A/N: I actually started this story awhile ago, so these chapters are all prepared, and I just post them one after the other. It getsbetter for Nalani.Anyway, enjoy!
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Early the next morning, Nalani tried to catch the grazing of the antelope. However, being extremely worn out, she failed to catch even the sickest ones.
"Having trouble?" came a deep voice from out of nowhere. It was all Nalani could do to keep from jumping.
"No, I'm doing perfectly fine, thank you," she replied, finding herself looking at the right side of a dark lion.
"Well, you're in the out lands, now," replied the lion. "You pride-lander will be needing a bit of assistance."
Nalani had not realised that she had drifted so far from the Pride Lands. "And I suppose you could show me," replied Nalani.
The lion merely grinned, and motioned with his tail for her to follow. Hesitantly, she did, and the two soon found a herd of warthogs.
"Now…be quiet," hissed the mysterious, yet helpful, lion. They both crouched low to the earth, and within moments, he had dragged back a pair of warthogs.
"Breakfast," he replied, shoving one toward her. "Is served." With a glance at him – her vision limited because of the sun – she threw herself on the warthog and began devouring it.
The dark lion watched Nalani finish off the warthog. When she looked up next, the light revealed the lion for what he really was. She noticed a scar over his left eye.
"S-Scar?" she questioned, jumping up.
"Forgive me," he replied, with a sinister smile. "You know my name, yet I do not know yours."
"It is Nalani," she replied, getting a better look at him. "I…I thought you were dead."
"So do many," he replied, gazing off into the distance. "And I plan to keep it that way. Have a low profile, so to speak."
"But you were a great lion," said Nalani. "You could've ruled over the Pride Lands."
"Are those the stories you heard?"
"Was I supposed to hear different?"
"No. I just didn't think you'd believe me as being a 'great ruler'."
"Because I'm a pride-lander?"
Scar faltered. "Yes."
"Well, it isn't true. I don't want to be labelled based on the place in which I live. It is what truly lies in my heart that defines me."
The lion nodded, his black mane tumbling over his eyes. "I understand. So, shall we move on?"
The two lions, rather enjoying each other's company, walked on the dead grass that was the out lands. "Who is ruling the Pride Lands, now?" Scar asked suddenly. "Where is that cub, Simba?"
"Simba has a daughter – Kiara," replied Nalani, finding herself fully trusting the lion. "And her mate is your hand-picked chosen one, Kovu."
"Kovu," Scar seethed. "He has betrayed his kind and now rules in the Pride Lands?"
Nalani nodded. "He and Kiara convinced the lions that they were equals. A principle which I truly believe."
Scar looked at her sceptically. "Really? You believe that outlanders and pride-landers should live in peace and harmony with each other?"
"Yes." Nalani smiled. "I really do."
"So, what are you planning to do next, Scar?" Nalani asked. "You cannot return to the out-lands, because you are a legend. And you cannot go to the Pride Lands, because you are a nightmare."
"I don't know," said Scar. "You are the first lion I've met since my departure."
"So you really took on all those hyenas?" Nalani breathed, extremely fascinated.
"I did," Scar replied. "And those too afraid to fight me, ran off. Then I, too, ran off, so everyone would think I was dead."
"Why?"
"So there would be no more fighting. I didn't want to kill Simba, I just didn't want him to be King."
Nalani growled in frustration. "What is with males and wanting to become King? I'm a female, and I don't want to be Queen."
"Are you sure? You get much more power than you do as a common lioness."
"I don't care for power. It changes you. It turns you evil, no matter which side you start off on."
Scar was quiet for awhile. "But would you…become Queen? If it were to the right mate…the right King?"
Nalani looked up at Scar meaningfully. "Yes…if I were in love, then I would bear the title."
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A/N: Scar rules!