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 story is where I introduce another character, and it's an OC. Her name is Nafasi, and she's supposed to be a really small orange lioness. 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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Scar's POV

Scar opened his eyes, and immediately groaned in pain. He tried to move, but all across his body, the burns from the fire flared up in pain. He felt terrible, that was for sure.

"Hey, you're up!" Came a voice from off to his side. As carefully as he could, Scar turned his head to face the voice.

Standing at the mouth of a cave, a small female lioness looked on at him with a worried look on her face. Confused, Scar squinted at her, wondering who exactly this lioness was.

"Can you hear me?" Asked the lioness.

"Yes, yes, I can…. Hear you." Responded Scar, as he groaned in pain.

"Try not to move too much, you'll irritate the burns." She suggested.

"Believe me, I've inferred that much for myself." Replied Scar sarcastically. He lied back down, sitting firmly on his side. Then he turned back to the lioness. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Oh umm….. My name is Nafasi. I saw you floating on the river on a log, unconscious. So I dragged you over here, into my den. Then I cleaned all your wounds, best I could. Many of them were rather nasty too." Replied Nafasi.

"You helped me?" Asked Scar, feeling somewhat surprised. It had been a long time since anyone had shown him any sort of kindness.

"Well of course, I couldn't leave a lion like you just lying there, hurt." Replied Nafasi. Hmm. She was a kind soul, to be sure.

"Well, thank you for that." Said Scar, feeling genuinely grateful. Which was yet another surprise. He didn't really have feelings anymore. He viewed such emotions as weak.

"Do you need anything?" Asked the lioness. Scar blinked, yet again caught in surprise. Did she actually care as to what happened to him?

"Oh, well. If you have anything to eat, that would be good." Responded Scar. Nafasi nodded, and walked past him further into the den. Scar dared not to turn his head. The burns on his neck began to hurt if he did so.

Nafasi came back up to him, carrying the haunch of a wild boar. She set it down, and pushed it up to him. In truth, Scar was famished. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. His first bite was delicious, and the second was just as succulent. It was a good catch, to be certain.

Nafasi sat in front of him, watching him eat in silence. As Scar finished up, she grabbed the bone that was left and walked outside with it, throwing it into the river to dispose of it. She came back in with a smile on her face.

"Hey… What's your name?" She asked.

"My name?... Well…" Scar suddenly hit with a dilemma. If he told her his real name, there was a chance, an unfortunate chance, that she might have heard of him. He had no idea as to how far downriver they were from the Pridelands, but Nafasi could have heard of the king that resided there.

Why did that bother him though? What did it matter that she had heard of him? Could it be that he didn't want her to know him? Could it be that he knew he had been a bad king? No, such ideas were ridiculous. He had been a fine king, those blasted lionesses had simply not worked hard enough. They never had liked him. He would tell Nafasi his real name.

"My name is Scar." He said. He quickly looked at Nafasi, searching her face for some sort of expression. However, to his relief, recognition was not one of them.

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Nafasi's POV

"That's your name? Really?" She asked. What a strange name that was. Why would anyone call themselves Scar? Did it have anything to do with all the ones he currently sustained? Of course, those marks were all recent, and had probably been

"Yes. That's….. That's my name." Responded the orange lion. For some reason, he had seemed rather hesitant

"How did you get such a name?" She asked again. At this question however, Scar turned away, as if it was not something he wanted to discuss.

"Oh… If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay." Offered Nafasi quickly. She didn't want to make Scar uncomfortable.

"No, no. It's fine." Said the orange lion. He gave a sigh, as if collecting his thoughts. Nafasi sat down, and awaited his answer politely.

"Well you see, years ago, I lived with my family in a pride. My father was the king of the pride, my mother the queen. I had one brother, his name being Mufasa."

Nafasi noticed Scar spat out the name of his brother. Did they not get along?

"Since my father was king, the custom was that he would chose one of us, either me of Mufasa, to be the next king. I was the second born, and from an early age, my father, would always show favoritism to Mufasa. As time went on, father began to hate me, for whatever reason. I was always weaker in strengthening than Mufasa, so I suppose Ahadi simply liked the stronger son best."

At this statement, Scar's expression hardened, he clearly did not like recounting his childhood.

"Anyhow, Ahadi made sure I couldn't play with the other cubs. I spent many days alone, watching my brother and his friends have all sorts of adventures. Meanwhile, I would just sit in the shadows, not daring to join him, lest my father would become angry."

What a horrible father this Ahadi sounded like. Not letting his unfavored son play with other cubs! As the thought crossed her mind, Scar continued his account.

"My mother noticed that I was becoming depressed. She always loved me, she was always at my side. So she encouraged me to have adventures of own, to explore the Pridelands by myself. So that's exactly what I did. And for time, it was fun, being able to see the lands around me, and do as I please. After some time, I even met a cheetah cub, and we became friends! I finally had a friend, and we had fun for a whole afternoon. Unfortunately for me, I was stupid enough to show my newfound playmate my home. Ahadi saw us as I was introducing the cheetah cub to my mother. He scared it off, and reprimanded me harshly. After that, I became too scared to leave the den for quite some time." Said Scar.

Nafasi really got the feeling that Ahadi was a cruel lion. To go so far as to scare off Scar's only friend! It really was no wonder Scar didn't like recounting his childhood.

"Thanks to my mother's urging, I set out to explore again a few months after that incident. This time, I decided to go to the very borders of the Pridelands, since my brother Mufasa had been boasting of being taken there earlier. Back then, I still loved my brother, and he loved me. Every night, he would tell me of what he had seen that day, and what he had done. One day, Ahadi had taken Mufasa to see the borders of the Pridelands, and he had told me about a barren elephant graveyard, filled with the bones of the magnificent beasts. I wanted to see such things myself, so I set out to get there."

Nafasi had heard of elephants, and her mother had described them to her once. But she had never seen one, she only knew that they were the biggest creatures in existence. Their bones must have been gigantic then.

"When I arrived, I waded across the river, and slid down the ridge that separated the two areas. Once in the Graveyard, I set about to explore the magnificent skulls. However, I didn't watch where I was going, and I… I fell into a hole. I would have been stuck in it, wailing out for help, if I hadn't been found by a certain animal."

At this, Scar paused, as if he was wondering on how to continue. Remaining polite, Nafasi stayed still, waiting patiently.

"A hyena pup named Shenzi heard my pitiful calls for help. She helped me out of the hole I had gotten stuck in, and she asked my name. I told her, and then I asked her name. She told me, and we struck up a conversation. Pretty soon, we became friends. Actual friends. That cheetah cub I knew for a single afternoon didn't really count. She introduced me to two other hyena pups, their names being Banzai and Ed. Banzai always thought with his mouth more than his brain. Ed was a strange sort of creature, he could never stop laughing. And Shenzi was the smartest, leading their trio on all sorts of adventures."

To Nafasi, it seemed that Scar was beginning to enjoy the account of his childhood again. Those three hyenas must have made quite an impact on him. She supposed every cub needed friends, even if it was a hyena.

"Every day after that, I would leave in the morning to reach the Graveyard, and I would play with my three friends until the evening. Then, I would go back to my mother, and I was lucky, my father would be asleep when I returned. This went on for a year or so, and it was a fine arrangement. Unfortunately for me, my father became suspicious of what I was doing during the day. He told my brother to follow me, to see where I went. And one day, I was talking with the hyenas, and my brother saw me do it."

Now, Scar had lowered his voice, and he was frowning again. Nafasi had to lean in to hear what he said next.

"He told my father, and my father flew into a rage. That night, when I returned, my father accused me of fraternizing with hyenas, the ancestral enemies of lions. I tried to explain, but he hated hyenas with every bone in his body. He grew so angry, he swiped his paw at me, claws extended. He tried to avoid it, but one of his claws got me across the eye. He then grew even angrier, and I had to run, with him chasing me every step of the way. I made it to the Graveyard, and there, I begged the hyenas to protect me. You see, Shenzi's mother was the clan Matriarch. Shenzi interceded for me, and Hatari, Shenzi's mother, ordered her clan to fight off my father. When he realized he couldn't get me, my father exiled me from the Pridelands."

Exile? What a horrible fate! Of course, Nafasi never had to deal with territories and things like that, but for someone who had lived in one place their whole life, being forced to leave it must have been hard.

"Years later, when my father died, my brother let me back in. But even so, I guess you could say I never really got over the rejection. The claw mark my father slashed me with is the old one you see across my eye. I… I changed my name to Scar after that night, because I didn't want to forget the injustice that had been done to me." With that, Scar seemed to finish up his account. He seemed somewhat depressed now too.

"That's… That's quite the story." Said Nafasi. Indeed it was. Clearly, this lion had undergone a lot of suffering. It made her feel rather sorry for him.

"Yes well, don't ask me to repeat it." Said the dark lion, scowling again.

"Although…. What was your name before you changed it to Scar?" Asked Nafasi. At this question, Scar's scowl deepened.

"My father chose to call me Taka. It seems his favoritism began all the way back at my birth. You see, Taka means, dirt, or waste. Of course, when you're given a name like that, it's no wonder I changed It." Said Scar. Nafasi waited in silence

"So… Do you need anything more?" She asked after some time. Scar would still have to contend with his injuries.

"Not especially….. Although thanks for asking." Responded Scar, seemingly deep in thought again. Nafasi stood there in silence, as Scar tried to get comfortable. "Ugh…. The burns are all over!" He moaned. Then, he moved his back leg and went to scratch his flank. However, the moment he did so, he cut a long gash into his side, tearing off much of the blackened skin. "Ouch!" He seethed, and he dug his claws into the ground, as he suddenly grimaced in pain.

"Oh! Let me help you with that!. Try to sit down on your left side, to take the pressure off that area." Suggested Nafasi.

"Right, right. I'm… Ugh...working on it." Replied Scar, as he winced again.

"Here, I'll help you." She offered. She went up to him, and pushed on his right flank, as gently as she could. Now, as she was right next to him, she realized how much smaller she was compared to him. She was barely larger than half his size!

With a groan, Scar flopped over to his left side. He cried out when he let his left side touch the floor, since it had been burned as well. Just not as badly as his right.

"Do you know of any, any sort of herb or similar plant that eases pain?" Panted Scar, his eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"Oh yes, my mother told me about a plant that can be chewed on to help with that. Give me a few minutes, I'll be right back with it." She said quickly, as she turned around to leave the cave.

"Quickly if you could!" Added Scar, as Nafasi ran out of the den. She quickly scanned the riverbank, searching for the herb she needed.

As she jogged alongside the river, she thought about Scar. What a mysterious lion he was! Clearly, he had an unhappy sort of childhood, but he didn't tell her anything about his adult life. He didn't even mention how he had been hurt so badly.

Speaking of his ailments, the fire he had been caught in had burned off most of Scar's mane. Although to Nafasi, he probably would've looked quite regal with it. Very regal. Or perhaps quite handsome…. Nafasi almost giggled to herself. Now was not the time to get distracted!

Nafasi found the plant she needed, and seized it in her jaws. She plucked it out from the stones, and ran back to her den, where Scar had scratched long thin lines in the stone with his claws, in an effort to distract himself from the pain.

"Here you go, just chew on it." She said, as she dropped the leaves in front of him. Scar immediately took the plant, and put it into his mouth. Nafasi backed away as he began to chew, quite fervently.

Hopefully it would dull the pain, if not, well, Scar would just have to live with it. She didn't know of anything else that could be done in such situations.

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Well, Scar woke up! And he met Nafasi, who seems pretty adamant on helping him out. Anyhow, please do leave a review if you liked this chapter! Guest reviews work great too. I'll cya whenever I post my next update!