Three months later Mufasa and Sarabi sat at the top of pride rock as rafiki gathered the kingdom at the bottom. When all was gathered he climbed up the rock and walked over to the little cub. "What is the little prince's name?".

"Simba," Mufasa answered with a smile of fatherly pride. Rafiki broke open a fruit from the top of his staff and spread the orange contents on the cubs head. An illness had been going around the pridelands lately and making young animals sick. The only protection from the illness was the orange stuff inside the fruit and a splash of sand to make sure the young animal's nose worked being as it was the first thing to go when getting sick. After the cub sneezed Rafiki picked him up from Sarabi's arms and walked up the rock. He held the baby cub up as the Kingdom cheered and stomped. Mufasa was so happy that it almost killed his annoyance at his younger brother for not being at his only nephew's presentation. Rafiki placed the cub back in his mother's paws. "Are you going to be fine alone my love?" Mufasa asked.

"Serafina is going to come see me soon with her new cub," she answered, "why?".

"I'm going to see my brother," Mufasa said as he sent the royal family's messenger bird before him. Scar was laying in his den as he caught a little mouse and held it by its tail.

"Life not fair is it?" he asked the mouse as he teased it by letting it run around his paw before catching it by the tail as it tried to jump away, "you see I, well I shall never be king, and you, shall never see light of another day," with a little chuckle he held the mouse up and opened his mouth when he heard someone interrupt his meal.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" he knew it was Mufasa's little dodo bird Zazu.

"what do you want?" Scar asked a bit annoyed.

"I'm here to announce that king Mufasa is on his way, so you better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning," Zazu warned.

"Oh now look Zazu you made me lose my lunch," Scar pretended to pout a bit as the little mouse escaped his paws and ran.

"Ha," Zazu laughed, "You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hurt ear,".

"Oooh," Scar said, "I quiver in fear!" Scar growled as he walked toward Zazu with hunger in his eyes. Zazu tried to get away but soon found himself trapped in Scar's mouth. Before Scar could even chew Mufasa showed up.

"Scar," he called.

"Mufasa?" Scar muttered through his mouth full of bird.

Drop him," he ordered.

"Impeccable timing your majesty," Zazu said as he pushed his beak through Scar's mouth. The lion spat the bird out and he rolled across the ground. Though he was covered in saliva he was relieved.

"Why, if isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners,". Scar said walking around.

"Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba," Mufasa informed.

"That was today? Oh I feel simply awful," Scar said as he drug his claws done a cave wall, "must have slipped my mind,".

"Yes well as slippery as your mind is," Zazu started getting in Scar's face, "as the king's brother you should have been first in line,".

Scar snapped his teeth at the bird and flew behind Mufasa's paw. "Well I was first in line," Scar said leaning down, "until the little hairball was born,".

Mufasa leaned down to meet his younger brother's eyes, "That hairball is my son and your future king,".

"Oh I should practice my curtsy," Scar joked as he started to walk off.

"Don't turn your back on me Scar," Mufasa warned.

"Oh no Mufasa," Scar looked back at his older brother, "perhaps you, shouldn't turn your back on me,".

Mufasa let out a roar and charged in front of his little brother," Is that a challenge?!".

"Temper Temper," Scar said, "I wouldn't dream of challenging you,".

"Pity," Zazu said, "why not?".

Scar leaned down, "Well as far as brains go I got the lion's share," he looks back up as his brother, "but when it comes to brutal strength; I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the dream pool,". With that he walked away as Zazu made a joke about using him as a throw rug. That Night Scar and Zira were laying in the grass just below their mountain den.

"So Mufasa was angry with you?" Zira asked looking up at the stars.

"Not that it matters," Scar said dully, "my big brother is full off hot air anymore,".

"I just wish I could say that mother wasn't angry with me," Zira said.

"I may have a way for you to make her proud again," Scar announced causing her to roll onto her side and look at him.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes, but I don't know how you'll feel about it," he said.

"Why?" she asked intrigued, "what is it?".

"Well with the birth of my nephew two lions now stand in our way to be the true rulers of the pridelands right?" Zira nodded, "well in order to claim our thrones we now have to end them both,".

"Kill a cub?" Zira said a bit caught off guard.

"I know it's darker than anything we've tried, but Bionca did say being king and queen did mean doing what must be done,".

"She did teach us that," Zira said, "and she was right that this land should be ours,".

"Then it's settled," Scar said sitting up, "when the time is right we'll rid ourselves of both Mufasa and Simba,".

"Soon our thrones will be ours," Zira said sitting up well, "and we'll rule this land right,". Scar smiled and licks Zira's cheek.

"When the time is right my queen to be,".