Haiba couldn't tell how long he'd been sitting in the tree for. He'd drifted in and out of sleep for the next day, not really caring whether he was conscious or not. There weren't many things that had meaning to him anymore. All he cared about was just lying there.

Well, until the tree was suddenly reduced to splinters in an intense bolt of lightning.

"Ugh!" Haiba crumpled to the ground below, landing hard on his stomach. He grunted as several dead branches snapped over the top of his head. The entire tree had been obliterated! And it was a really comfy one, too!

Blinking to make sure that any stray splinters hadn't entered his eyes, Haiba tried to haul himself upwards; he shook off a few laves and twigs as he did so. He looked around the area, and soon found the source of the bolt that had destroyed the tree.

It was a sight that shocked him.

A lion with a sleek black mane and a noticeable scar was firing electricity at a series of trees surrounding the area. He was laughing maniacally—as if destroying the trees were some kind of brilliant victory.

And I really liked that tree, too, Haiba thought with a frown, before taking a few steps towards the destructive lion. His identity was unknown to Haiba, but it didn't take him long to figure out the similarities between the lion and Shocker. Must b e his b rother. Where do all these guys come from?

"Hey! Just what the heck do you think you're doing?" Haiba yelled at the lion, in no mood to joke around with him. He'd had just about enough of misery for one day. Was a day of peace just too much to ask for? If there are Great Kings of the Past, then they suck.

The lion turned his attention to Haiba, just about hearing the loud volume of his voice over the sound of his electrical powers. He chuckled. "Oh—a little cub. What do you want?"

"Well, I would like you to leave the Pride Lands and never ever come back," Haiba was quick to retort. "Now get out."

The lion chuckled. "I don't think so. You don't know who I am—do you?"

"I don't particularly care," Haiba replied honestly. He just wanted him to leave.

"Your rudeness is grating on my nerves," the lion told him, a snarl forming on his face. "I think it's about time that you were dealt with."

"Oh, somebody help me, please," Haiba said flatly. "Come on. I've seen wildebeest with better magical powers than you—"

Haiba cried out as a lightning bolt struck him right in the chest. He flew back into a nearby bush, thankful that it had broken his fall. Growling, he grappled his way out, ready to pounce at the lion. "Oh, now you're going to get it, buster!"

Haiba leapt at the lion, claws outstretched. The lion responded by firing several forks of electricity at him, leaving Haiba screaming and hovering in the air.

"My name is Scar," he told the cub. "You will learn to fear it."

What, does he have psychic powers, too? Haiba wondered, stunned at how Scar was managing to keep him several feet above the ground. He had to admit that these powers were much stronger than Shocker's. He could only shoot lightning—Scar was throwing him all around the place!

Scar continued to electrocute Haiba, causing him to cry out in pain. With a flick of his paw, the cub was sent flying over the nearby cliff and plummeting downwards—towards his doom.

Scar smirked. "The weak shall not survive."

"Haiba? Haiba!" Simba called, as he wandered into the secluded spot on the outskirts of the Pride Lands. It seemed like an opportune place for those who wanted to be alone. "Are you around here?"

Simba looked around and gasped. He couldn't see it at first, but then he realised that all of the trees had been reduced to smouldering wrecks. "What on earth happened here…?"

The smell of smoke invaded his nostrils. These trees had been burnt—or shocked—right to the ground. Something powerful had destroyed them…

Shocker? Simba suddenly thought. It wasn't impossible. The cub had sworn revenge on them. Maybe now he had finally come to collect it… It has to b e him. No one else has the power to destroy trees like this.

Simba walked over to one of the annihilated trees, putting a paw to a fallen branch. He yanked it back, almost burnt by the intense heat. "Ow!" It was still hot—really hot. This had happened recently.

Sighing, Simba turned around from the destruction, a concerned look on his face. Where are you, Haib a? I hope you're not hurt.

Haiba had been hurt.

Grunting in pain, he looked at the blood sprayed all over the rocks that he had landed on. He was lucky that there was a small bush nestled in amongst them—otherwise he would have become unrecognisable on impact. "Oh, gosh… That hurt…"

Just about managing to roll over—even though his body was aching horribly—and looked up at the cliff.

That lion—Scar, his name was—had disappeared. Good riddance, thought Haiba. He dreaded to think what would have happened had Scar decided to pursue him. He doubted that he would have remained alive for much longer…

Coughing, Haiba managed to choke out, "Help." But it wasn't nearly loud enough for anyone to hear. That is, if there was even anyone around in the first place. Right now, everything surrounding Haiba was deserted and eerily silent. Much to his surprise, he wanted to be in the company of others. Preferably Simba and Nala—as much as they had angered him before.

He tried to pick himself up, but he felt too weak. His entire body had gone numb from the pain. His legs went limp, and he slumped into the rocks again. "Oh…" he moaned, feeling more miserable than ever before. How much more could life take away from him? Could he be dragged down any lower?

"Haiba?"

His eyes widened at the sound of the voice. It sounded like… Simba? It had to be. He had a distinctive voice. It couldn't be anyone else.

"S-Simba…" Haiba whispered, but he was never going to hear him. If he didn't receive any help, then he was pretty sure that he would be dead within the hour. Dead as a dodo…

"Haiba? Haiba!" Simba suddenly spotted him, and rushed over to the mixture of rocks and bushes. "Are you all right?"

"Cliff…" Haiba coughed out. "Thrown… Fell…"

"Oh, gosh," Simba gasped, his mouth dropping open. "You haven't broken anything, have you?"

"I don't… think so," Haiba grunted, waggling his legs to make sure that they were working—albeit just a little bit. "They're just… in bad shape."

"What happened?" Simba demanded. "Did you fall?"

"No." Haiba shook his head slightly. "I was electrocuted—thrown off the cliff."

Simba's eyes snapped onto the cliff, and then back at Haiba. "Shocker—I knew it. He did this to you. Why, I'll—"

"No," Haiba interrupted. "Not Shocker. Someone called…" He strained to recall the name. "Uh…"

"Who, Haiba? Who?" Simba asked frantically.

Haiba stared into his auburn eyes. "Scar," he said, before closing his eyes and passing out.

Simba's eyes widened in horror. No… It couldn't be. Not him. Anyone but him. He was long gone. Just a memory. A horrible, evil memory… Was it possible that Haiba had mistaken the name?

Scar… Simba just couldn't take it in. He'd watched him die. He was shot by Hago—right before his eyes. His evil uncle had never even seen it coming. He died. He died, he died, he died…

Simba continued to keep telling himself that, but it did nothing to disguise the truth. Deep down, in his heart, he knew that Haiba was right. Scar had come back. It wasn't exactly impossible. He'd seen Hago return from the dead—so why not Scar, too?

It also managed to confuse him. Scar walking around alive and well was one thing, but how did he have the power to level all of the trees nearby to the ground? The only cub he knew with those kinds of powers was Shocker. Unless he somehow had something to do with this also…

Simba frowned. Something very wrong was happening, and he had the feeling that it was only going to get worse.