Hello everyone! Here's another fanfic, and this one will focus… You guessed it, Scar. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but I'm aiming for about ten or fifteen chapters. Depending on how it develops, it could be a lot longer. But don't bet on it. And when you see: ()()()()()()()()()() it means the POV is changing. But that won't happen to often in this particular story.
This chapter is where I introduce another character, and it's an OC. Her name is Nafasi, and her name means 'chance' in Swahili. At least according to google translate. You really can't trust it one hundred percent. So I could be wrong.
Anyhow, on with the fanfic!
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Nafasi's POV
Nafasi stepped out of her cave, looking out into the sunrise. It was a beautiful morning, with the dewfall sparkling in the grass. How she loved mornings like these! It was so relaxing to sit in the warming sun, and let the sunbeams wash over her.
It was raining yesterday, so it was a relief to see it had abated overnight. Nafasi never really liked getting wet, it soaked her fur and made her grumpy. Nonetheless, you still had to eat, so she had spent yesterday hunting, to little avail. She had hoped her fur would dry overnight, but it was still damp. Nothing a nice nap next to the river wouldn't help solve.
As she walked down to the riverside, which her cave was situated next to, she felt the sand underneath her paws. It was in fact a nice sensation, for whatever reason she loved the sand. It was part of the reason she had chosen to live here.
Of course, when one was a rogue, you couldn't be too picky. All her life, she had been a rogue, never belonging to a pride. She hated prides. Every time she came into contact with one, they always rebuffed her, being careful to keep other lions out of their territory. Prides were too high and mighty she figured, they certainly lived up to the name 'proud.'
At one point, she used to share her den with her mother, who kept her company. But that was years ago, she had gotten used to being a loner by now. It still made her sad to think about her mom, but as she had mentioned, she had gotten used to life without her.
When she reached the river, she leaned down to take a drink. The clear river water always served to clear her thirst. As she lapped it up, her eyes caught sight of something moving in the river.
Out on the water, there was a log floating along with the current. But that was not what caught her eye. On top of the log was an old lion, lying draped over the wood. The lion in question was not moving, and it something about it seemed strange.
Nonetheless, it was clearly unconscious. And that meant it needed help. Nafasi leapt into the water, swimming through the clear liquid to reach the lion. Shivering, she arrived at the log, and clawed the end, grabbing hold of the wood.
Now pulling the log, she made her way back toward the shore. Paddling with her three remaining available paws, she made a slow but steady headway across the current. Eventually, she reached the river bank, and dragged herself back onto dry land. The log was much too heavy for her, but she didn't need to bring in any further.
She grabbed the lion by the scruff of his neck, and hauled him onto the sand. Now, with a clear view of the unconscious lion, she assessed him, checking to see what was wrong.
As it turned out, a good many things were wrong. All along the lion's neck and back, there were deep claw marks, and many of the wounds were still bleeding. The gashes were all ugly, and many of them would leave scars, if they healed at all. As for the lion's other afflictions, it was clear he had been burned.
There was not much left of his mane, which must have been black, and most of his sides and his legs had been scalded with flame. His neck and head, despite the loss of his mane, hadn't suffered too badly, being largely untouched. There were however some more gashes cutting across his face, and they too were bleeding.
In some places, the blood had made the area red with it's liquid. This lion had been very badly hurt, and if he didn't get help soon, there was little chance it would survive. For it was alive after all, Nafasi could see the steady, but faint, rise and fall of his chest.
Seizing the injured lion again by the scruff of his neck, Nafasi dragged him up the sand, still soaked from her swim in the river. When she reached her den, she deposited him inside it, gently setting him down onto the rock. The first step for her would be to stop this lion's bleeding. That was the most important. She didn't know much how to treat burn wounds, but she knew well enough how to treat cuts. Her mother had made sure of that.
Exiting the cave, Nafasi went off to get some sort of sponge, anything that could hold water. Whatever had burned the orange lion, had already cauterized many of the wounds that covered his backs and sides. Now she had to clean the cuts. She figured water could help bring wounds as well.
She hopped over to the forest, to retrieve a nice big leaf. If she did it right, she could carry water more efficiently with it. If worst came to worst, she could always just swallow water and spit it back out.
She jumped up onto a tree, using her claws to latch on. Reaching up, she made her way up the tree, climbing up to the canopy. This particular tree had big leaves, and so would serve perfectly for her purposes.
Reaching the top, she selected the widest leaf that was in her reach. Tearing it off the stem, she glanced back down, trying to select the best way for her to land back on the ground. It would be counter-productive to sprain one of her paws now.
Dropping off the tree, she landed back down among the grass. With her leaf held carefully among her jaws, she ran back to the river. Cupping the leaf in a sort of bowl shape, she dipped it down into the water. The clear liquid rushed in, filling her leaf up. She quickly took her leaf back out, careful not to fill it too much. Water was known to weigh a lot, and the leaf would tear under too much pressure.
Taking her water laden leaf back to the den, Nafisa tipped the leaf over onto the unconscious lion's shoulders. A good many cuts were concentrated around there. Once the water washed over the wounds, Nafisa used her paws to wipe away most of the caked blood. She was careful, since any contact with the burned skin probably hurt the orange lion.
Repeating her process, she went back and forth from the den down to the river, ferrying the water back and forth so she could continue to wash the wounds. As time went on, she felt confident that all of the cuts had been washed and cleaned. It was unlikely that they would become infected now at any rate.
The best thing for both his burns and cuts now was time. Time healed all wounds, except the very worst. And despite the amount of the burns and wounds, she figured that they all would eventually heal.
Now, all she had to do was wait. Actually, she was still feeling hungry, so now all she had to do was go and hunt. Once she had caught something, she could come back and check on the lion. So she headed inland, hunting for the unlucky animal that would become her dinner.
A good many hours later, she came back to her den, now carrying her prize. She had caught a wild boar, and it's meat was succulent. It was now afternoon, as the hunt had taken a while. But it was worth it! Boar meat was one of her favorites.
As she re-entered, she checked back on the unconscious lion. It still remained asleep, unmoving in its pain induced coma. She frowned, now feeling worried for it. If it didn't wake up soon, it might never wake up. Of course, she wasn't open expert on the healing arts, but even so, common sense seemed to say the sooner, the better.
She yawned. It was time for her daily nap. Of course, her naps always extended into sleeps that went through the night. Oh well. She was used to sleeping long hours. It was sort of what cats did. Curling up on the floor at her usual spot, she looked back at the lion again, staring at it's face.
This time, she noticed that the male lion had another scar across its eye, one that was years older than the ones it currently sustained. It was certainly a strange scar, one that clearly had been gained in a battle. There simply was no other way for a lion to be scarred in such a peculiar way. Although, she had to admit, it did make the otherwise lanky and battered lion seem a bit more handsome.
Nafasi set her head down and closed her eyes. Perhaps the mystery lion would wake up tomorrow. Then he could tell her how exactly it had been so badly hurt.
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Scar's POV
Scar opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in the middle of a savannah, somewhere in the Pridelands. But how had he gotten back into the Pridelands? He certainly didn't remember coming back. Then it came to him. This must be a dream!
Of course, there were a few giveaways. Whenever he dreamed, there was always a telltale line of blurring at the edge of his vision. That, and the complete absence of wounds on him. Scar surveyed himself, and found that he was a much younger version of Scar. Which meant that this dream would show an event that took place years ago.
Dreams always showed past events, and in each dream he always had the choice of doing what he wished in it. He could follow the event, or change it from how it had happened in reality. Either way, it had no bearing onto his real life, for dreams always ended when he woke up, and would start anew the next night.
Unsure of what else to do, and finding no clear prompting from the dream, Scar decided to stay where he was. Whatever this dream would show it, undoubtedly it would happen here. And the sooner the event was over, the sooner he could wake up.
As he sat there, he heard a rustling behind him in the grass. Turning around, he saw three hyenas jump out of the underbrush, and bare their teeth at him, growling. Scar jumped back, his eyes wide from surprise. The memory of the hyena's teeth was still fresh in his mind, and he was not eager to repeat the experience.
"What's the matter Taka? Don't tell us we really scared you that time?" Asked one of the hyenas suddenly. All three of them stopped growling, and sat down with amused expressions on their faces.
"Wait a minute, It's you three! I thought you were someone else." Replied Scar quickly, doing his best to save face. He recognized them! It was Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed! His only friends during cubhood.
"So, we got you!" Replied the younger version on Banzai, his face alight with glee. Scar remembered how on all of their meetings, they always started out with the trio trying to surprise Scar. He supposed it worked this time. Of course, never again.
"Huh. Well, that's still only once." Responded Scar, slightly miffed.
"Even so! I'm never going to let you forget it!" Said Shenzi, grinning playfully. Scar couldn't help but return the smile. He missed the days when he would play with his friends. Of course, when he became an adult, those sorts of things mostly stopped.
Ed jumped up and down, letting out that creepy trademark laugh of his. Banzai turned to him, and asked him what was up.
"What is it Ed?" Said Banzai. In response, Ed only laughed some more. Banzai listened a bit, then turned back to Shenzi and Scar. "He says wants a race!" Declared Banzai.
"A race?" Asked Scar, slight confused. It really had been a long time since he had done any sort of playing.
"Yeah, sure! I'm up for a race!" Agreed Shenzi happily. She marched past Scar and proceeded to point out the markers. "How about from here to that tree?" She asked.
"That seems fair to me!" Added Banzai.
"Okay then. Prepare to be beaten!" Declared Scar, as he turned to face the tree in question. Banzai and Ed hopped over to get into position. Scar reviewed his opponents. He had a clear advantage, what with the longer legs. The hyenas were still as good as pups.
"Right! On the count of three! Two! One….. Go!" Yelled Shenzi, beginning the race.
Scar burst ahead, sprinting, toward his goal. He smugly glanced back, watching the hyenas start to fall behind. This would be a done deal in no time.
However, Shenzi wouldn't let the race go so easily. When Scar turned back to look forward, she jumped up, and landed on his back. Scar felt the impact, and he stumbled a bit, but kept going.
Shenzi lightly dug her claws into Scar's back, just enough to keep herself from falling off. Of course, that made Scar extremely uncomfortable, it only reminded him of the hyenas attack and the flames. However, he first had to win this race. With Shenzi freeloading, it would become harder.
As he neared the tree, he felt Shenzi adjust, as if preparing to jump off. So that was her plan! Instead, as Scar neared the tree, he very quickly turned sideways, throwing the hyena off his back.
He felt Shenzi go airborne, and he saw her land in the grass with a thump. Smirking triumphantly, he turned back around to continue the race. Then, Banzai ran past him quicker than he could have thought possible! Before he could regain his speed, Banzai ran up to the tree and touched it with his claws.
"Hey… Did Banzai just win?" Asked Shenzi in wonder, as she, Scar, and Ed walked up to the victorious hyena.
"Yup! You all had better believe it!" Grinned Banzai, as he danced around the wood.
"I say it was lucky." Said Scar, as he sat down next to the celebrating hyena.
"Luck? How about skill?" Replied Banzai, his eyebrows cocked.
"Banzai, your only skill is skill in eating." Replied Shenzi.
"You know, that still counts." Said Banzai, as he finished up his victory.
"It does take a prodigious amount of skill to be able to cram the entire haunch of a wildebeest into your mouth." Said Scar, smirking.
"Exactly. I'm glad someone agrees." Said Banzai. The four of them sat down in the tree's shade, suddenly silent. Scar was having fun, the first fun he'd had in years. It helped that this was a dream, and he had a young body again. But something bothered him. Dreams always showed events from the past, usually important events that had impacted his life to some extent. But today seemed completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Unless…
"Hey, Shenzi?" Said Scar, interrupting the silence.
"What is it Taka?" Replied Shenzi, turning toward him.
"What was the last thing I told you about my father?..." Asked Scar.
"Your mangy dad the king? Nothing much, just that you thought he was growing suspicious about what you were doing when you meet us. Why do you ask?" Said Shenzi. Fear went through Scar's limbs at her response. He now had a terrible feeling that he now knew when this dream took place. Getting, up, Scar looked around, scanning the area.
If he was right, and this dream did in fact mirror that specific event, Mufasa had to be around here somewhere. Then he saw it! A swirl of movement! Mufasa jumped out of his hiding spot in the grass, and started to run away, back to Pride Rock.
Scar's eyes widened, as he stared at his fleeing brother. So he was right! Blast Mufasa! It had been all his fault! It was Mufasa who had told Ahadi, his father, that Scar was meeting with the hyenas. And Ahadi had given Scar his scar for it. Not long after, he had been exiled.
Well, this dream had no bearing on reality, but it sure would give him satisfaction to catch his brother before he told his father. Sprinting, Scar took of to follow his brother back to Pride Rock. If he was fast enough, he could catch him, and teach his brother a lesson.
"Hey Taka! Where are you going?" Called Shenzi, as her voice faded in the distance. Scar ignored her call, and kept running, desperate to catch Mufasa.
As Scar jumped over a pile of rocks, his back paws caught onto them. His leap cut short, Scar tumbled over, landing hard on his back. Consequently, his head hit another rock hard, jarring him.
Hmm. He had never been knocked unconscious before in a dream. It was sort of strange, what exactly happened in situations such as these?
Then, Scar felt all the old pain return. He wasn't fully awake yet, but he could feel the burn marks and the claw scratches come back. Drat, he had hoped not to wake up this soon. Now all he would get was painful reality.
Ever so slowly, Scar opened his eyes.
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And there's another chapter for you all! Nafasi found Scar, so at least he's all right. But how will Scar react to all this? What Will he tell Nafasi? Anyhow, leave a review of you liked it! It's a fan fiction crime to be following a story but not review you know. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flaming!