5) Separation
They were up in the tree that Mufasa put Simba down and Horner sat down when Simba asked,
"Are we going to see Uncle Scar again?"
"It depends where he goes," Mufasa told him. "Your uncle has always been secretive."
"Why won't he ever stay with us at home? How did he get the scar?"
Mufasa never wanted to say this to Simba but now was the time.
"It came from an accident. He led me to the buffalo for a reason but in the meantime, Uncle Scar was hurt. A buffalo attacked him."
"Was he okay?"
"Of course. But I was blind Simba. Even kings can make mistakes."
"They do? What do you mean?"
"I was too busy following my father's orders as king that I never noticed Scar's jealousy. It was the envy that overpowered him."
"All because he wanted to be king?"
"Mmm-hmm." Little did they know that Scar was thinking the same thing.
He just climbed over a branch contemplating the ideas he had earlier in hopes of destroying his family but that was gone now. There was still the opportunity that Simba could get eaten and Mufasa would lose to those velociraptors but he knew Mufasa was a fighter. Knowing how stubborn he was. Scar wouldn't be able to hire anyone here on the island to kill Mufasa, knowing he would stand a chance of being a leader, but there has to be something. He must have the throne! He should be king!
Let it go.
How can he let it go? Mufasa was always the favorite and Scar was always left behind in the shadows. Nobody ever loved him.
Let it go.
It was getting darker that Scar went to take shelter at a fence he came to. It seemed broken, looking like an animal escaped but there was some kind of automobile on the path. What was it? What kind of dinosaur was it now? Scar looked around and farther down was a sign including a run down hut. On the sign it read,
Tyrannosaurus Rex
Wasn't that the dinosaur Horner mentioned that he had to remain immobile? Why was that? Did it rely on movement? Wanting to be safe, Scar instead went over to the automobile. He didn't know it was an electric car. A door was open that Scar went inside. He found himself sitting on a chair.
What is this? he thought.
But he was still plagued by the idea of murdering his family but there was a part of him that told him not to.
Why am I not loved?
Nobody has ever loved him while he grew. All they were concerned about after the accident was sweet Mufasa. Everybody adored him, he got to be king. Simba stole the opportunity for him to take heir. How dare they! They have to go down.
Let it go.
He can't let it go. It's too hard after all those years he felt lonely, though the only friends he had were the hyenas. But nobody ever fully understood him. Only Scar did. Who was that cub everybody knew as Taka?
That was you. Let it go. Return to your family.
"No!" he roared. "Never!"
You can die on this island.
"Nobody loved me!"
He angrily slammed his head on the steering wheel, seething. There has to be a way for him to murder them.
Mufasa is your brother and Simba is your nephew. Let it go. They love you. Let it go.
Scar could feel a tear falling down his cheek.
Mufasa couldn't stop thinking about Scar. Something could happen to him while they're apart. Those Velociraptors seemed ferocious and the Tyrannosaur looked monstorous. How would Scar survive on this island where dinosaurs inhabit? He's not a skilled fighter as most lions. Would he see him again? Then he thought about the kingdom and his home. What's happening there now? Would he and Simba make it home safely? He must return to the Pride Lands.
It was morning on the next day that the lions woke up. The golden lions nearly forgot they had a dinosaur companion with them on a tree and the orange lion found himself in an awkward position in a car. They both forgot they were stranded on this island. Yesterday was a long day.
"We must keep going," Mufasa stated.
"But where are we going to go?"asked Simba. "Are we returning to that building?"
"I doubt it. There could be more lizards."
"Velociraptor," Horner reminded him.
"It'd be risky. I think we should remain on the shore. Head there instead. Hopefully we'll find Uncle Scar in the meantime."
"Scarface? Why him?"
Mufasa gave Horner a scornful look.
"He's my brother," he told the compy.
"Sorry, but he didn't look nice."
"He's been like that since I can remember. Knowing him, he would be searching for safety."
Mufasa was right. Scar walked out of the car and left the paddock. He followed the road that led him to another paddock. This fence was also broken that from behind were many trees and ferns. Scar decided to ignore that. He didn't want to be anywhere near the dinosaurs that he continued on his walk.
Mufasa, Simba, and Horner climbed down the tree that Mufasa told Horner to lead them to the coast.
"Sure, but I'm pretty hungry at the moment," said the compy.
"But what do we eat?" Simba wondered.
"I'll get you something Simba," his father told him.
Mufasa walked further into the jungle that he saw a dinosaur that was almost the size of himself. It looked like a bird of some sort.
"That's a hypsilophodon," Horner told Simba.
"Are they meat-eaters?" asked the young lion. Horner shook his head.
Both he and Simba watched Mufasa hunt down the dinosaur and bite hard on its neck. After the dinosaur collapsed, he offered it to Simba and Horner. They started eating.
Scar was hunting himself. Despite the fact that he hated to hunt, he knew it was essential. There was a dinosaur he saw that had a frill on its bird-like head, the body almost silimilar to the Velociraptors, and it had long hands. It was a small dinosaur that was by a nest. It took one of the eggs and cracked it.
If Horner was here he would know what this was, Scar thought mentally. Isn't it some kind of raptor? It looked like it.
Scar kept his eyes on the raptor and he jumped at the perfect opportunity. He clenched down on the animal's long neck and waited. Breakfast was served after a few moments.
