Part 15 - Kofi has arrived
It was the morning after, when Scar woke up next to Duchess. She nestled against him, looking more peaceful than ever. Of course they hadn't done what Scar did with Blanché – but right now, that was not important. While he lay there, looking at the hyena, he thought up a plan for his future. If everything went right… everything would be good in the end.
"Scar!" he heard a distant call for him, and carefully he moved away from Duchess, who didn't wake up at all. Silently he left the chamber. He heard the call again, and soon felt the scent of his sister in the air.
"Zarafa… what is it?" Scar asked with a calm look on his face, as they walked towards the great hall together. Zarafa seemed to be in a hurry, and she also seemed nervous.
"There is someone here… I don't know who he is, but he doesn't seem very friendly – not towards the hyenas anyway." Zarafa said with a sigh. Scar didn't understand what she said.
"Another lion? What happened?" he asked, and she slowed down; they were almost there.
"He is huge, and very… powerful. They are all frightened. I know, he's just one lion, but he has already… you're the king, you better see for yourself." They stood just near one of the lower entrances to the great hall, and stole a look into it. The hyenas all sat staring up at the pedestal – or they didn't stand up all of them. In the middle several hyenas lay down, and didn't appear to be moving at all. Scar ran in there, confused. Brize lay there among the others… definetly dead!
"Aha! Welcome, Scar!" a voice sounded from the platform, and Scar looked up; into the freezing cold eyes belonging to Kofi.
"You're insane, you know that, right!" Scar roared against him. This was his land, at least for now – and the other lion had nothing to do here. It was already clear, that he killed the hyenas.
"So you say, but it is not me, who mingle with hyenas! Where's my daughter!" Kofi said and jumped down to the floor, facing Scar. He was still taller than the young prince and king.
"I have no idea… and she has every right to be here, something you haven't! You exiled Duchess…" Scar growled.
"I did so, and what is wrong about that? Hyenas and lions shouldn't be friends, they just don't match… where is your hyena mate anyway?" Kofi continued, arrogantly.
"I am telling you nothing!" Scar moved closer – he was more than ready for a fight now. The hyenas slowly moved to the walls of the great hall, sensing what would happen; a few of them dragged their dead friends away too. Kofi roared so it echoed throughout the great hall and beyond, and made a move to jump at Scar; who was quick, and moved away – although he tried to hit the white lion while doing so, but he missed.
"Father!" Blanché suddenly stood in another entrance, the official one. Kofi turned his head towards his daughter.
"You're alright! You never know what…" he was thrown over by Scar, who didn't move his eyes from the lioness either.
"Don't speak to her!" Scar said with a low growl, and Blanché entered the hall.
"What are you doing? Why are you fighting… Scar?" she looked from her father to the lion with the black mane. Requiring the answer from Scar, not Kofi.
"Because he has no right to be here… he is a murderer, Blanché. Don't you see it?" Scar nodded towards the hyenas, and she saw the dead among them too.
"He is still my father…" Blanché helped her father up again, and placed herself between the two angry male lions.
"Are you coming with me then?" Kofi asked his daughter.
"No… I belong with Scar…" She said. Scar was confused again. She really wanted to be with him, although she should know he didn't love her at all. He tried to make it clear the day before. Blanché stood between them, still preventing another fight.
"He is not meant for you… I am not leaving until I can take you with me." Kofi said, determined.
None of them noticed Zarafa, who had watched it all from the small portal to the hall. She wanted all this to be right, but how could it be? Scar was right, the white lion was a murderer. But still she knew, that he wouldn't let his daughter go so easiliy. In her mind, Zarafa wanted Scar to be with Blanché; they were lions, they matched. But in her heart, she knew that his heart wasn't with the light pelted lioness. Zarafa had a great deal of thoughts running through her mind, before she left the entrance, and found the way towards the Pridelands. She remembered their old shaman, Rafiki. He would know what to do.