I Don't Own Lion King

I Stopped Wearing Your Scar

Simba

"A wise king once told me, "We are one." I didn't understand what he meant... Now, I do." Kiara gently elucidated to her farther. The great lion and former cub gazing down each other allowing the rain drench their yellowed furs.

"But They?" Simba tried to justify.

"Them?" Kiara questioned her farther. "Us." Kiara eased into her father's thoughts and beliefs. Manage to chid and educate him but never in a manor one would regard as disrespect. Rather, a knowing Simba could succumb to her reasoning due to his good heart and understanding. "Look at them. They are us. What differences do you see?" She implored her farther.

The Lion King viewed the various lionesses on the muddy battlefield. Pride Landers and Out Landers alike. All dirtied, battered and bruised from the recent battle. "All looking the same." Simba mentally gaped in. Almost fearfully. A conclusion the king never saw or worse perhaps never wished to see.

Shame, shame reefed around Simba's heart and soul. His daughter had shown him far more wisdom in dealing with this situation than he had done since he had banished Zira and her followers. Kiara was right, they were one. They once had been one pride. Regardless of what their loyalties may have been towards. Simba, as their king should have found ways to heal the bonds his uncle had severed with through his manipulations.

Simba had tried to be the king his farther wanted him to be. For a time he had once believed he had accomplished this feet entirely through the other tribes. But when it came the Outlanders he couldn't have been more his Uncle's heir. More so than Kovu. Even now he could see his sly Uncle congratulating him from hell.

But Simba could also see his father patting his son from haven. Coming to this revelation thanks to his daughter. To prove this point and feeling. A loving golden light shown out of their clouded sky. Touching upon the farther and daughter humbly. Simba, took the time to truly see his daughter in this literal light. She looked so incredibly adult. More so than he had recently given her credit for. She wasn't the little princess who pranked her younger brother anymore. No, here stood the Queen he always knew she could be.

A smile twitched upon the two lions as the rain stopped. Respect and affection unspokenly shared between the two. Nothing needed to be verbally said. Words, were not necessary for this exchange.

Zira

Unfortunately, were once scar had been repaired. Another couldn't cool down their absolute fury. Zira, Scar's failed lover and most loyal supporter. Still, maintaining her fanatical grudge over Simba and his family for in her own personal twisted opinion. The death of the most beloved and finest monarchs to have ever grazed the Pride Lands. (Ignoring the actual reality of Scar's horrendous reign.)

"Vitani!" Zira ordered feeling the killing saliva leave her teeth. She wouldn't allow this chance to pass her. No, she had waited far too long to back down. Now with Simba weakened by his daughter's naïve ideals for peace. She could finally kill Scar's traitors nephew.

"No mother." Vitani gaped out soundly. Viewing her mother in a ripped but fathomable way. No longer mirroring her mother's insane bloodlust. The young lioness slowly and calmly walked up to her brother and eventually integrated herself with both him and the Pride Landers on their side of the battlefield. "Kirara's right." Vitani implored "Enough."

Zira had enough. She realized she had been wrong along. Neither Kovu nor Vitani had any right to carry Scar's legacy. Easily allowing Simba to brainwash them. They were both failures. Nuka, at least he died a true son of Scar unlike these ungrateful brats. Well, if they wished to side with Simba.

"Then you will die as well." Zira promised coldly.

"What?" One lioness whispered.

"is she serious?" Another argued.

"She would actually kill her kids."

"Dam, Kovu was right she really is a screw lose."

"Come lets go. Simba might be a bastard but he's at least not a lunatic."

"Yeah, being with her and Scar. All it ever did was screw us over."

One by one, the murmuring Lionises walked away. Having enough of their fallen leader and her failed coups. Crossing over to Simba and his side.

"Where are going!" Zira roared in disbelief and anger. "Get back here she barked." This couldn't be happening! This was not how this was supposed to go! Today was meant to be the day she had dreamed and yearned for years. The day Simba was put into the grave. Where she and her pack would finally take over the pride lands as their rightful rulers just as Scar envisioned. Not this! Not this betrayal. How dare they turn her decadent lullaby into this fool's fest.

"Let it go Zira." Simba reasoned soundly. "It's time to past behind us." He decreed.

Let it go? LET IT GO. How dare he, how dare that pretender tell her to let it go! "I will never let it go!" Zira detested. She had come to far. She would never allow Scar to be erased. No, she had not suffered a decade in the Outlands eating bare bone and drinking dirtied water. Being punished for killing Simba's oldest when any jury (A Jury she deluded herself into thinking existed) could see she was in the absolute right for murdering the cub. She would not turn back, not after she the unrewarded justice she had delivered.

Scar would understand her. Killing Kopa was her love letter to him. She could feel is guiding paws touch her claws. It would seem she was destined to carry his worthy plight and take on the Pride lands as their Queen. She was the only one left to who deserved to be Scar's heir. She would march all the way to Pride Rock if she must or die trying.

"This is for you Scar!" She howled through her twisted valiantly and leaped up high at the Lion King. She didn't know if she would succeed but she vowed to take Simba's life and by god she would accomplish that goal today damming whatever would happen to her onwards.

However, Zira's plans for vengeance and regicide were utterly cancelled when Kiara jumped out from her spot and lunged into Zira's high range. Causing the two lioness to come down and land in a mingled balled beatdown. Both scratching and biting each other. Without seeing they were rolling down to the gorge's peek!.

Kovu

"Kiara!" Nala cried out.

The clashing Lioness's were forcibly split off from each other the moment they hitted the edge's peek. Kiara and Zira when then plunged further down the gorge. Slipping and slopping roughly down to the watery chasm.

Simba, was about to leaped off the save his daughter but Kovu had gone ahead first before the king had a chance. Simba still contented to do the same action was stopped by Nala's shaking paw. "No, Simba." She warned. "The rocks are too unstable. It's too risky for another Lion to join in without harming the others already down there. We can't risk Kiara's life" She warned.

With a sour expression. Simba acknowledged his mates point. Instead, he watched anxiously from the side lines. Praying to his farther his daughter would survive this new unwanted development. As much as he hated to admit it. He needed to put his faith in Kovu, because right now he was her best chance.

Kovu didn't register the grinding skeets his claws made when he crashed down from the edge. Gritting his teeth fiercely, the outcast used his hunting skills to track where his beloved and mother had landed.

"Dam it." He groaned. Kovu finally caught where they were. Both, Kiara and Zira were weakly dangling from a torturous crack engraved from the stone's side. Both, desperately trying to cling onto sleeted rock.

Kovu, already finding it impossible to formulate an idea on how to safe both females at once had his difficulty intensify upon hearing a torturous crack and distant rumble which diverted Kovu's attention to their make-shift wooden bridge. With a last groan of retort, the dam burst apart, letting the water rush forth in raging protest of its imprisonment.

"Kovu, THE RIVER!" Simba barked. Kovu nodded to his former enemy understanding his issue. With the now monstrous river gushing into the gorge. If any of them fell at this point, they would surely drown. Growling Kovu jumped from another rock to another desperately lowering himself to get closer to Kiara.

But when he was sideways from the two. He found himself unprepared for the holy terror which was waiting for him. Zira, in her vindictive strength had gained the higher ground. A good position to climb back up. Yet, she didn't. Kovu eye's widened as he realized his mother had no intention of saving herself. Rather, to use this deadly circumstance for a new advantage. Smirking evilly, Zira, was preparing her claws icily to strike Kirara from her ledge. A move which would surly cause the princess to fall down to a watery grave.

Time had paused for Kovu enormously. The lion, felt a new moment of inner conflict rise up within his soul. Since he was a cub. All Kovu knew were two things in life. He was the hair to Scar and Simba was the enemy. Two commandments Zira had knocked into him quite well. Growing and training, Kovu had developed into a cold merciless creature who had no qualms with killing the royal family. The cub he had once been for a time was truly dead.

Until he met her. The day he reunited with Kiara. He, felt nothing at first. Just another target. A feeling he now deeply felt grave shame for. Those feelings changed the more time they spent together. Kovu had changed into a lion he never thought he could be. In two days Kiara had been able to rewrite his character. No, longer the Outlander who's so mission was to avenge a being who wasn't even one percent worthy of being the king as his mother would often preach.

Learning about Scar. The real Scar. Kovu, he felt a sickness cloud him. This was the guy he and his family had been fighting so long to get justice for? A Lion who made the pride lands a more deader variation of the Elephant Graveyard. A Lion who sat on his ass allowing vast hoards to be bullied out from the Pride lands in fear of Hyenas? A lion who killed his Lion guard members because they wouldn't go turn coat against Mufasa?

"A lion who killed his brother?" Kovu thought.

That last statement hit Kovu the most. Kovu knew his brother never loved him. Nuka always hated him for being the so called chosen one. Another, ripple forged thanks to this dam feud of their mothers. One which led Nuka to his death. For the mere sake of having his mother's approval.

Kiara, she was so much purer. She, was a difference Kovu never knew existed. Instead of desiring to end life. She chose to cherish each as if it were her last. She wasn't owned by the past. She focused on the future. Her way of life was wonderful. A life Kovu wished he could have experienced more. It was what made him love her. It was what made him understand she was the Queen the Pride Lands would always need.

Taking a deep breath Kovu knew what he had to do. Seeing his mother make the attacking spring on Kiara.

Kovu, was disgraced. He had used deception to enter Simba's inner circle as a means to eliminate him. He was born from wasted grief and raised in wasteful hate. But he didn't want to run anymore, he wanted to defy the fate so many had dammed him with. Scar and Zira had lied all his life about Simba and his family. Now was the time to reclaim some shreds of honour he had.

Simba and the others had every right to hate him for his original intentions. He doubted anything he would do could ever truly redeem the scar on his face. But for the scar in his heart. The one Kiara healed for him. He would now truly erase to make sure she would see another day.

Zira sprinted off her porch to attack Kirara. "NO!" Kovu boomed and jettisoned himself like a lightning shot. Banging into his mother. Kiara tried to grab Kovu's claw must missed her only opportunity to save her beloved. A bump here and there. Kovu felt the blood leaving his brain with each crash as the onlookers saw horribly what was about to happen.

Feeling the slide rock's leave his flesh. Kovu and Zira were diving straight into the raging waters. Kovu didn't close his eyes. Ignoring his mother's terrified screams of their inedible fate. Kovu in contrast felt clarity. He didn't want to die but he would not live in a world without Kiara. So long as she was living and breathing and being the wonderful person she always was. Would be enough for Kovu to enter the circle of life with a calm heart.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simba surprisingly yelled the second Kovu and Zira crashed into the water and saw the longs rope them down to their deaths.

Kiara shot up. Looking beggingly around for any glimpse of Kovu. The tide eased and the logs scattered softy around the river for a better eye view of the scenery. But try as she may the heir could not see one inch of her beloved. Putting, her head down and allowing tears to fall down her eyes. She prayed to her grandparents and all the kings and queens of the past to watch over her Kovu. She prayed she would see him again. Until, that day. She vowed she would always be Queen he knew she always could be. This would be her testament and honour for the Lion who was her other half. The lion who erased his scars.

THE END