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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Nafasi's POV

Nafasi was sitting next to the river, watching the sun rise into the sky. She had been up for a few hours, unable to get back to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about what that nightmare had told her last night.

That Scar was hiding something.

However, she also knew nightmares tended to lie. Their entire purpose was to be scary after all. Therefore, she promised to herself that she wouldn't listen to the nightmare, even if it was true that Scar had some sort of a past. Nonetheless, she was curious as to how Scar had been injured. And the nightmare had only magnified that curiosity.

She decided she would ask him today, whenever he woke up.

As the sun rolled higher into the sky, the birds began singing, and the world around Nafasi began to wake up.

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Scar's POV

Scar opened his eyes, and blinked away the blur. He had a rather nice sleep, one without interruption. He gently got up, careful not to rub against his burns, since it was always so annoying, and painful, when he accidentally scraped sections off.

He looked around the den, checking to see if Nafasi was there. She wasn't. Scar yawned, and walked out of the cave. He had been getting better since Nafasi had fished him out of the river. Every day he gained further strength.

He saw Nafasi sitting next to the river, watching the sunrise. He slowly walked up next to her, then sat down in silence.

"Oh hey, you're up!" Said Nafasi when she noticed him. Scar nodded in response.

"Yes, I suppose I am. Sleep well?" He asked.

"Not really. I've been awake for a few hours, waiting for the sun to come up. I couldn't sleep." Responded Nafasi.

"Shame. A good night's sleep is essential to daytime activity." Said Scar.

"I guess so." Nafasi replied.

"So then….. Why couldn't you sleep?" Asked Scar. At this, Nafasi gave a start, as if he had just reminded her of something.

"Oh… Well.. I guess I had a nightmare. Don't laugh! It can happen to adults too!" She added quickly. Scar raised his eyebrows in surprise. What could a lion dream about that kept them from sleep?

"Well then. What was it about?" He asked.

"Umm, it had my mother in it." Replied Nafasi.

"Your mother?" Repeated Scar.

"Yeah, mom. She, uh, she left a few years ago. I don't know if she's dead or not, but it's been a long time since I've seen her." She said.

"She left you? For what purpose?" Said Scar. He himself knew a thing or two about losing mothers. After he had been exiled, he couldn't see Uru anymore. Every few months, he dared an expedition into the Pridelands, hoping to find his mother on a hunt, or something similar so he could talk to her. He was rarely successful. However, he welcomed any conversation with the one he loved. One of the worst days of his life was when Mufasa actually came into the Graveyard to inform him of Uru's death. He had attended her funeral secretly, and from a distance. Ahadi had not heard his cries.

"She never told me. All she would say was that it was very important, and that she would come back as soon as she could. I guess you could say I've been waiting ever since, but it's been four years. I'm four and a half years old."

"Four years? That's…. Quite the number." Replied Scar. Huh. Four years. His coup on Mufasa had taken place four years ago. It seemed Simba lost a father around the time Nafasi lost a mother. And both were around the same age.

"Yeah. Wherever she is, she's probably dead at this point. But I can always hope." She said.

"Have you a father?" Said Scar.

"Never met him. Whoever he is, mom never told me." Replied Nafasi.

"I see." Replied Scar.

"Yeah, well, he probably wasn't so great. I don't know why else mom would have left him." She said. The two sat together in silence, as the river flowed past them.

"Hey Scar?" Said Nafasi, interrupting the interval of silence.

"Yes?" He responded.

"Well…. I was wondering if you would tell me about, well, how you got so terribly injured." She said. Scar stiffened, again surprised. Although he supposed the question was natural, especially if he was trying to keep it a secret. But he wouldn't tell her the truth, no matter what. He never was an expert on morals, but he knew well enough not to tell her exactly what had transpired.

"Well, umm, do you really want to know?" He said, procrastinating. Think quickly, and come up with a good lie!

"Yes. Yes I do." Said Nafasi, unmoving in her position.

"Alright. Well, I already told you that I got exiled as a cub. Well, a few years later, my brother, Mufasa, let me back in after Ahadi's death." He started. Nafasi leaned in, listening closely.

"Well, about a year and a half after that, my brother's mate had a cub, called Simba. He was to be the heir to Pride Rock, the next king. It was a happy occasion." Assured Scar. It took all of his willpower not to gag at his own statement though.

"A cub! Nice, you must have been happy to be an uncle." Said Nafasi.

"Yes…. indeed. Anyhow, life went on for a few months, and Simba became a bouncy cub who liked to get into trouble. All harmless traits in a cub, unless they took it too far. Someone told Simba about the Elephant Graveyard that was at the edge of the Pridelands. Taking with him a friend of his, he set off to explore it. Once there, he was attacked by three hungry hyenas, who would have eaten him, if not for the intervention of my brother Mufasa." He said.

"But what does that have to do with your injuries?" Asked Nafasi.

"It's all part of the story. Besides, you wanted my entire past, didn't you?" Replied Scar.

"Well, I guess so. Continue." Apologized Nafasi.

"Anyhow, the very next day after the hyenas attack, Simba went to play in a gorge. A much safer location than a Graveyard, I should say. Anyways, I was watching him for my brother, as a favor. Then, suddenly, a herd of wildebeest stampeded over the side of the gorge, as if they had been spooked by something. I ran to the gorge walls, and climbed out quickly. But by the time I reached the top, I realized I forgot Simba. I looked back down, and saw the cub dangling on a branch, trying to avoid the animals. I didn't know what to do, so I ran to go get my brother."

"A wildebeest stampede? Those are rather dangerous." Commented Nafasi.

"Indeed. Well, I returned to the gorge with my brother, and we saw Simba was slipping from his spot on the branch. The wildebeest were still running through the gorge, and they threatened to trample Simba. My brother, being a caring father, instantly jumped down to retrieve him. He took a few blows from the creature's horns, but he made it to Simba. That's when disaster struck." Scar decided to pause at this moment, simply for dramatic effect.

"Disaster! What happened?" Asked Nafasi, her eyes wide from worried anticipation.

"Well, he seized Simba in his jaws, and he made to carry him to safety. Unfortunately for the both of them, they were rammed by another wildebeest, and they disappeared under the dust, swallowed by the rampaging horde. When eventually the herd passed through completely, I ran down, to try to find them. And find them I did, but it was too late. They were both dead, trampled by the hooves of the wildebeest." Scar took this moment to close his eyes, as if in sorrow, and look away from Nafasi.

"They were both dead?" Breathed Nafasi quietly.

"Yes, they were. But it has been a long time since then, nearly four years. I've… Done my best to forget about that incident." Said Scar.

"Oh… I didn't mean too…" Trailed off Nafasi.

"No, no, it's fine. It's just life I suppose." Responded Scar. "Anyways, there is more to the story."

"Okay." She replied.

"Well, since I was the king's brother, and Simba and Mufasa were dead, I was next in line for the throne. I ruled well enough for four years, when a rogue lion arrived at the Pridelands. There was a drought at the time, so the land was dry. The rogue lion attacked me, giving me the wounds on my back and my flanks. Due to the dryness, a fire also started, and the lion drove me into the flames. He left me for dead, but I managed to drag myself away to this river, and the current dragged me here. For all I know, that same rogue lion has now installed himself as king over my pride. I can't go back, he would slay me. I'm not a strong lion, and he was a fighter. And that's my whole story… Sad as it is." Finished Scar. He had come up the rogue lion quickly enough, and he supposed Simba technically was in fact a rogue.

"So…. You lost your brother and your nephew, and a evil lion drove you away from your home?" Asked Nafasi.

"That about sums it up." Replied Scar.

"Wow… I didn't know it was that sad..." Said Nafasi, looking guilty.

"There's no reason to feel guilty Nafasi, if anything, it is nice to tell someone about all that's happened to me." Said Scar, completing his lie. He looked at Nafasi, and suddenly, he felt ashamed. But only for a moment, and then he quickly shoved the unwanted feelings away. And anyways, what did it matter if he lied to this random lioness?

"Well, my mom always told me that it was best to tell others how you feel. She said it would help if others knew about it. That way, they could help you." Said Nafasi. Then, she put her paw onto Scar's paw.

Scar looked down at Nafasi's paw, and again, the shame of lying to her welled up. He very nearly growled in frustration. What did it matter if he lied once! He did this sort of thing all the time!

"Yes, well, you've already helped me a lot Nafasi. You've helped me more than I could have asked you to." Replied Scar. This time, however, he was being sincere.

"I was glad to do it." She replied.

"So then, is there any breakfast to be had?" Said Scar, changing the subject of conversation to something more…. Casual.

"Not yet." Replied Nafasi. "I was thinking I would catch some fish for this morning."

"Fish?" Replied Scar.

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Nafasi's POV

"Yes, Fish. Why, haven't you eaten fish before?" Said Nafasi.

"No, no I haven't." Replied Scar, seemingly bewildered. Strange, fish were part of her daily diet. Maybe Scar didn't have any rivers or lakes near his Pridelands.

In any case, Nafasi was glad to have finally gotten the truth. The nightmare had planted doubt, but now she was sure of herself again. Scar was just an unfortunate lion that needed her help. And how horrible was it to lose both a brother and a nephew on the same day!

"Fishing is easy!" Nafasi continued. "All you have to do is wait by the river, and when a fish comes by, snag it with your claws."

"But why do you eat fish?" Replied Scar.

"Well, because… They're easy to catch, and they taste good." Said Nafasi. Those two points were plenty of reasons to eat fish.

"Well, alright I suppose. Let's see you catch one first." Said Scar.

"Indeed you will." Replied Nafasi. She got up, and took two or three steps to the edge of the water. Once there, she leaned over, and watched the liquid for any sign of the swimming animals.

It took a few tries, but eventually she snagged one that had been moving too slow. And it was pretty good sized too. Almost the size of three of her paws put together.

"And here is a fish." She said, as she turned around to face Scar again. She plopped it down in front of him expectantly.

"A bit wriggly, isn't it?" Said Scar, as he examined it.

"Well, it's not dead yet. Just bite its head off!" She suggested.

"Right….. It's head." He said. With a look of disdain, he tried to lean down and put his mouth around the flopping creature. He failed, rather miserably.

The fish jumped up and its tail slapped Scar in the muzzle. Scar growled in surprise, and he drew his head back. Nafasi giggled, it was rather amusing to see!

Scar growled again, and brought his paw down onto the fish. However, it slipped out from his grasp and hopped away down the rocks. Nafasi raised her paw, and dug her claws into the wriggling trout. She turned and looked at Scar, smiling.

"Humph." Said Scar, and he looked away, doing his best to seem unruffled. Nafasi just giggled to herself.

What a beautiful morning.

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Well, well, well. He lied! And Nafasi believed him! Oooh. What's going to happen to all that? Anyhow, if you liked this chapter, please review. Feedback is the best way to improve my stories, after all. It's a fanfiction crime to be following a story and not review! Constructive criticism accepted. No flaming!