A/N: Whoops forgot to mention a disclaimer in my first chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lion King; if I did I would probably be swimming in money like Scrooge McDuck right about now.

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The late afternoon sun was turning the savanna sky into beautiful pinks, blues, and purples. Most of the animals were now moseying along the grasslands either heading to a nice place to rest or to make one last stop to the watering hole. Mufasa was now moseying on home, not because he felt like it but because one of his paws were quite sore and his side hurt. He had to let Simba down so he could let his son walk by himself since the extra weight was making him tired. Simba looked at his father worriedly.

"Dad are you going to be okay?" asked Simba.

"Yes son, I've been through worse before, but right now I am more angry than tired so you better have a good excuse as to why you were out in that canyon," said Mufasa.

"Oh I will Dad," said Simba.

Mufasa just nodded at him and continued walking, Simba followed close behind. Pride Rock loomed in the distance, it was quite close, but to Simba it felt like it would take ages.

Suddenly, Zazu came flying over and he noticed how sore and tired the king looked.

"Oh thank goodness you are both alive, but will you survive the night sire?" asked Zazu.

"Yes Zazu, now please tell the lionesses to come out here and help me, I am exhausted," said Mufasa.

Zazu nodded and flew back to Pride Rock. Simba watched the bird go until he was just a small speck on the rock.

"Dad I'm really sorry about this," said Simba.

"You need to drop it right now Simba, I will worry about this problem more once we arrive at the den," said Mufasa.

"Mufasa," said a familiar voice coming from behind him.

Simba and Mufasa turned around to see Scar standing there looking quite worried, but of course he was only faking it.

"Are you alright?" asked Scar.

"Yes brother, it was only a few bumps and bruises I believe I will be alright by morning," said Mufasa.

"Oh good, because it would have been a shame to have lost the king and prince of the pride from that horrible stampede, because then I would have to become king, and I know how some of the lionesses feel about me," said Scar with a slight sneer and some sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes that would have been terrible," said Mufasa.

Scar was about to say something else when Sarabi, Sarafina, and a few other lionesses appeared looking all quite worried.

"What happened?" asked Sarabi.

"A stampede and Simba was in the middle of it, I had to rescue him before he got trampled," said Mufasa.

Sarabi looked worriedly over at her son, Simba just hung his head in guilt, he of course thought it was his fault for starting the stampede after creating such a loud roar.

"Well I see you all must tend to my brother and punish my nephew so I will go now and bid you all good evening," said Scar who smiled at the thought of Simba being punished and without a second glance, ran off.

Simba watched him go until Zazu flew in front of his face.

"Let's go Simba," Zazu said with an air of anger in his voice.

Simba just sighed and followed everyone home, wishing that this day had never happened.

About a half hour later, they finally reached Pride Rock. Mufasa slowly entered into the den and lay down. Sarabi came to his side and licked his paw to help it feel better, Mufasa smiled at her happily while all the other lionesses stood around him and watched; only Simba and Nala stood at the den entrance looking worried.

"It's all my fault that he's hurt," said Simba who felt like crying.

"But it looks as if he will be okay, why don't you go over and talk to him, tell him how it happened because I surely want to know," said Nala.

Simba slowly walked over to his father until he was only a few feet away from him. Mufasa saw him walking up and looked at his son angrily.

"Now why were you down there?" asked Mufasa.

"Because Scar brought me down there," said Simba.

The look of anger in Mufasa's face turned to shock as he heard this, the lionesses in the group also looked at the cub with concern.

"Why did Scar bring you down there?" asked Mufasa.

"Because he told me that you had a surprise for me and told me that I should practice my roar before you came, and then he left. So I practiced my roar until I made a really big one that echoed through the canyon and a few minutes later the wildebeests came running down. So I guess you can't give me the surprise any more because I nearly killed us both huh?" said Simba.

Ever since Simba started the story of what happened, Mufasa's eyes grew wider from the shock of what he heard. He now knew that this was not Simba's fault.

"So Scar brought you down there?" asked Mufasa.

"Yeah and he said you had a surprise," said Simba.

Mufasa took a deep sigh and looked at Simba seriously. "There was no surprise Simba, your uncle wanted to kill you," said Mufasa.

"What, but why? I thought he liked me," said Simba.

"Ever since you were born, he's never liked you, he did not even come to your ceremony," said Mufasa.

Simba stood there for a moment, surprised that his own uncle wanted to kill him, but it still did not seem to make sense.

"But I started the stampede after I made that loud roar," said Simba.

"Wildebeests don't stampede when they hear a lions roar, only when a lion was stalking them, and one can only guess who was doing that," said Mufasa who now had an air of anger in his voice.

"So uncle Scar started it?" asked Simba.

Mufasa nodded while Simba had no idea what to say, he did not know his Uncle Scar could be that cruel.

"What should we do to him?" asked Sarabi.

"I will have a talk with him in the morning and I will know by then what decision I should make," said Mufasa.

Everyone was now silent; they all wondered what Mufasa would do. They knew that he would either banish his brother or kill him; they hoped the king would kill the traitor but it was up to Mufasa who usually made the right judgment.

Simba was then picked up by Sarabi who brought him over to their sleeping area and set him down with her.

"Now get some rest, you had a hard day today, I don't know what I would have done if you both died," said Sarabi.

"Probably died of loneliness if that happened to me," said Sarafina who at the moment was giving Nala a bath.

"Most likely," said Sarabi.

Simba said nothing but gave a big yawn and quickly fell asleep next to his mother, dreaming happily.

Morning arrived and Simba awoke to find his mother and father gone, he looked outside the cave and saw them both sitting there and watching the grassland, he slowly got up and stretched and walked over to them.

"Did you deal with Uncle Scar yet?" asked Simba drowsily.

"No not yet, I set Zazu to go get him," said Mufasa.

"What are you going to do to him?" asked Simba.

"You will find out soon enough," said Mufasa.

A few minutes later, Zazu came flying over and looked at the king nervously.

"I found him and told him that his brother would like to see him, he will be here soon," said Zazu

Mufasa nodded and watched the savanna. A few minutes later, he saw a black dot running through the grass. Mufasa growled under his breath and ran down Pride rock. Even though he had injured his paw the day before, it had stopped hurting, Mufasa limped a little but not too much for anyone to really notice.

All the lionesses watched as Mufasa stood there waiting for his brother. Simba and Nala stared down nervously.

"Do you think he'll kill him?" asked Nala.

"I don't know," said Simba.

Scar soon arrived and stared at his brother with a fake smile

"I see the stampede did you no harm, what is it that you wanted from me?" asked Scar.

"You should know very well what I want from you," said Mufasa with definite anger in his voice. "Tell me, did you try to kill Simba yesterday?"

"Whatever do you mean?" asked Scar who sounded like he never even knew about this.

"Simba told me you brought him down to the canyon and that you told him I had a surprise for him," said Mufasa.

"Oh children will say anything to get out of a punishment, I know what really happened. I saw him running off so I followed him to see where he was going, he then arrived at the canyon and climbed down. I watched as he played down there for nearly an hour, chasing ants or whatever. Suddenly he got angry with a bug and roared at it, that's when the wildebeests arrived and almost trampled him before you came," said Scar.

"That's not true," said Simba under his breath.

"Are you calling my son a liar?" growled Mufasa.

"Well whose story sounds more true, mine or that brat of yours?" asked Scar.

"My son has never lied to me, he has always told me the truth, and to think he lied about something like that is hard to believe," said Mufasa.

"Then you trust that hairball way to much," said Scar.

Mufasa then roared with rage and before Scar could even have a chance to defend himself, he was pinned to the ground on his back. Mufasa's paw was on his own brother's neck and he looked like he was going to kill him at any minute.

"I'll let you live only if you tell me the truth with what happened today," said Mufasa.

"You'll probably still kill me even if I did tell you the truth," said Scar.

Mufasa just pressed down on his brother's neck even harder until Scar whined for mercy.

"I started that stampede, because I wanted to be first in line, there are you happy?" asked Scar.

"Perfectly happy, now because you tried to kill my son, you are hereby banished from the pridelands forever, if I hear about you stepping your paw once into this land you will be killed instantly, is that understood?" asked Mufasa who then let Scar up.

Scar jumped up and cleared his throat to make sure it was still working before he spoke. "Yes I understand, I don't want to be in this crappy land anyway with you as the ruler, so long my brother," said Scar who then ran into the direction of the outlands.

Mufasa watched him go angrily and then walked back up the rock to Simba who had watched the whole thing with excitement.

"You are to remain near the rock at all times, I don't want you to run off too far since he might sneak in here one day and kill you, is that understood?" asked Mufasa.

Simba nodded silently, Mufasa smiled happily and walked to the edge of the rock and lay there to survey his domain. He could see his brother running back to the outlands where he would hopefully stay for the rest of his life.

Scar reached the outlands ten minutes later and looked back over his shoulder at Pride Rock, he growled under his breath at the brother who had banished him.

"I have not given up yet Mufasa, I will try again but with other allies and once I am through with you, you will wish you would have killed me when you had the chance," he said.

Scar then ran into the elephant graveyard where he would sort his plan out from there. Soon he would come up with a more cunning plan and then become ruler of the pridelands.

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A/N: Well there's chapter two, I hope you liked it. And just so you all know, Timon and Pumbaa will still be in this story, how they will come to be in it, you will find out. Oh and I forgot to mention this, if anyone flames me, they will be flamed back in my next chapter. Well that's all I have to say for now, the next chapter will possibly be up by Tuesday so have a great weekend.