SunRise19, I doubt Scar IIwill mate with any of his sisters... they're his sisters, and his mind is not twisted like Scar I. I'm really glad you like it :)

Soulbound; well, I looked up the word 'athari' again (using an online english-swahili dictionary), and according to that, one of it's meanings is scar. It also means other things though... I just like the name and it fits the story. In this chapter you'll perhaps understand more of why her name is the way it is now :)

Morpheus, well noone knows what Scar I is up to... not yet, anyway. Not even I know yet - as the things happen while I write them, not much is planned at all.

Okay, so a few things needed explanation (like Nalathari's name), and thought over - so this chapter came to be. It's a bit short though, but I hope you can live with it ;) I know the story is moving on a bit slow, but there will be more "action" soon, I promise. Any suggestions on what could happen? Please do R&R, once again... Atrice

Part 3– Rafiki

'Oh Mufasa, why are you not doing anything anymore? Have you really left the Pridelands for good? And did you ever meet Simba again? Things have been going right for some years now, but Iget thefeeling, that your brother may be dead, but he hasn't left your pride yet…'

Rafiki sat on a branch on his tree, watching the sun rise during the dawn. He sighed… he knew he hadn't got much of this life left, and he was becoming tired. Not the same strength anymore, and since Simba died, he almost never came in contact with Mufasa either. Simba seemed to have left the pride entirely, he was not even 'present' to guide the shaman just a little. Rafiki wanted the young Scar to become a good king, and it had all been going well. He himself hadn't interfered much with the pride, since he felt he was too old for that. But Nalathari came to see him every now and again, the lioness who had been a cub when Rafiki was in his best age. He already knew her as Nalathari before any of the others did – he was the first one she told her new name to. And Rafiki had nodded and said it was only right that she chose it to be that way. She was no longer the Nala who was the mate of Simba… and she was no longer the Athari whom Scar created. She was both and none of them. She really had become Nalathari. The name also seemed to fit her better, especially now she wasn't young anymore, although she was still a beauty.

Of course, when you think of the sun, it appears… or perhaps, when you think of a certain lioness, she appears – she had made that her habit, at least to Rafiki.

"Rafiki, are you here?" he heard Nalathari's voice from beneith the tree, and slowly he moved down to greet her. His moves weren't as swift as they had once been.

"Right here, young girl." Rafiki said with a grin, and swung himself down from the last branch to land on the ground in front of her. She smiled back.

"Young… you should talk… soon there won't be anyone left, who knew Mufasa or even Scar." Nalathari said and sat down. The old baboon nodded.

"I am aware of that. But time moves on, and we must let the young ones reign alone. Prides have been before yours, and prides will come without me to guide them." Rafiki explained, sounding as wise as ever, and she couldn't help but smiling at it. He had always been like that. And since they returned after the death of Simba – and Scar – she had come to know Rafiki much better, and often came for advice to pass on. Now was one of those times.

"I am a bit worried about one of the young ones…" Nalathari sighed, and she knew that he knew, who she was speaking about.

"And I understand your worry… you talked with him today?" the baboon sat down and leaned against the tree. Nalathari really felt he was beginning to look very old. He had always been there, it would be so strange when he was gone.

"A little… but he didn't say much – he had a bit too much to eat yesterday, so today he's not able to do much at all. But he said he spoke with a king yesterday, and I only know one who would care enough to speak to Scar." She described. Mufasa never knew the young cub, and Simba would perhaps – had he been alive – talked with the prince, but he would never have accepted the name Kiara chose for her son. The only one who would and could care, was the lion Scar was named after… and what care would he show? They had no idea if his sanity entered after death, or if he had figured out, that he could still stir up things from the land of the dead. Rafiki believed in the latter, and the lioness hadn't really thought about it yet.

"You're right, dear Nalathari. He did speak with the late king of the same name. I saw it, and I interrupted the conversation – it didn't seem like a good idea." Rafiki said and Nalathari nodded, but not with a smile. What if the fact, that someone had loved the old Scar, had changed him? She wanted to believe that, but wasn't sure if she dared to do so.

"Scar has been… so carefree all his life. He has been living in his own Hakuna Matata. But now he's grown, he wants to know life; and how he got his name. I know he'll try to get in contact with the stars again." She said.

"If he wants to, there is not much we can do. We can only try to make him understand, Nalathari. Just that." With that, she knew this conversation was over. They spent the rest of the afternoon speaking about life in the pride, and talking about old days…

…without knowing anything about what went on, at the Pride Rock – that someone were trying to teach Scar to grow up, but not knowing how he hated to be interrupted; especially now.