Prologue
The cave was dank and dark A small mouse pattered across the floor. The sound of its tiny paws was the only noise inside the cave. Thunder sounded above, signaling to the cave's inhabitants that it was in fact still raining. The mouse scampered across the stone to its little hole in the wall. It's day had been very prosperous, and it had found several nuts fallen from large trees. It was about to enter the cave, when a giant shadow hovered over it. Then it came. Out of nowhere the paw came. Down upon the mouse like a stone from the top of Kilimanjaro. Then the pattering stopped.
The Strong predator gazed at his meal. Certainly not what he deserved. A mere mouse for someone of hisnobility. He had been waiting in this cave for what seemed as decadesyet was merely only a few years. He dared not set foot outside the cave, no, for then his life would be in danger. Especially if he was spotted by one of them. He gazed through a hole a whole in the rock-ridden wall of his cavern-prison. He lifted the mouse up above his muzzle, the mouse trying to escape every second of its captivity. But to no avail
The lion swallowed the mouse whole, leaving no time to taste its foul impression it would leave on his taste buds. Then he went to a corner to lie down. He was still ravenously hungry, and was hoping that a stray antelope or even a giraffe would wander by for him to eat. He decided that he wouldn't risk going out and hunting, so instead just waited.
Suddenly, he heard a scraping sound. One much like his own claws made against the hard cavern floor. He went deeper into the cave, fearing that he would be discovered by one of them His soft trot turned into a run when he realized that the other creature was following him. After three years of healing he certainly was not going to risk harm again. He ran deeper, but it was no use the intruder was following him, matching his speed. He was truly frightened nowif he was discovered then the plan and everything about it would be ruined. He finally found refuge behind some stalagmites in the darkest end of the cave.
The intruder didn't like the fact that it had been beaten, and let out a mighty roar. The lion's mane stood on end when he heard this he couldn't mistake that roarit had dignityhe could not believe itIt had been years since he had seen
"Zira?" He said, softly and weakly.
"Scar!"