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. And also, Nafasi's mother's name, Mwanga, means 'light'. Also google translate.
Anyhow, on with the fanfic!
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Scar's POV
Scar stood up, as gently as he could. Thanks to Nafasi, his wounds were healing quickly, and now he was able to stand, despite the pads on his paws still being raw from the fire.
Nafasi was sleeping, having had another long day of hunting and caring for her patient. Scar was of course very thankful to her, without her help, he doubted he could have survived for this long. She was a very kind lioness, eager to help with any pain he was experiencing. Scar of course, had never been given that sort of kindness since his mother had died.
Nafasi was also a rather small lioness, she barely came up to Scar's shoulder. Nonetheless, she was a good hunter, and she always managed to snag something to eat for dinner. A few times, she caught wild boars bigger than herself! Which was an impressive accomplishment, for any lion.
Scar slowly stumbled out of the cave, toward the river he had been fished out of. He sat down next to the current, and looked up at the stars.
The lions at Pride Rock had always believed that great kings of the past dwelled in those stars. Scar himself had always been a doubter. Why did lions and only lions go up there anyhow? During his time with the hyenas, he had gotten a different take on the stars.
Hatari, Shenzi's mother, had told him that if there was enough room for lions and hyenas to exist on the earth, then there was plenty of room for lions and hyenas up in the stars. Scar had taken this more reasonable afterlife explanation to heart, and had adopted it thereafter.
However, this didn't change that his brother was probably up there right now, looking down on him. Most likely, disapprovingly. Bah. It didn't matter to Scar, he hated his brother. There had been a time where the two had loved each other, as brothers should, but that time had long gone.
And anyways, Scar didn't need his brother's approval for anything! What did it matter what he thought, he was dead, dead and gone. And Scar had sent him to that fate.
It was his greatest accomplishment, the coup that had taken place four years prior. And then, Mufasa's brat, Simba, had reappeared, and taken all that Scar had gained away in an instant. Scar flexed his claws into the sand, and growled. It was all so unfair, unfair and yet, so damned real. There was nothing to be done about it now.
No matter what Scar might try, returning to the Pridelands would be suicide. Whatever the hyenas fate, they would never listen to him ever again, and the lionesses would strike him down just as quickly.
It seemed then, that Scar was now a rogue.
Sighing, Scar made his way back to the cave. He set himself down, and looked over at Nafasi. It was in fact strange that she had the same color fur as he did. He had never seen another lion with orange fur, save his mother.
Her sleeping form seemed so peaceful, so delicate… Scar sighed again, and turned away. Nafasi was a sweet lioness, but he had more important things on his mind. First and foremost, was healing from his blasted injuries.
Putting his head down, Scar closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep.
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Nafasi's POV
Nafasi was having a dream.
Personally, she didn't mind them, not at first. Her dreams always started out as pleasant, showing her happy things from her past, usually memories of her mother.
It was the end she dreaded.
No matter what she dreamt about, every single one of her dreams always ended horribly, turning into a nightmare before she woke up. No matter how much she braced herself, it was always something new, something shocking, something scary that ended the dream.
By now, she had adopted the policy of enjoying the happy part as much as she could, savoring whatever was happening. Currently, she was re-living a conversation she had once had with her mother, Mwanga.
"Mwanga, where are we going?" Asked Nafasi. She was a cub again, walking next to a river with her mother.
"Where are we going? To find a new home! Don't worry, wherever it may be, I'm sure we'll be there soon." Responded Mwanga warmly.
"But mom, that's what you said yesterday!" Complained Nafasi. Of course, she didn't really mean to sound impatient. But it was what she had said in reality, and she liked it when she re-lived moments like this, moments where she just talked with Mwanga
"And I'm saying it again today. Just be patient." Said Mwanga , as she smiled down at her cub.
"But what was so bad about our old home? Why did we have to leave?" Asked Nafasi, despite already knowing the answer.
"It's complicated sweetie, but we can't live there anymore." Said Mwanga.
"But whyyyyyyyyy?" Whined Nafasi.
"Well, it's sort of like this. When some lions like a certain piece of land, and they're stronger than the lions who are already on that land, than the lions who were there first have to leave." Explained Mwanga .
"So some other lions are living at our old home right now?" Asked Nafasi.
"Yes sweetie, they are. But we'll find a better home, a home with plenty of food and no other lions." Assuaged Mwanga. Nafasi smiled. She loved it when her mother reassured her of things. It made her feel better.
"Yeah! No other lions!" Exclaimed Nafasi exuberantly, jumping up and down to add to her point. Since the dream took place while she was a cub, she felt it best to act like one.
Mwanga smiled warmly at Nafasi, taking deep pride in her cub. Nafasi knew Mwanga loved her more than anything, and she did her best to reciprocate the affection. As they continued on their path down the river, Nafasi felt relaxed, and happy. Best to enjoy it now, before the nightmare inevitably came along.
A cooling breeze blew through the trees, ruffling Nafasi's fur a little bit. It was a beautiful day after all, and the sun shone down onto mother and daughter. Nafasi started to skip, bouncing up and down over the pebbles.
"Why are you so happy, my sweet Nafasi?" Asked Mwanga. Nafasi turned to look at her mother, still smiling. It just made her so happy to be with her mother! Of course, she supposed this wasn't really her mother, just a memory of her in a dream. But she would take what she could get. It had been a long time since her mother had left in reality.
"Oh, just this beautiful day mother!" She responded, still skipping across the pebbles.
"Well, it is quite nice out today, isn't it?" Replied Mwanga.
"Yup!" Said Nafasi. Oh, she felt as if everything was just perfect!
Of course, she knew it wouldn't last.
As if in response to this thought, there was a sudden drop in temperature, and the clouds above her began to darken. She turned to her mother, and to no great surprise, Mwanga was gone.
Nafasi looked down at herself, and saw she was no longer a cub, she was an adult once more. Not that it meant a whole lot in terms of size, Nafasi was a small lion, even as an adult she was scarcely larger than an adolescent. She didn't know why she was smaller than other lions, but it hardly mattered when you lived alone.
Nafasi stepped away from the river, in case the nightmare emerged from the swirling liquid. The once bright daytime became noticeably darker. Well, at least that meant the dream was almost over.
Nafasi flexed her claws, getting nervous. Whatever the nightmare would be, it sure was taking its time. She glanced around, looking for anything that seemed threatening. The nightmare wasn't always an animal, sometimes it was a sinkhole that opened up beneath her, a few times it was a flood, and once, it was a tree, with its thorny branches waving in anger.
But most of the time it was some sort of animal. The worst she had ever experienced was when her mother had shown up, except she was nothing more but a skeleton, and she attacked Nafasi. That one still gave her the shivers.
"Well, well, well, what is a young, innocent lioness doing in the middle of nowhere?" Came a silken voice from behind her. Nafasi nearly jumped at the sound, but she steeled herself, and turned around to meet the nightmare.
This time, it seemed to be a dark maned lion, standing in front of her, a cruel, twisted smile gracing its lips.
"So? Are you going to answer or not?" Asked the lion again, sneering.
"I don't fear you!" Spat Nafasi, doing her best to act brave, despite her small size.
"Tut tut my dear, that's not really an answer you know. Well, if you don't wish to tell me, I suppose I shouldn't pry." Said the lion, acting rather aloof.
"That's right, you shouldn't. Now if you'll leave me alone, that be great." Said Nafasi. So far, other than the evil smile, this nightmare hadn't done anything yet. However, she doubted it would leave her alone. They never did.
"Manners my dear, you have to have manners. Why would you tell me to leave? I thought we were acquaintances, after all." Replied the dark lion, it's honeyed voice washing over Nafasi.
"I don't know you, you evil creature." Responded Nafasi. It was true. While he did seem a bit familiar, she was quite sure she had never seen this nightmare before.
"Oh come on my dear Nafasi. We've met you know! In fact, you invited me in! Oh, wait a moment, I know the problem. I suppose this look is a bit outdated, after all. Maybe this will jar that memory of yours?" Said the dark lion. Then, his form started to swirl, becoming less material.
When the nightmare coalesced again, Nafasi gasped.
"You!" She said.
"Yes my dear, it's me, Scar." He sneered. Now, Nafasi looked upon the same lion she had dragged out of the river, with the numerous gashes covering his back, and the black burns covering the rest of him. His mane was now gone, but he still kept his wicked smile.
Of course now, his form was even worse than when she first saw him. The burned parts were peeling off, and the gashes spurt forth red blood onto the ground. And still, the nightmare Scar smiled, evil glistening in his eyes.
"Well, don't let this put you off your dinner Nafasi. This is how it looked like when before I dragged myself to the river. Sorry, but that's life I suppose. Not fair at all." He said.
Nafasi steeled herself, doing her best not to look at the bleeding parts, and instead focusing on the face. It too was bitten and scratched, but it was easier to look at than the rest of him.
"It doesn't bother me." She responded. In reality, it was horrible, and disgusting to see.
"Well then, I suppose that's fine and dandy." He said, taking a step toward her. The blood splattered across the stones, and Nafasi took a step back in revulsion and horror.
"You blasted nightmares! You always make everything worse!" She seethed. Then, nightmare Scar paused, and stopped moving.
"Ah, my dear, while I am quite certain that is true in most cases, I can assure you, it is there that you are wrong." He then leered at her, his broad, wicked smile still on his muzzle.
"What do you mean? You're an evil version of Scar, just like everything else in my nightmares." She retorted. At this, nightmare Scar's smile only broadened
"Are you… Quite sure of that?" He asked, his voice silken.
"Yes, I'm quite sure." She said.
"Well then…. Has he told you how exactly he got the wounds I sport now? For that matter, has he told you anything at all of his recent past?" He inquired, still leering.
"Well, no…. but he certainly isn't an evil lion. That notion is ridiculous!" She retorted.
"Oh my dear, if only you knew….. You see, while I am quite aware that I am not him, I have all of his memories! And I can assure you, I am modeling him correctly!" He sneered. Nafasi, however, refused to be defeated by this… Rather upsetting nightmare.
"No! You nightmares are always worse! It's a fact." She jeered.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tutted nightmare Scar slowly. "You know, you wouldn't be saying that if you only knew the things he's done! His actions, his plans, his plots! Why hasn't he told you how exactly he came to be so terribly scarred! How he managed to be so horribly injured? Maybe because… He just…... doesn't want you to know." Whispered nightmare Scar conspiratorially. By now, there was a rather large pool of blood surrounding him, drenching his paws in red.
"He.. He doesn't seem evil! And I refuse to believe you!" Nafasi yelled. However, there was something in the way the nightmare was talking, something that made her begin to doubt…
"Oh my dear, I wouldn't lie to you. He has such secrets! Secrets within secrets and plots within plots of his malicious mind! Why… You should ask him." Nightmare Scar suggested.
"Ask… Ask him what?" Said Nafasi, as she tiptoed backward to avoid the blood that streamed from the mutilated Nightmare.
"Ask him about his past! Ask him about what he's done! Ask him….. Why exactly he came to be so horribly injured. I'm sure you would find it quite interesting, interesting indeed! Of course, once you've been told, I'm sure you wouldn't want to be within a mile of him!" Sneered the nightmare.
"No! Just leave!" Snarled Nafasi. She refused to listen to this blasted nightmare!
"Still don't care as to what I have to say? Well then, I guess you need a little taster!" Screeched nightmare Scar, now snarling, no longer quite so composed.
Nafasi, took a step back, and as she did so, the ground began to rumble. Cracks appeared beneath her, and before she could react, the dirt and stone fell away from where she stood. She lunged forward as a chasm opened up, and grabbed the stable ground. The rest of the stone tumbled down, away from her sight.
Now Nafasi was hanging over a cliff, her hind feet scrabbling for traction. No matter how she tried to pull herself up, she lacked the strength to do it. Nightmare Scar came up to her as she was scrabbling for some way to keep herself up.
"You know Nafasi, I could help you up! Really, it wouldn't even be much trouble!" He jeered, smiling wickedly down at Nafasi.
"You damned nightmare!" She yelled, doing her best to keep from falling.
"Well then, I bet you're wondering why you're down there! Well, I told you I'd be giving you a taster, something to jar your interest." He said, still smirking. Then, he leaned down, and continued his speech. "You know, this seems familiar! But not to me, to Scar! He stood just like this, with another lion right where you stand!"
Nafasi dug her claws into the rock, keeping her grip. But now the blood was seeping over the cliffside, dripping onto her orange fur, and making the surface slippery.
"And now, well, I guess I better finish the job aye? Alright then!" Said nightmare Scar, sneering evilly again. He lunged down at her, and sunk his claws into her forelegs. Nafasi cried out in pain as he leaned in forward to whisper something into her ear. "But what does all this have to do with Scar? Well, I suppose you'll have to ask him, won't you!" With that, he flung her off, and Nafasi found herself falling down into the void, as nightmare Scar laughed loudly above her.
Then, Nafasi woke up.
With a gasp, she opened her eyes, panting from the adrenaline rush. She quickly looked around, her eyes wide from fear. That…. That was one of the worst ones yet. She hated when the nightmares were insidious, like this one was.
She looked over at the sleeping form of the real Scar, who was sound asleep, unmoving. She thought back to what the nightmare had told her, that Scar was hiding something in his past.
However, despite what it had said, she refused to give it credit. Nightmares always, always twisted things, making them worse as to scare her. No, whatever Scar may or may not be hiding, she certainly wouldn't pry.
Even so… The nightmare had sounded so sure of itself.
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Yay! Another chapter in. Well, I don't know about you, but I really liked Nafasi's dream. Doing Nightmare Scar was great! Should he appear again, later in the story? Maybe to ask Nafasi if she had found out about Scar's past yet? Anyhow, if you enjoyed please do leave a review. It's a fanfiction crime to be following a story but not review you know! Constructive criticism accepted. No flaming!