Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad you all like it so far. I like Nalathari's new name, and I thought it best if she kept some of it; she still has the 3 scars across her eye, after all... it's in the past, but not forgotten.
I hope this chapter is not "too much" (you'll know what I mean), and that you like it too. As usual, I am writing on the next part already. Please do Read and Review, it would be very much appreciated. Atrice
Part 2 – Rapture, then a Shiver
Down below the stars on the savannah, Scar ran with Kiana and Zarafa. It was the night of the celebreation, and everyone had had a good time. They laughed and staggered every now and then – mostly Scar and Zarafa though - only to find their steps again.
"This rapture is the wildest I ever had!" Scar said with a happy grin, as Kiana ran by his side.
"You ate too much, you won't be able to do anything tomorrow." She just said – Kiana was the thinker of the three siblings, and the more wise one. The motherly one, if you could say so.
"I don't care, for I am the true crown prince." Scar called to the sky and the old kings, and they all stopped and looked up there. Zarafa had almost as much to eat as Scar, and her blood and meat rapture was even worse than his – because she was smaller than him.
"You truly are the true one!" she grinned and poked to him. He poked back, and soon Kiana could only roll her eyes, watching her siblings roll around in the grass in a friendly and strange fight. Scar laughed, and Kiana felt this was going the wrong way. He had just been accepted as an adult, and then he behaved like this – the future king!
"I'm going back now… I'm tired." Kiana said to them and left – not caring if they listened to her at all. They didn't, they just kept laughing and biting at each other. Finally they lay side by side on their backs, looking at the stars.
"The king I'm named after, is up there…" Scar said, calming a bit down now.
"I know… it's a pitty that mother refuse to tell us the whole story. We only know what grandmother tells us." Zarafa said, and he nodded.
"She knows a lot though… she's been through a lot, Nalathari has been." He said, thinking about his grandmother, the queen mother. She had been the mate of Simba, whom he never knew. She had also known Mufasa, father of Simba, and Scar… the lion and king, whom Scar was named after. He knew Kiara loved Kovu, but he also knew that her depressed days were caused by something else; by a lion now dead, by the lion called Scar.
"Shouldn't we be going back?" Zarafa asked, interrupting Scars row of thoughts,and sat up.
"I'll stay here awhile… but you go back, I'll be there soon." Scar said to his sister, and she sent him a friendly look and left him alone on the savannah, under the stars.
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He turned back to look at the sky and the old kings, wondering which star was Scar. "I'll always wonder who you are…" he whispered, as if it was almost sacred to talk to the stars like that.
"I was that rare and awesome thing… I was every inch a king." A voice echoed around Scar like a song, and he looked around, bewildered. Had he really eaten too much anyway? It was a voice, not much different than his own, perhaps a little less happy than his though.
"Scar…?" Scar whispered, knowing it had to be him.
"Who else, prince?" the voice echoed again, coming from another world. Scar stood up, shivering a bit all of a sudden. He felt a strange wind around him, making him feel even more cold. Small pieces of grass, leaves and feathers whirled up in the air around him, and then on to the sky.
"Why are you speaking to me? Am I doing something wrong?" Scar asked the old king. He followed the whirling grasses with his eyes, as they flew up in the sky.
"You need to find a queen, Kovu - a queen for you, before it's too late." The old king Scar replied to him, and the young prince nodded.
"But… I don't love anyone in this pride, except for my sisters. And I can't mate with them…" the young Scar then said.
"That is true, heir. You must travel to…" but he never finished, or Scar never heard what the old king said – someone punched him in the head, and interrupted the hole sceance. The wind stopped whirling around in that strange manner, and Scar looked around, only to see into the eyes of a now very old baboon.
"Why did you do that!" Scar snapped at the monkey and began to walk away, back towards Pride Rock.
"Because that king is no good for you! No, you should listen to me, you should." Rafiki followed the crown prince, the stick he punched Scar with still in his hand.
"I was named after him! There must be something good in him for me then!" Scar still wasn't happy with the interruption, where should he travel to? Where should he find his mate?
"If only you understood the stories you heard. Scar was only loved before he died, and by then it was too late. His mind was twisted, young prince… he never became sane, not even with love. That is the short part of it… but since you're not interested, I'm leaving! Bye…" and Rafiki jumped in the other direction, towards his sacred tree. Scar stood still for awhile, looking after the baboon with a bit dumb look on his face;not sure if he should walk back to Pride Rock, or follow the monkey. He chose the first option.