A/N: Hey everyone! Just a few disclaimers before the story starts.

The goal while writing this story was to make it look as canon as possible without actually being canon. However, the production of the story began back in February 2018, before Season 2 of "The Lion Guard" had ended and long before Season 3 came out. Therefore, a lot of things in the story may or may not be accurate to what is actually canon in the timeline. Please keep this in mind while reading.

Also, we do not own The Lion King/Lion Guard or its characters. The only ones we own are the ones that we created.

With that said, please enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Fatal Confrontation

The ominous view of the volcano from where they were standing filled the Guard with a sense of uncertainty. Alright. This is it. No turning back. Kion thought to himself as he took a deep breath. "Alright guys, let's get going. Everyone ready?" he said turning to face the others.

"You bet, Kion!" exclaimed Bunga the honey badger.

"Ready and willing!" exclaimed Fuli the cheetah.

"Let's do this!" said Beshte the hippo.

"We're ready when you are," said Ono the egret.

"Great! Then let's go," said Kion as he led the way.

As they walked along, many air vents were blasting big puffs of steam, which grew more rapidly over time, and the steam grew bigger and darker.

"Um guys is it me, or is there something strange about the air vents?" Ono spoke up.

"Ono's right, something does seem to be off," Fuli said as she gazed around worryingly.

"I think it could be caused by you-know-who. He must be aware of our presence," Kion said with a tone of seriousness in his voice.

"Pfft, that's ridiculous Kion," Bunga scoffed, "how could he possibly know that-"

All of a sudden, the ground slid wide open and began to crack apart. Dark smoke climbed high into the atmosphere and fused with the steam from the vents to form what seemed to be dark clouds.

"W-What IS this?!" Kion said with fear trembling through his words.

Then all at once, the clouds began to cluster together as two emerald green balls that seemed to resemble eyes shone through the menacing blackness. Then, they heard it. A deep, meniacial chuckle that echoed through the wind. The gigantic cloud then dove down to the ground, and as close to the Guard as it could. When the cloud and ground made contact, the cloud deformed, and yet the ground was left unphased while a ring of smoke broke off and then quickly faded away. The rest of the cloud then reformed and began to create a shape of easy recognition to Kion: his great-uncle Scar.

"Scar!" Kion growled.

"Ah, son of Simba. We meet at last." Scar said as calmly and yet somehow as eerily as the air around him.

"Yes, we do," Kion said. And oh, how I've been dreading this. Kion grimaced at this thought.

"So, what brings you all here? Have you finally decided to give up with your heroic foolishness?"

"No way, Scar! Not in a million years! We've come to put an end to your evil trickery!"

"How amusing. I would just like to see your feeble attempts try to even make a dent on me."

Then, for some strange reason, Kion turned around to face the Guard.

"Guys, this might sound a little crazy to you, but I need all of you to run."

"WHAT!?" they all shouted together in disbelief.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. He's my great-uncle. If anybody's going to take him on, it's going to be me, alone. Don't question it, just do as I ask."

Without making another comment, the Guard turned around ran as fast as they could. He then turned to face Scar.

"Oh come on now. Do you really think you can fight me on your own?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. Just as long as my friends are safe."

"Well, we'll just see about that. LACKEYS, AFTER THEM!"

Then just like that, a huge variety of animals sprung out from the darkness, including lions, crocodiles, hyenas, jackals, and many more.

Oh, no! What have I done! Kion thought as he saw Scar's minions dash out of the volcano.

"So, what will you do now? Are you still going to fight?"

Kion didn't respond. He took a deep breath and stood his ground. He then lunged at Scar, but he quickly jumped away to avoid the attack. Kion tried again, but this time Scar caught him with his mouth, and then slammed him against a boulder.

"Do you give up?" Scar asked, letting go of Kion.

"Never!"

Kion struggled to get back on his feet after getting slammed. His back ached badly from the impact. What do I do? He's got the upper hand. I shouldn't keep attacking directly, I need to think of something. Hey, wait a minute. Kion thought of the only way he could win the battle. Realizing that Scar was going to attack he mustered almost all of what strength he had left and summoned the Roar of the Elders at the lunging Scar. Scar got blasted a few feet away and landed on his back. Now's my chance! Kion then charged and lunged at Scar, but he quickly recovered and clawed at Kion to swat him away. One of the claws actually dug into Kion's leg and a freshly made cut was formed. Kion hit his head on the ground pretty badly when he landed, which caused him to lose consciousness.

"Well, well, well. The so called mighty hero has fallen."

"Guys, we've got to do something! Scar's cronies are after us!" Ono shouted as he scouted from above.

"Let's split up, it'll be harder for them to catch us that way," Fuli interjected.

"Good thinking, Fuli!" Beshte said.

"Thanks, Beshte," Fuli responded, "OK everyone. Split up, NOW!"

With that being said, Bunga began to dig his way into the ground. Fuli, with her quick speed, sprinted at what seemed like the speed of light to Beshte. Ono was already in the air, so he was completely fine. All hope seemed lost for Beshte, until he spotted a cluster of rocks and boulders in the distance. That just might be the camoflauge I need to throw them off, he thought. He then quickly ran to the clump of rocks and then tried to make himself blend in as best as he could. Now all I can hope for is that they don't get suspicious. And luckily for him, they didn't. After some time, Beshte got out of his camouflage, and began to search for the others.

"Fuli! Bunga! Ono! Where are you guys?!" he called out. He searched every inch of the sky he could see from where he was standing, but Ono was nowhere to be seen. He then searched the ground to try and find Bunga's burrow. Eventually he found the hole, so he went and called into it.

"Bunga! You in there? Come out, we're okay!" Despite finding Bunga's burrow, he didn't hear a response. This is not good, not good at all. No sign of Ono or Bunga anywhere. Well, at least I can try to find Fuli. So, he went to search for the one clue he knew that even a speedster like Fuli can't help but leave behind: footprints. He searched, and searched, and searched. But to his unfortunate dismay, no footprints were found. "Oh, no! I can't find anyone," Beshte said in a panic, "FULI! BUNGA! ONO! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"So you have returned. Have you killed the others?" Scar asked.

"Not exactly, boss," Janja the hyena said.

"INCOMPETENT IMBECILE! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

"Scar! Calm down my beloved!" his fully devoted lioness Zira said, "What hyena boy over here is trying to say, is that we couldn't catch them because they split apart on us."

"Hmm, I see. Well, I suppose we'll track them down if they decide to show themselves again. Besides I have a message I need you to deliver to the Pridelands."

"And what pretell is this message?" Janja asked. Scar then walked towards a nearby rock, and picked up Kion's unconscious body and brought it over to Janja.

"Janja. I want you to bring this to the Pridelands and present Simba with this."

"Do my eyes deceive me? Is that who I think it is?" Janja asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Scar said sinisterly, "it is Kion. And along with him, I'd like you to deliver this little message." Janja leaned in closely.

The next day, as Simba, King of the Pridelands, was going about his daily business, he got a disturbing alarm from his majordomo Zazu.

"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Zazu hollered as he flew Simba's way.

"Zazu, what is it? What's wrong?" Simba asked worriedly.

"It's Janja! He and his hyenas are approaching Pride Rock at this very moment!"

"What?!"

He rushed towards the entrance of Pride Rock and saw that Zazu was right.

"Alright you unwelcome troublemakers, what do you want?"

"Listen up, Simba!" Janja said with a demanding tone, "If you don't turn over the Pridelands to Scar, this is what will happen to you and everyone you know and love!"

Janja then stepped aside as two of his clan members stepped forward and, right in front of Simba, dropped his own son Kion's limp and lifeless body on to the grass before him, with Simba looking on in a state of shock, disdain, and most of all horror. No, he thought, this can't happen to my son.