Disclaimer:I don't own any of the original Lion King characters... this is simply a story I wrote, because I felt like it, nothing more :)

Just so this story won't confuse readers; some chapters takes place in the time, when Scar was the king. We begin at the beginning, from the day he became the king. Then there's some chapters taking place in the past, when Scar was what we'd call a teenager. A young lion... this is the story about Scar, his reign and why things became like they became. I've seen so many fanfics about Taka/Scar the cub, but very few about his life as a young lion. So here you go - please do read and review! Atrice

Memories of Youth

Part 1 – Scar, the King

Scar stood in front of the lionesses… he had just told them all what happened, and prepared to go on with his speech. One that would amaze them and most probably frighten them too. He saw the bird Zazu stand next to the queen Sarabi, both with a sad look on their faces. Little Nala nestled by her mother's paws, sad to have lost her friend. But they would all see, that it happened for something good. He hoped, that they would understand.

"Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live…" he continued, with the most genuine tone. "…for me, it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart I now assume the throne. Yet, in the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era – in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future!" he kept an eye on the surprised looks on the lionesse's faces, while the hyenas emerged from everywhere, now they heard their signal to appear. Scar left the lionesses alone to think about it, to swallow this new way of life, and climbed the Pride Rock to take a look at his new empire. He felt the wind in his mane, as he stood up there. The weather was grey and dark, but he didn't mind. It was his, everything was his, even the place in shadows far away. Scar felt like the king he had become, and it was a wonderful feeling right now. It had been all worth it.

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After telling the pride about Mufasas and Simbas death, and climbing Pride Rock for the first time as the king – after all this, Scar went into the cave to rest. It had been a long and hard day – making the plan work and all that. Finally he was alone, and on the throne, with a pride of lionesses to rule. He looked up, when the first of them entered, the widow after the now dead king.

"Sarabi… I am really sorry about what happened." He said and sounded genuinely sad about it.

"I doubt that… you hated Mufasa, you always did. You must be satisfied." Sarabi said coldly.

"What? It is truly with a heavy heart I take my new title." He said in a miserable tone, and wandered a bit about in the cave. Then he looked back at her. "I was actually thinking… your mate is dead, you'll need a new." He said.

"You're sad, and yet you already speak of mating – in a time of sorrow!" she spoke louder, still holding her head high. Her royality hadn't gone, even though her king mate was dead.

"You don't understand… you never did, Sarabi. But now you are alone… you have only me to turn to." Scar tried.

"I would rather die!" Sarabi answered with a low growl.

"Be careful of what you wish, dear Sarabi… you should be more friendly towards me." He wasn't pleased with the way the conversation went.

"Should I? I don't trust you… I do not belong to you." She said with a firm voice.

"Oh, but that is exactly what you do – you belong to me, for I am king!" he moved closer to her.

"I shall never belong to you… you've changed, since I came here; but only to the worse." Sarabi began to leave, feeling it was a mistake coming here. She turned her back to Scar, who with a growl now jumped at her, and held her down below his own body. He spoke close to her ear, in a low and cruel voice, but also somewhat sensual. She hadn't been this close to him in years…

"Beware, Sarabi.. if you turn your back on me for good, you won't survive for long – or maybe you will, but someone else won't…" he moved away from her slowly, but still keeping a paw on her back, to keep her near. "Now leave!" he growled and let go of her. She left the cave quickly without another word. Scar would get her – he just had to work on it. He would get them all… he went back to the place he wanted to rest, and laid down, thinking about everything. Why had things gone the way they did? Why did Sarabi never turn to him – she chose Mufasa, his ever so perfect brother, he thought. He remembered it all, as if it were just yesterday, how they all met...