CHAPTER ONE: SCAR AND MUFASA
However, there was one member of the Pridelands that was anything but happy about the birth of young Simba. It was Mufasa's brother, Scar. He hadn't even bothered to attend the presentation at all. The birth of the young cub had ended his hope of succeeding his older brother as king. He was born a mere half a second after his brother yet that half second had given Mufasa the throne instead of him. It wasn't fair!
Right at the moment, he was feeling hungry; he spotted a mouse. He quickly pounced upon it and seized it by the tail. "Life's not fair." he said. "I don't get to be king and you don't get to see the light of another day." He was about to put the mouse into his mouth when Zazu flew in.
"Hello Zazu, I was just about to have my lunch."
"You were supposed to be at the presentation today!"
"Oops, silly me, must have overslept." He turned to look at the mouse, but it had broken free and fled while he had focused on Zazu. "You made me lose my lunch."
"Getting lunch? Doesn't look like you were just sleeping, now does it? But never matter, when the king hears that you didn't attend the ceremony, he's going to be furious! And don't' try that 'I overslept.' nonsense. It won't work on me and it most certainly won't work on him."
"You lost me my lunch." Scar said again.
"You're going to lose more than that when Mufasa gets here!"
"Am I?" The lion moved toward Zazu and backed him into a corner.
"Scar, don't even think about….." Scar caught the bird in his mouth. As Mufasa walked in, only Zazu's beak was sticking out of Scar's mouth.
"Scar, spit him out!" Mufasa commanded.
"Impeccable timing Your Majesty."
Scar obeyed, spitting out the hornbill and leaving him splattered on the ground, covered in saliva.
"As my brother you should have been first in line today at the presentation."
"I was first in line until the little hairball was born!"
"That 'hairball' is my son and your future king!"
"I was hoping to be king."
"Well, that isn't going to happen."
"Pity." Scar began to walk away.
"Don't turn your back on me Scar!" Mufasa snapped.
"Maybe you shouldn't turn your back on me, Mufasa."
Mufasa roared and ran in front of Scar and blocked his way. "Was that a challenge?" he snapped.
"Me? Challenge you? I might have the lion's share of brains, but when it comes to brute strength, I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."
"Are you sure you won't have a go?" Zazu said.
"I'm afraid I don't have time at the moment. You see, my schedule is very booked at the moment and I just can't fit it in." Scar replied, rolling his eyes at the hornbill.
"Yes, because the last time you challenged Mufasa, you got your scar." Zazu said derisively.
That was true. He had been named Taka beforehand. Scar was furious that Mufasa had gotten the better of him that day. He felt that he should have beaten Mufasa that day, but he lacked the strength to do it. He couldn't overpower Mufasa, so his best hope was to find some way to outsmart him.
"Thank you for bringing that up. I really appreciate it." Scar said sarcastically.
"I expect better out of you from now on Scar." Mufasa said.
"Yes, of course." his brother replied. He exited the cave, leaving Mufasa and Zazu alone.