Chapter 3: The Tragedy

Simba sat down and yawned. He was looking at Chumvi and Siagi. Those two were wrestling! Beh. He could've beated them both with ease. HE was going to be the lion king one day. He was going to be undefeatable. And he was going to be the first lion king to rule alone. Girls were ok, but not when you had to marry one. Once he grew up he would lose the dumb rule of bethrothing. Bah.

His thinking was cut short by Siagi's high-pitched shriek. "Hey guys! Isn't that uncle Scar?" Everyone turned to see the nearening figure.

"Indeed it is" Simba agreed. "I wonder what he's doing in the corge? He never comes here!"

"He never leaves his part of the rock.." Nala added with a grin, while glancing at Simba. Simba snorted and turned his gaze back to Scar.

The older lion grunted in disgust. What were the other little brats doing here? He needed to get rid of them. His eyes wandered over to the cub coloured like his mother, Siagi. Siagi was young. He would grow up to be a bright lion. Somehow, to Scar it seemed, that the firstborn would get all the muscle. Or maybe that was just his imagination. Simba was older and bigger. And unlike Scar and Mufasa's parents, Mufasa himself tried to spend time equally with his boys. Scar shook his head. Mufasa kept telling Scar that he would be there for his brother whenever needed and that he loved him, but it was all lies! Scar knew it. Noone ever loved him. Noone.

"Simba, Siagi, my dear nephews! How nice to see you here..And the rest of you. Now, I'm here to have a private eye-to-eye...to-eye conversation. I promise, you can all return later. Please, go now!" He cooed to the cubs as he patted Kula on the head and gave Nala a wink, while the rest were left unattended by him.

Nala shivered in disgust. She didn't like that lanky old lion. Not at all. And he constantly kept winking at her. Gah! "Come on guys" she called as they all trotted off, towards the water-hole. The earlier events had scared her, but she decided she would not go ON the water again.

Since everyone was gone now, Scar grinned and lead Simba and Siagi to the rock the gang had been messing around with earlier. Scar shooed the cubs onto the rock, having already told him this surprise also includes the cubs' dad, the king, Mufasa. A little time passed and the cubs listened to uncle Scar. And then he turned to leave. "I'll go fetch your father now, boys."

"Wait, Uncle Scar!" Simba called out. Once he knew he had his attention, he asked Scar if they would like the surprise. To which Scar replied "Simba.. It's to die for." And left the cubs all alone down there.

The cubs waited and never knew what to excpect for, while Scar signaled the hyenas to get the herd on move. Once he saw that order had been filled, he dashed off to find Mufasa.

At the same time, Simba and Siagi were wrestling. As Simba smacked his smaller brother down on the surface below him, grinning cheerfully, Siagi noticed something on the ground. "Simba! Simba! Look at that rock!" Simba turned his gaze to the little rock on the ground and to his surprise it seemed to be trembling, shaking.

"Whatthe.." He got to say, while his eyes searched the surface of the upper levels of the corge. Simba's heart skipped a beat as he saw a huge amount of wildebeests coming down the wall of the corge. His pupils narrowed down to small slits and he instantly turned around, pushing Siagi with his nose and taking off, Siagi following close behind. The two cubs ran as fast as they could, only to escape the raging sea of deadly hooves.

"Please get me out of this. Please let me escape. Please.." Siagi begged as he panted and had fallen behind Simba. The wildebeests caught up with him fast and he was hidden under the huge animals. "Dear god! SIMBA!" He shouted out and soon recieved a kick in his side, which was strong enough to fly the cub to the side of the corge, against the wall and soon everything went black.

As Siagi was lying unconscious, Scar had made his way over to Mufasa. "Mufasa! The herd is on move! Simba's in the corge! Si.."

"Simba!" Mufasa asked and soon darted off. The second part of the message had been left untold. Scar didn't mind, Simba was enough. Scar followed his big brother.

Simba had not heard the cry of Siagi. He saw a tiny tree in the middle of the corge, seeing that as his only option of escape he made a leap and landed on the tree, climbing higher, barely keeping his grip and praying for his dear life.

When Mufasa and Scar got to the edge of the corge, Mufasa searched the sea of wildebeests with his eyes, finding Simba he leapt down to what seemed like certain death. Scar was left up there with Zazu, who was panicking. "What shall we do? Oh dear lord! Who shall we call? Help! Oh yes! Help" Scar smacked the bird into a wall and grinned. Then he turned his gaze back to the wilderbeest and ongoing drama.

Simba could hear his heart beating, even through the galloping of the hundreds of wildebeests. He had never seen Mufasa and Scar watch over him and he was certain he would die. So young! Then a wildebeest ran into the tree, broking it into half, making the golden lion cub fly into the air. Simba yelled out in misery, paws searching for the safe ground and then something got him. Mufasa had leapt up and caught his son from hitting the ground.

Once Simba realized who he was held by, he sighed thankfully. Dad would save him. Then he remembered something! Siagi!

"Dad! Si.." And another unhappy event kept the message hidden: Mufasa collided with a wildebeest and let out a loud roar, releasing Simba from his jaws. The cub landed on the ground, once he had rolled over a few times. "No! No!" He called out as he saw the beasts coming towards him. And then Mufasa got him again. This time Mufasa was smarter and found an edge, onto which he placed his son.

"Dad, Siagi's.." Simba was cut off again. The sea of wildebeests had gotten his dad and were dragging him along. "Dad!" Simba called out and eyed at the huge animals. His eyes searching for the golden fur and the maroon mane of his father. Seconds later Simba saw Mufasa leap at a cliff. Good! He was alive! Simba left his edge and climbed over to the farer area of the corge, ready to find an edge closer to his dad and end up up there with him.

Meanwhile Mufasa kept climbing. He gritted his teeth while his claws dug into the hard cliff. As he reached the near top, he was relieved to see Scar up there.

"Brother, Help me!" The king begged as he glanced at his younger sibling. Scar grinned wickedly and dug his own claws into Mufasa's paws, making the king roar out loud.

"Long live the king.." He said to Mufasa and then pushed the mighty lion king off the cliff. With an even louder roar the king fell to his doom, hitting the ground hardly, while his son Simba saw him fly. "Noooo!" Simba called out and soon made his way down onto the ground. He searched around and then saw a single gnu run over the barren land. Then Simba saw him. Mufasa was laying on the ground. Simba quickly made his way over to the dead body of the king.

"Dad! Dad! Wake up.." Simba bit onto Mufasa's ear, nudged his muzzle. Nothing. Nothing helped. He ran farer and he called out loud, for anyone to hear, that he needed help. Noone. Noone heard. Then the young lion returned to his father's deceased form and buried himself under Mufasa's strong, once protective, paw. Tears ran down Simba's cheeks while he quietly sobbed.

Farer from the miserable couple, Siagi had awoken, he heard Simba's cry. And he got up, soon seeing black. Oh god. This was not so easy afterall. He lied down again and rubbed his forehead. His head hurt like... Very badly. The worst headache ever. He shook it finally and got up, starting to slowly, but surely, limp towards the call. Not only did his head hurt, but his side did too. Little did that cub know, that he suffered from a broken rib.

Scar made his way over to Simba. "Simba..? What happened?" Once hearing this question, Simba turned his head and backed up from Mufasa, facing Scar. "There were wildebeests and he tried to save me... it was an accident, I... I didn't mean for it to happen." Scar cut him off and pulled him closer, against his paw, comfroting the little prince. "Noone ever means for these things to happen! But the King is dead.." Simba widened his eyes at that word. "And if it wasn't for you.." Scar continued "He would still be alive." Simba never stopped crying and his cheeks were wet. "And what will mother do once she hears about it?"

"What am I gonna do?" Simba asked, while sniffing in and still sobbing.

Scar held back his grin. "Run! Run far away and never return!" Simba, being a naive lion cub he was, listened to Scar and ran, towards the end of the corge. Scar finally grinned and ordered the hyenas, who had appeared behind him, to kill the cub.

Siagi had laid down again, meanwhile. The pain in his side had gotten unbearable and he had decided to finish his journey later. His eyes were closed and he then heard someone coming. Not knowing who it was, Siagi didn't dare move. His side hurt and he was staying on one place, hidden behind the same rock that he and Sima had wrestled upon only about 10 minutes earlier.

Simba, running, tears blinding his eyes never saw Siagi. He was so in his own thoughts, that he noticed nothing. Until he heard panting behind him, sharply turning his head, quirking a brow he eyed at the hyenas. Oh no! With his last bit of strength he got up from the corge, escaping he hyenas' deadly claws. Up there the road took him downhill and he rolled over the edge, ending up in a field of thorned plants. That didn't stop him and he disappeared towards the desert.

The hyenas had decided not to follow and yelled threats towards him, to scare the cub away for forever.

While the hyenas were threatening Simba, Scar had followed in their footprints, to find Siagi's body and dispose of it. His surprise was rather huge when he found the young lion cub curled up, sobbing and shivering. A quick glance let the older lion know that there was something wrong with Siagi's side, as it was much pointier than usually. He sighed and cursed himself in his head finally deciding that he would take care of Siagi once the chance arrives. He would not kill him though, no. Scar couldn't bear to do the killing himself, hence why he had ordered the hyenas to get Simba. Had Mufasa survived the fall, Scar would have gotten the Hyenas again. The most he was capable of doing was giving someone a push off the edge.

Finally snapping out of his thoughts the poked Siagi's back. The cub flinched and quickly got up, while still sobbing and keeping himself crouched low. His side was painful. Scar gave a symphatetic look as he placed his maw onto Siagi's shoulder and wrapped his paw around the crying youngster.

"I'm so sorry, Siagi! I never knew the wildebeests would come at this angle. I'm so sorry.." He murmured as Siagi tried to get away.

"Uncle Scar! My side hurts bad!" He finally cried out as he broke down into tears again. Scar widened his eyes. Oh dear. No... He finally gave in and lied down.

"Climb onto my back, Siagi." Siagi did as ordered, while whimpering. Once he was there Scar slowly started walking back towards Pride rock. Then Siagi rememberd his brother.

"Uncle Scar! Simba! Where's Simba? We can't leave without him!" Scar had a very tired expression upon his face, once he finally started. "Siagi... I don't know how to tell you this but... Um.." Siagi flinched yet again and his back carried several shivers. "No.. Uncle Scar. No. Don't tell me Simba is.." Scar let out a sigh and nodded. "I'm sorry Siagi, but he's dead."