Chapter 16: Memories
Scar sat in the small dark chamber, twirling a coin between his knuckles. He stopped and leaned back in the small wooden chair he was sitting on and exhaled slowly. He smiled and closed his eyes and remembered, remembered a time before darkness descended on his life.
Flashback
Scar was walking down a long corridor; he must have been 14 years old, throwing a small ball into the air and catching it again. When he was halfway down the corridor he felt something jump out of corner and knocking him to the floor, when he looked up he saw his older brother laughing above him, "Never gets old," said Mufasa.
"You," said Scar, as he was helped up by Mufasa, "One day, I'm going to sneak up on you, when you're not expecting it, and scare the shit out of you."
"Not likely," said Mufasa, still smiling.
"Mufasa," said a voice from down the corridor, the two brothers turned round to see a beautiful 14 year old girl coming towards them.
"Hi, Sarabi," said Mufasa.
"You really shouldn't tease Rama like that," said Sarabi.
"I'm his older brother, it's my job," replied Mufasa as he ruffled his younger brother's hair.
"Why are you here?" asked Scar.
"Your father wants to see you Mufasa," said Sarabi.
"Oh, okay, see you, Sarabi, Rama," and he ran off.
"Don't you hate it when he plays those games on you?" Sarabi asked Scar.
"Not really," said Scar, "It brings us closer together. What can I say? I love the big oaf."
Sarabi laughed as she ruffled Scar's hair, "Okay, that I hate," said Scar. And he and Sarabi walked down the corridor, laughing.
End flashback
Scar gasped as he came out of his trance, dropping the coin, panting hard, "Damn memories, why do they plague me? Get out of my head."
He got up and left the dark room.