The sun lifted over the horizon, signaling the starts of a new day. The animals in the pride lands picked up their heads as the sun made it's awakening announcements and, after they stretched, started to walk toward the valley of the Pride Lands.
The different herds were heading to Pride rock. A few days ago they had received news that the King and Queen of the Pride Lands, Mufasa and Sarabi, had a cub that they wanted to present to the world. They were, for once, happy for them.
King Mufasa stood on the top of Pride rock, watching the many animals approach their final destination. Next to him was a tall black skinned man wearing a blue uniform, red vest, and a sort of police hat. He was Panaka, Captain of Mufasa's royal guards. When Mufasa spotted Zazu in the air, he sighed and looked down at the blue Hornbill as he landed on the ground in front of him and bowed. Mufasa smiled, his hair blowing in the wind.
Rafiki, the wise, old mandrill and kind friend, walked up the ledge of Pride Rock where Mufasa was, using his bamboo stick to help him walk. As he walked by, several royal guards parted around him to make room for a path that he could walk through. Rafiki hugged Mufasa gently, and Mufasa hugged him back. Panaka saluted the mandrill.
Mufasa nodded to Rafiki, who nodded back and disappeared inside the cave. He smiled brilliantly when he saw the small cub wrapped protectively in Sarabi's arms. With a grin on his face, he cracked open one of the coconuts that was hanging from the head of his bamboo stick, sticking his thumb inside the gooey juice; this was a sign of his blessing. He rubbed the juice on Simba's head, who blinked in surprise as he watched the mandrill carefully, with curiosity shining in his brown eyes. Afterward, Rafiki picked up some sand and sprinkled it onto the cub's face, causing Simba to sneeze.
Sarabi smiled as she watched the scene take place before her, knowing that her son had a great future ahead of him. She purred as Mufasa nuzzled her neck, closing her eyes half way as she watched Rafikki pick her son up and carry him towards the cliff. Rafikki walked up to the peak of Pride Rock, with Sarabi and Mufasa following him. The guards made a path, saluting as the king and queen approached the peak. He lifted the cub into the air for all to see, and some animals cheered while others stared in wonderment. The zebras stomped their hooves, the guards saluted, and the other animals roared with excitement.
Mufasa looked up with a smile on his face as the clouds parted, and a beam of light sparkled and glittered down on Simba. One by one, each of the herds bowed down to their new prince.
Far away on the other side of the kingdom, Scar mourned to himself, angry about the fact that he will never be king. He stomped onto the mouse's tail with his paw and picked it up, his eyes glowing green. "Life's not fair, is it?" Scar asked the mouse, not expecting an answer. "You see I...Well, I will never be king." He hovered the mouse in the air above his mouth, "And you shall never see the light of another day." He was about to eat it when someone cleared their throat, and Scar held the mouse under his paw and huffed a breath of annoyance. "Hehehe. Adieu."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" A voice startled Scar somewhat, but he tried his best not to let it show. Captain Panaka was standing in the entrance of the cave with Zazu standing next to his ankle.
Scar rolled his eyes. "What do you two want?" He asked in an annoyed voice.
"We're here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way," Zazu said as he fluttered into the air and landed on Panaka's shoulder.
"You better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning," said Panaka, narrowing his eyebrows at the dark maned lion.
Out the corner of his eye, Scar noticed that the mouse had managed to escape the prison from under his paw and slipped away to hide inside the small hole that was in the wall in front of him. "Oh now look, you made me loose my lunch." Scar said, now even more annoyed that he couldn't have lunch today. His eyes were narrowed.
"Hah! You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you," Zazu said as he landed in front of Scar. "He's as mad as a rancor with a headache."
"Ooh, I quiver with fear!" Scar mocked with fear, wearing a grin on his face that read nothing but trouble. With a now more nervous smile, Zazu let out a shout of surprise and started to to hide under his feathers as Scar advanced upon him.
"Now scar, don't look at me that way...HELP!" He took off into the air but he didn't make it out of the cave in time when Scar snapped his teeth and caught him inside his mouth. He would have swallowed the annoying pest too, had it not been for the fact that his brother and a tall hooded figure were watching him with a menacing stare, along with the captain pointing a laser gun at his face.
"Scar, drop him!" Mufasa commanded, his voice echoing throughout the small cavern.
With another roll of his eyes, Scar spat the Hornbill out of his mouth and watched as Zazu flew across the cave until he smacked into Panaka's arms, drenched in Scar's saliva.
Feeling sticky and wet, Zazu looked down at himself in disgust. "Impeccable timing, your Majesty..." Zazu said as he tried to clean himself off.
Mufasa then walked into the cave with the tall hooded figure walking beside him. The figure removed his hood to reveal a human man wearing a dark brown cloak, with long brown hair, a beard, and a long, chiseled, but kind looking face. This was Qui Gon Jin, Jedi master and friend to the royal family.
"Why, if it isn't my big brother and his Jedi follower descending from upon high to mingle with the commoners," Scar said sarcastically, walking past Mufasa and Qui Gon Jin as if he were to brush them off, his tail swaying lazily back and forth as he walked.
Mufasa glared at him. "Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba," he said, with a deep voice.
"That was today?" Scar asked in a mock gasp, holding his paw over his head as he closed his eyes. "Oh I feel so simply awful!" He then extracted his claws and scratched the wall in front of him while he slid down upon it. "Must have slipped my mind."
"Perhaps you did not want to be at the presentation at all," said Qui Gon, crossing his arms.
Scar turned to Qui Gon and scowled. "Oh, what would make an all powerful jedi like you think that?" he said. "Reading my mind, master Qui Gon? Not very polite of you."
"You're lucky all I did was read your mind, Scar. I'd rather perform the Jedi mind trick on you, your mind is weak enough...but that isn't the Jedi code."
"Oh, yes, the venerable Code... must keep that in mind. Otherwise you might turn out like me, and hide in dark caves and wonder why little hairballs take priority in kingship."
Mufasa lowered his head to look at Scar. He was really upset about the fact that Scar didn't come to the ceremony. And he was going to make that clear to him. He looked at Scar eye to eye and said sternly, "That hairball is my son, and your future king. And don't you dare speak to master Qui Gon in that matter, he is a friend of the royal family, and you shall treat him with respect." "
Scar smiled, but one couldn't tell if it was a smile or a smirk. Then again, it could be both. "Ooh, I shall have to practice my curtsy," he said, turning away.
Mufasa glared at him as he narrowed his eyes, "Don't turn your back on me, Scar!"
"Oh no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me."
With a loud, ear-piercing roar, Mufasa ran in front of him, causing Scar to pause in his tracks. "IS THAT A CHALLENGE?" He roared, baring his razor sharp teeth.
"Temper, temper, I wouldn't dream of challenging you." Scar said with a bored expression drawn on his face.
"Pity," Zazu said as he looked up at Scar with a curious look in his eyes, folding his winged arms across his chest. "Why not?"
"Well, as far as brains go I got the lion's share but, when it comes to brute strength" He looked at Mufasa, who narrowed his eyes at him with a blood-piercing stare. Scar walked past him, looking over his shoulder one last time before actually exiting the cavern, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."
Panaka sighed as he watched the bony lion leave the cave, disappearing into the valley of the Pride Lands with his long tail swaying back and forth with every movement. "There's one in every family sire."
"Two in mine actually," said Zazu as he landed on Mufasa's shoulder. "And they always manage to ruin special occasions."
Mufasa shook his head as he watched his brother walk away and vanish from sight into the clearing of the trees. "What will I ever do with him?" he asked himself.
Qui Gon walked up next to Mufasa, turned to him, and with a smile, jokingly said, "He'd make a very handsome throw rug."
Mufasa turned back with a smile to the Jedi. "Qui-gon, I never expected to hear something like that from you."
"And just think," Qui Gon continued, "Whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him."
Mufasa chuckled with delight at his friend's statement, it would've been rather humorous to see Scar as a throw rug.
Panaka then cleared his throat, walked up to Mufas,a and said while saluting, "Oh by the way, sire. Senator Palpatine on Coruscant sends his blessing."
Mufasa hmmed and nodded. "Very well. He sends many of those, but little else."
Night time had finally approached the Mohatu lands, and the sun was beginning to set. There were clouds in the sky, and rain started to fall as lightning and thunder struck across the heavens above. Rafiki was at home in his Tree of Life, and had several coconuts hanging amongst what made the "ceiling" above him. He grabbed one coconut that was lying on the floor, which was already open, and stuck his thumb in it.
He looked up at the drawing that he had made of Simba earlier that evening, and gave a low chuckle. He laughed once more, and rubbed the brownish-red liquid that came from the coconut on the picture of Simba's forehead.