?" He asked, gentling the angry tone in his voice at the last second. He couldn't over do this either, he had to let them 'talk' him into agreeing to be king, without overplaying his 'grief' or being too eager to take over.
"Now that Mufasa is... dead," Sarabi said, choking on the last word. Her tears fell as she turned her head away.
Scar put his paw on her's. "We need a ruler," his uncle said. "Kefir isn't ready to be King, at least not yet."
"No," Simba shook his head, "You're not asking me to 'King', not like this..." Simba let tears fall down his cheeks, "... I never wanted to king this way."
Sarabi pushed her head against his cheek, "we know..." She told him gently, "... But you are Mufasa's son, and Kefir cannot rule so young."
"We need you," Scar told his nephew.
"I don't know how to be a king though," Simba sniffed and shook his head, "I don't want to disappoint Dad."
"You won't be," Nala chimed in. "You would be helping your brother, who is also his son." She smiled at Simba gently, "Mufasa would be proud of you."
Simba took a deep breath, "If I do this, it's only until Kefir is old enough, until he's ready to be king in his own right."