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When I awoke, I was lying so close to Scar that it reminded me of my walk with Mufasa. I could feel his heart beating. Our new den was a massive half-stone termite mound.

We were dry from the pouring rain outside, and not as cold as we had thought we would have been. I inched away from Scar. As soon as I was no longer touching him, I rose and walked out the entrance.

I walked to the river, and to my surprise, I saw a small herd of wildebeest drinking from it. I slowly made my way around the river, towards the beasts. I was so close.

Suddenly, there was a massive explosion from the water. Something massive and green was trying to catch a wildebeest. It had not succeeded in catching one, but it had in making the herd race towards me.

As they passed, I leaped up and managed to grab one. I slowly dragged it down. It wasn't as big as I had hoped. It was, perhaps, a yearling.

I grabbed its leg and somehow managed to drag it onto my back. It was heavier than I had thought it would be. I waddled back to the den.

I collapsed when I saw Scar. He heard the thud and awoke. He saw me under the wildebeest, and dragged me out from under it. When I finally caught my breath, I joined Scar in our victory feast.

Then, we walked down to the river. We found a shallow spot and drank our fill of water. It had been a long time since I had drank water on a full stomach.

Why had I saved Scar from the hyenas? I thought while I drank. Why did I save him? What has he done for me lately? I don't even like him. I hate hyenas, and I wouldn't save them. Well, I don't hate Scar, but I don't like him either. What made me save him?

"Thank you for saving me." Scar said slowly, as if reading my thoughts.

"You're welcome." I replied, still thinking.

Why had I helped him? Why had I caught a wildebeest for him? If it were for me, I wouldn't have brought it to him. Why did I bring him the wildebeest? I appreciated him a King. He made me feel better when Mufasa abandoned me for Sarabi.

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For some reason, it was three months before I returned to Pride Rock. The Pride Lands had been restored to their original state of green. There was an abundance of animals for hunting.

I always hunted for Scar, finding him the best Zebra or Antelope to eat. The Out Lands were lovely. We weren't bothered by Sarabi wanting this, Nala wanting that, Sarafina needing help with this.

"Scar, I'm going back to Pride rock today." I told him.

"What?! You're leaving me?" Scar asked.

"I'm going back to Pride Rock." I repeated, turning towards the cave entrance.

"Will you come back?" Scar asked me, standing at my shoulder.

I was silent for a long moment. "Alright." I nodded.

"Please promise me that you will. I don't want to be alone." Scar pleaded, the shadows making him appear frail and elderly looking for just a moment.

"I promise I will return." I said, feeling sorry for the older lion.

"Thank you." said the lion that was almost old enough to be my father.


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