Chapter 15.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! This is the fifteenth chapter, and the first chapter of 2021! Hope you enjoy it. Please review. Hope this is a better year than last year. The UK is now in lockdown due to massive rises in cases (I had been thinking previously a lockdown was inevitable) but their now issuing vaccines, which is good, and Trump supporters have stormed the US Congress. Very unexpected!

Inside the palace, in Scar's office…

Scar stood before his desk, and before him stood Sarabi. He wore his favourite green Marshall's unform, while Shenzi, Kamari, Azizi, and several other Zulu warriors stood around the back of the room, especially close to the walls. It was now dark and there were no lights on in the palace, and outside the opened balcony doors it showed dark grey clouds gathering, with sounds of thunder in the distance. "Sarabi, why put yourself through this? You're suffering for what, the memory of a life you once knew, a King you once loved? I'm trying to show you what a true king can look like." Scar said arrogantly, as he walked around her and stooped in front of her again, though he faced the balcony doors instead of at her. "Scar, as Mufasa once told me, a true King's power is his compassion." Nala said calmly and wisely. This made Scar turn around instantly with an angry look on his face. "I am ten times the man Mufasa was!" He snarled angrily. "You are nothing compared to Mufasa, and never will be!" Sarabi said sternly, for the first time in years. Scar then grabbed her left elbow with his right hand and then slapped her in the face with his left hand, before letting go of her elbow. Sarabi moved back a step as she held her right cheek, where the slap had been to her face with left hand. The double doors were then thrown open by Simba, who held his shotgun in both hands (his right on the trigger), as he did a roar like yell as thunder crashed simultaneously.

Scar looked at Simba, and he froze. "Mufasa… it can't be." Scar spoke softly. "Get away from my mother!" Simba cried before he moved quickly to Sarabi, whose face lit up (her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open slightly). "Simba! You're alive? How can that be?" She asked, shocked, as Simba came up to her and hugged her. "I'm here, mother. I'm home." Simba said as he embraced his mother, his eye shut, before he opened them to look at Scar. "Simba… I'm so happy to see you. Alive." Scar said, showing no happiness at all, as he then stared at Shenzi, who tensed up her shoulders nervously, before he turned back to face Simba, who got out of his hug and held his shotgun in both hands again, the barrel pointed at Scar. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fill you with lead." Simba said angrily. "I can give you more than one You see… they think I'm king." Scar said, gesturing around to the Zulu soldiers around him, who also stared at Simba with Assegai's in their hands. "Well, we don't." Nala's vice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked behind through the doors, including some of the palace staff, who were gathering by one of the room doors in the hallway. Nala game running up the stairs and then down the hall and stopped before the open double doors with another machete she held with both hands. "Your reign is over, Scar. Simba is the rightful king. If you anna get to him, you'll have to get through us! Are you with me, friends?" Nala asked the staff members. The other staff members (who had been standing beside a storage room) then went in came out seconds later holding blocks of wood, hammers, saw, knives, forks. Simba then turned around to face Scar, who went up to behind his desk and picked up the black telephone receiver on his desk. He pressed a button and waited a few seconds, before pressing another and then another. He then slammed the telephone receiver down and stared at Simba, who figured that Nala had done her job right. "You cut the lines!" He said loudly. Simba nodded. "All communications are down. The choice is yours, Scar. Step down or fight." Simba said bravely, still pointing the shotgun at him.

"Must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. To feel the shame that I… took the life of someone I loved." Scar said, walking left and few one or two times along the back of his desk. "I put all that behind me." Simba told him. "But have they put it behind them? Do your faithful followers know what you've done?" Scar shot back. "Simba, what is he talking about?" Nala asked, staring at him, looking confused. "So, you have told them your little secret? Well,' Simba… now's your chance to confess." Scar said as he sat down at his desk, his hands placed level next to each other on the desk in front of him. "Tell them who's responsible for Mufasa's death." Scar added. All eyes turned to Simba, who hung his head down in shame, and the room was silent for a few seconds before Simba spoke. "I am." Simba admitted. "It's not true. Tell me it's not true." Sarabi said, not wanting to believe it. "It's true. I'm sorry." Simba said. "He admits it. Murderer!" Scar snarled as he got up from his chair, his arms extended out, his hands flat on the table. "No, no. it-It was an accident." Simba stammered, as Scar came over to him "If it weren't for you, your father would probably still be alive. It's your fault he's dead! Do you deny it?" Scar asked, as he walked in front of Simba, who began to back away from Scar, dropping the shotgun in the process. "I-I'm not a murderer." Simba stuttered. "We should believe a son who takes the life of a father? We should believe a son who takes the life of a king?! A son who abandons his mother?!" Scar asked rhetorically, as he walked forwards, causing Simba to walk backwards through the open balcony doors onto the balcony. "No. I'm- I'm- "Simba began saying, but wasn't sure what to say. "You're what!? Say it! Are you the king!?" Scar asked, loudly and angrily/intimating. "No, no, I'm- "Simba tried to say. "Are you the king?!" Scar asked again. "No, I'm-." Simba tried to say, as he reached the stone barrier along the balcony edge, causing him to stop. "YOU'RE WHAT?! SAY IT!" Scar yelled. Simba stood still for a second or two before he answered. "I'm nothing." He said, his voice breaking. "THEN BOW TO YOUR KING!" Scar yelled. Just after he said spoke, the part of the balcony Simba was standing on suddenly broke away, along with that part of the barrier breaking away. Simba started falling with the it, but he grabbed with both hands the edge of the hole in the balcony. "Simba!" Nala cried. Then suddenly, a flash of lightning struck the ground beneath Simba, and the dry ground started to burn flames, which started to spread rapidly beneath the balcony.

Scar walked up to the hole of the balcony, and looked down at Simba, who still held on. "This looks familiar. Where have I seen this before?" Scar asked rhetorically, as he stared at Simba. "Oh, yes, I remember. This is the way Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, saw the fear in his eyes." Scar explained, before he then knelt down and grabbed Simba's hands with his hands, tightening his grip, making Simba grunt with pain slightly, as Scar brought his head down, close to Simba's. "And before you die, here's my little secret: I… killed Mufasa." Scar whispered to Simba, whose eyes widened. He then had a flashback of seeing his father fall to his death, and then he realised something: It wasn't his fault! All his grief, moping around, and blaming himself had been for nothing! He also remembered how Scar had left him in the gorge just before the stampede, and then suddenly reappeared after his father had died. It had all been a set up! Enraged, Simba then used his right hand and pulled Scars hair, making him cry out in pain, letting go of Simba, and caused him to back a step or two. Simba then used both arms to quickly pull himself him, bending his feet as he got them up onto the balcony. Simba then pushed Scar back, (who had bent his upper body and held his left hand over the pulled hair area) making him fall onto his back. Simba then stood up, looking angrily, as Scar moved back on the balcony floor with his arms and legs. "You killed him! My father! Your own brother! How could you!?" Simba cried angrily, as Scar got back on his feet. Scar then turned his head to face everyone else. "First, he kills Mufasa, and now he wants to kill me!" Scar said, his eyes and eyebrows widening upwards. "Stop lying! You killed him! Tell them the truth!" Simba said, as they both re-entered the room. "Don't believe his lies!" Scar cried, as he backed up towards the two swords handing up on the wall to his right. "Scar, you always told us you didn't get to the gorge in time." Sarabi then spoke. "That's true." Scar said. "Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes like you just said?!" Sarabi then asked. Scar then knelt his eyes down slightly, looking half angry, realising he'd accidently revealed the truth. "MURDERER!" Simba then screamed. Scar then moved his left hand up and drew one of the two swords. "Kill them all!" He told his guards, holding the sword in front of him with his left arm outstretched.

The Zulu guards all then charged towards Simba, who as quick as the wind, moved his right hand and drew the second sword handing up on the wall (to his left), and then slashed it in a downwards right direction, cutting a small cut on two of the guards' in front of him foreheads. Simba then swished his sword at the guards to his right, breaking their Assegai's in two, their blades falling on the ground. "Friends, attack!" Nala yelled, before she and the rest of the staff charged forwards with their weapons.

And that's the fifteenth chapter. I hope my writing quality has gone down; my thinking brain isn't working so well at the moment- my parents say its due to anxiety, because of these pandemic times. Please review. The next chapter will be out soon.

Let me tell you what the UK Government has been telling us to do recently, now we're in lockdown again:

STAY AT HOME - WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER BEING SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN YOUR HOUSEHOLD - ALWAYS WEAR A MASK IN PLACES (ESCPACIALLY INDOORS) - PROTECHT YOUR HEALTH SERVICES - SAVE LIVES