Chapter 1

Five, it had only taken five seconds for the brown prideland lion to realize what he had done. He had just murder his brother, in cold blood. Death by a stampede incident.

"Scar? Scar? Is it done, it is done boss?" Banzai, one of his original hyena followers. He and two other spotted hyenas came of the shadow of dust that swallowed the gorge whole. Their snicker laugher rattled of the high rock walls. The green eyed lion turned his head.

"Yes, it's done." Three wide smile came onto the three stooges, impressed by their own work. But then, the female and leader of the group, Shenzi, spotted something extra with her keen eyes.

"Hey! Look, the kid still lives?! What do you want to do about the kid boss?" Scar thought, he walked over slowly to the small cub, who was still laying under his dead father chin. Scar could see the stream of tears collecting at the bottom of his mouth. What a side thing, he thought. The poor boy doesn't even know what death is, and yet it stares him right in the face. This cold, cruel world is no place of the naïve and weak. "Oh and boss, what about the dodo?" asked Shenzi. That was right, there was Zazu. But he didn't have to worry about that, the hornbill was still knocked unconscious somewhere in the rocks, and by the time he woke up, he wouldn't even remember the last few immigrations, and not to mention this morning. That scar was sure of. He waved the fools off and their trivial matters. He had something more pressing to deal with at hand. His brother only son, future king to the pridelands and more importantly, his competition.

Still he was only a cub, just born in the beginning of summer, he had no real experience of life. Nothing but the stupid tales his father told him of the great kings. Something along the lines of duty, honor and family, all tête-à-tête that Scar found useless. What is family? If you aren't belonged and accepted, what is duty, if you have nothing to live for and honor-please. Try telling the lion who just killed his brother with his own paws that. It meant nothing to the scared face lion, as he loomed over his brother still body, eyes glued to the small defenseless cub. The young Simba, oblivious of everything.

Away at the heart of the pridelands, a queen accompanied by her six pride sisters stalk on a morning hunt. Sarabi lead her lionesses in the focus point of the valley, where a mixture of animals; gazelle, zebra, and buffalo graze peacefully. By her side, her next in command and good friend Sarafina stood next to her. "what does it look like today?" she asked. The queens eyes, focused on the prey ahead. Her red eyes, keen to very little change on the prey around her.

"It looks like zebra today, look." She pointed to the direction of an eager sub adult male zebra, who was off stunting away from the safety of the herd. Sarafina smiled in agreement. "Are they ready on the other side?" Sarabi questioned.

"I'll check." Sarafina stalked off, snaking in between the tall grasses. Sarabi closed her eyes, she liked to gather her focus before starting any hunt. She rolled her shoulders in and out of their sockets, unleased her claws into the ground so they could dig into the warm earth, and lastly. Take a breath of air, recharging her lungs and taking in the scent of the induvial that would soon be hers. When she opened her eyes, she could see sarafina from across the way, giving her a signal. They were ready. They smallest of grins appeared on her face, and if only the prey had seen it for themselves they would have known it meant, death. Sarabi attacked, and Sarabi succeeded.

When the killing was over and the lioness could all catch their breath, around the fallen kill, the queen noted that something was different. It almost seemed too easy. Usually the zebras would be the first to go and run, along with the gazelle and buffalo. But today, it seemed they were having a lazy day, with their guard down. Because the pride land lioness were practically on them by the time the ambush was in full effect. Then she thought. There were no wildebeest. It was the wildebeest job to call the alarm of any sniff, sight or sound of lion. There were no wildebeest today. It was odd to say the least, because during this time all the grazing herds would be at the main valley. It wasn't like a wildebeest herd to not arrive on time, when the grasses were truly ripe and green.

the queen thought nothing of it, maybe the herd had moved on to another valley within the territory. Whatever the matters were they weren't there, but Sarabi did not have time to think on the matter. She wanted to get back as soon as she could, to hear all about Simba dad with his father, she knew he had only been waiting for a father son trip around the pride lands for forever. She couldn't wait for the outlandish stories his little mind would come up with.

The walk back from the gorge was a long and sorrowful one. Zazu flapped up ahead of the duo, Scar and Simba. His mind baffled on what had just occurred. Mufasa, his one and true king, was dead. The death happened, with no notice no warning- like death does- leaving the majordomo in a complicated situation, how was he to tell his queen the news. The news that her beloved king, ruler and father of her son was…gone. And he , Zazu, Mufasa's most trusted advisor- did nothing. The last Zazu remembers was waking up some time after, against the cold and Stoney rocks. Stunned as everyone else when he found the body of Mufasa. As he loomed up ahead, looked back and could only think of what the young Simba could be going though. To see his father dead.

"Keep up, son." Voiced Scar, walking ahead of the cub. Simba swollen red eyes looked up at his uncle. He couldn't understand, why did he have to leave his father? Why was his father no longer awake, and talking to him? Was he mad at him? And trying to teach him a lesson… the silence that had befallen the two on their walk home was soon replaced with the small whimpers of Simba as he started crying. Scar stopped, and looked back. He rolled his eyes to himself as he saw the cub wipe his running nose. Now was the time to expect tears.

"w..w..why..did we have to leave him uncle Scar?" Simba chested panted heavily, as he watched his little paws tremble. "Dads…j-just sleeping…" his uncle came towards the cub and brought him into his embrace.

"I know, I know. You're young and confused." He spoke. "You don't understand the ways of the world yet."

"…w…why wouldn't he get up…" he took no time in explaining.

"The king has moved on, from his world." Simba could only look up at his uncle and hope he would explain what he meant. Moved on? But moved where…and how, he was still there in the gorge where they left him. Why did he have to move on? What about him and his mom? Did his mother know that Mufasa decided to move on? Maybe she did, she did act fine this morning. Giving him his usual bath and chasing him around before she had to leave. Maybe he just didn't want Simba to know he wanted to move on. Poor Simba could think of some much and what moving on meant. "We have to get to your mother." He patted the cub on his back and kept to moving along. Simba wiped his cheeks and sniffed heavy. Slowly getting up and walking in the path of Scars pawprints.

When they arrived at priderock it seemed almost destined and uncanny that the lionesses could be seen making their way back towards pride rock as he and Simba had just reached home. Zazu swooped down and landed before scar. He wore a heavy face.

"I…I think I better tell them…" the brown lion nodded, with a still face.

"It would only be right, you were his most trusted and loyal advisor- practically his best friend," this only hit the majordomo hard like a pair of rocks. To say he felt like a failure then, when everything was happening and he somehow managed to do nothing to aid the situation-now after hearing those words, 'trusted' 'loyal' and 'best friend'. He hardly felt worthy now to look his queen in her eyes and tell her, how much of a failure he was to her and her king. It took he second then he mustered up the courage and flew over to the party of lionesses.

Simba watched, sitting next to his uncle. "Whats happening? Is he going to tell mom?"

"yes, son. He is."

"Is…he going to tell her I was playing in it…when dad-" suddenly a voice so loud shook Simba to his core. He felt his heart , blood race. He looked up to see were the sound of great distress was coming from. It was…his mother. He had never seen her heard his mother in such a frighten way, he up his paws up to close his ears. He watched from the distance as the others tried to console her. But it seemed to more they tried to talk to her and calm her the worse the queen got. Until suddenly she collapsed on the floor. And then her body looked still and cold like his father. "M-MOM?!...MOM" he was not heard or seen by the others, they were too preoccupied with their grief stricken queen. Simba went to check up on his mom, but was interrupted by of scars teeth to the by of his scuff. He was taking him away, he didn't need to see this, and he, scar did not want to be bothered with it right now. He walked back up the steps of priderock, with a silenced Simba in toe.

That night, Scar spoke words for his beloved brother Mufasa. On the top of priderock balcony, hanging his head low, but not shredding a single tear, Scar talked about how he truly admired him. "And it is true, we did not see eye to eye at time…i…I still found that I admired my younger brother. He was a great king-truly no one can follow in his pawprints. Not to mention he was a wonderful mate to Sarabi, who…my prayers go to her tonight- and not me. No one knows the pain of losing a mate, until they have lost one. So I ask the great kings to look out for our loved queen Sarabi in her great time of need. And lastly…Simba, I remember when my brother came to me the morning he knew he and Sarabi had conceived and would soon be parents. Boy or girl, we cared not. For family, to Mufasa was the most important thing. This duty and honor would always come last. And its with a heavy heart that I ask again…great kings. look after the fatherless boy now. Give him the strength he needs to become our future ruler of priderock…like Mufasa had intended." He coughed, clearing his throat. Maybe the thought of him actually losing his little brother did mean something to the lion. The six lioness watched as Scar gathered himself once more to finish. The cubs watched from under sarafina. "I want you to bow your heads to your king you have lost, a life lost a door closed. But…I want you to open your eyes to the new days that will be welcoming the pridelands in the time to come." He dismissed them. He disappeared down the steps of pride rock, while the lioness walked slowly to the main den.

When Simba walked into the entrance of the den, nothing had changed, his mother was in the back of the den, with Zazu by her side. Trying to sooth her. Simba wanted to go over to his mother, talk to her, nuzzle in her warm fur. Nuzzling in his mother security was all Simba wanted to do right now. But he couldn't get himself to move towards her.

"Come Simba." Voiced a sweet lioness, with a sad, yet another set of motherly eyes. "You'll stay with Nala and I today, is that okay?" the prince nodded. Sarafina smiled. And nodded to the direction where she and Nala slept. When he got there, he just stood. It was weird to look over to where he, his mother and father would sleep- just over a few feet-and now… to see his father wasn't there. Simba felt, empty. "I'll be back you two, I'm going to go check on Sarabi, okay."

"Okay mama." Voiced the daughter of the lioness. Her blue eyes and fur colored matched her mothers to a T. There was no denying this mother and daughter pair. They watched as she stepped away. Nala could see that her best friend looked troubled. His face was still fresh with tear stains. "Simba…are you okay?" the prince turned to her slowly. Shaking his head.

"I don't know…my mom just so sad…" he commented.

"I know…I'm sorry about your dad." She chimed, and showing their innocence of the world she says "I'm sure he'll get better."

"Really?" Simba asked, looking to his best friend who seemed to know everything.

"Really…he's probably just taking a nap and hasn't waken up yet." Her voiced added a slight glimmer of confidence and optimism. "It happens to my mama all the time, when she really tried. Maybe Mufasa just needs a nap."

"okay, hopefully it won't be a long one."

"why?"

"Because I want him to wake up so mom will stop crying…" they sat together and watched adults in the stillness.

In the cold, depth of the outlands a crowd had gathered. Hyenas from every corner gather and appeared from the bones of the elephant grave yard. "It has been done!"a cry heard from all the others, gathering the attention of the hounds. There appeared Scar. The lion, with the plan, the mastermind behind it all. The killer of Mufasa and the soon would be ruler of priderock. He had gathered his many minions. Back in his first home, priderock never felt like home to him…until now. "Mufasa is gone and our reign has begun!" the wave of laugher and cheers echoed though the walls of rattling bones. The pack of 20 or so hyenas all raised a paw to their new king.

"yea boss, we did it we did it!" cheerful himself the lion grabbed the dog by the cheek and sneered.

"Yes, my friend we did!" when scar had let go, Banzai had rub his cheek with the back of his paw. Who knew the guy could be so rough when he was trying to be gentle, geesh. "and I want to thank all of you, for making this happen."

"Hey boss it was no big deal to us!" chimed Shenzi, " Wildbeeste feels good in the belly!" she laughed as Ed the dumb one, of the three nodded in agreement.

"Well it's the least I could do for me helpful workers." Chimed Scar.

"A-and there's more where that came from, right boss?!" asked Banzai eagerly. The king nodded in agreement. "Whhoooaaa! Scars gonna be the best king ever!"

"Best king ever! Best king ever!" the pack howled together.

"Yea.. nothing can go wrong boss, unless that stupid birds remember hahah!" they laughed.

"Or or or! The cub Simba tries to get revenge for his dad hahah!" Shenzi, now this time. Scar began to note to simple, yet true simple point the idiot dog were throwing out. "And wait wait wait! This teeth are about this big! Whats he goon do, gum us to death?! Hahahah!" now the coard was in roar of laughter, but Scar was finding none of this…funny. The idiots were making a point and they were too stupid to see.

"…I have to kill him…" some turned their heads.

"Huh?" Scar repeated.

"I have to kill him, simba!"

"Why boss, what he do to you?" asked Banzai. Because he did not understand pride society and couldn't understand what killing a stupid cub would do.

"It's what's he GOING to do…when he's older…he'll want revenge. He'll want my throne!"

"well…tell him he can't have it."

"It doesn't work like that, fools! He's next in line! He's first blood, he's Mufasa son!"

"well…then…make him your son." What? The brown male turned with a raised brow. What did the dog just say.

"Come again?" because it had to sound stupid a second time as well.

"Make Simba your son, I mean he's about yea-big, young and impressionable. I mean that way, you can tell him what to do and we don't have to kill him- because cubs have these weird squishy bones that that make me-"

"You're right…I'll just make Simba MY son. I'll take him under my wings, make him see things my way-forget about his stupid father!… and what's a king without an heir right?"

"This is true, and who needs the work of making another cub right Scar…Scar?." Voiced Shenzi. A grimace came across the males face as he got up, making his way up the bone wall structure, back into a darkness of his bone den. This was a great idea, prefect even. Even he did not think of this, but why waste the prefect opportunity to change the life of the youth.

"hmm…looks like the little Simba, will have a father after all."

Zazu flew over the wide valley. His eyes would normally be as keen as ever to spot some trouble or mischief from the local animal. Mainly the baboon or the young hippos, splashing water at the other animals, but today, there was nothing. Everything was still and calm as a ghost. Not that it would actually matter is somewhere where going on, Zazu was to deep into thought of what he was going to say about Mufasa. But before he knew it, he had reached his destination. An old large acacia tree, that roots spread out miles from where the tree stood. It was the oldest thing in the pridelands and the next oldest animal lived there, Rafiki. Inside, Zazu found the old mandrill saying a hymn, words Zazu had trouble making out. He had come to fetch Rafiki and bring him back so he could say a few words to the pride and the pride land animals. But he did not want to disturb him, even if they were running a tad bit late. As Zazu raised a small feather, one of the mandrill eye popped open and a gaze landed right on the small bird.

"I came to get you." He said, bowing his head. Rafiki raised a finger for him to stop, he didn't believe or see the need for Zazu to bow to him. Yes, he's the old mandrill that knows all, but he is just doing his job. The real bows go to the lion of respect that brings order to the lands of Africa.

"I know, I was told to be waiting." Told, Zazu wanted to ask the baboon what he meant, but he knew whatever the mandrill said it would be far over his head. Zazu was a practical bird, things were the way they were and that was that. It was an order he liked and followed religiously. The way of life, the living order. It just made sense, he knew Rafiki could talk to spirits. And if a spirit was telling him that Zazu would be coming for him soon, then that spirit must be watching over him, and the thought of that spirit being Mufasa- if at all possible, unnerved him. "Are you ready?" his old accent of his time, heavy present. Zazu nodded. The two found themselves on their way back to the beacon, priderock.

All around priderock the animals of the pridelands had gathered to paw their respect to the widow queen. She sat along the bottom steps that ascended to the top of the might rock creation. Her cheeks were dry, along with her eyes. She had been crying recently but had to lock them away, when she was in front of her subjects. She wore a small smile, happy to see the turn out of the kingdoms animals who came to give blessing to their fallen king and his family. Each animal herd came, walking single file down a long line that seemed to stretch for miles, all coming one by one, walking up to their queen and bowed her head. To say the day would be long, was an understatement, this venue was going to have the queens' entire day. It was the early morning still. And the prideland lioness stood behind their queen on the high rocks that over some of the pridelands. Simba sat with the sarafina and the lionesses, while scar sat a few steps behind the queen.

As scar watched on, counting the seconds, minutes and even the hour that had passed by, he could only think of Sarabi. And what she- a widow to a mighty kingdom would do next. It had been three days snice Mufasa death and surely, the queen would have to have question this. She alone, with no male for protection. A son who far too young to rule, a kingdom- so that must leave the obvious. That he, the one and only brother to the late king, should rule in his brothers stead. He eyed the back of the queen, looking slowly her up and down, and then he thought…quiet possibly even- he had to ask her. He came from behind her and whispered in her ear.

"Sarabi, may I speak with you."

"Not now Scar." She chimed, slightly looking over her shoulder to give him a look to wait and hold whatever it is he had to say.

"Yes, but it's of the upmost importance-"

"I said… not now." She did not look to him. She said what she had to say, and meant it. now was not the time to talk of trivial matters with her brother in-law when she had her subject to focus now. He could wait, and he would wait. Brooding some, and keeping most of his words in.

"Fine, we'll talk later." He turned walked back up the steps to priderock. Simba watched from the distance as he saw the look on his uncle face. He wondered, what was with him?

Finally, many many hours later the last animal came, bowed its head and respect and left. Sarabi was exhausted. It was night now and the pride had already gone and hunted its food hours ago. Simba was porbably asleep with sarafina, so the mother did not feel the urge to get back up and return back home just yet. As she looked to her paws, she suddenly saw a figure loom over her, he had crazy hair sticking off of his head and a large staff which he held right behind him. She brought a smile to her face to see a good friend. "Rafiki…"

"How are you doing, dear?" she sighed.

"…Not good, not good at all." He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Death is never an easy thing."

"I know… and I understand but…Rafiki it all happened so fast." He wiped away the tears that she now let flood out on her red orbs. " that morning was so normal…we got up, he told me about his plan for the day…s-Simba was so excited…he couldn't wait to spend time with his dad…a-and I chased him around…i…it was so prefect…and now." She paused, her voice quivered softly. "w-what am I going to do with him?...what is Simba going to do without his father…" she closed her eyes to calm herself. "I…don't know what to do…" she chimed, leaning to Rafiki old words of wisdom to guide her. "What should I do…Simba too young to rule. And a queen angering her own pride…a pride with territory this big is unheard of. I can try- I will try, but what if I fail…if I can't keep my pride safe- Simba safe…I.." it was a hard thing of Sarabi to sallow, to think about. She and Mufasa had always had each other, thought think and thin, good or bad. She always had him to depend on to keep her steady. And earlier in the year, when they finally decided to start a family, after so many years of ruling, heirless. she thought she and Mufasa were unable to have a cub, because of her age. He was there for her. Supporting her and loving her, even if should couldn't give him a child. But thanks to the great kings she was. Now her best friend, soulmate and rock is out of her life, without warning…for forever. How could she never come to terms with that…she couldn't.

"Rest my queen, take some time. You do not need to worry yourself with these questions now. You go to your son, and be with him…you will both need each other." Sarabi slowly nodded her head in agreement.

"Thank you, Rafiki." She chimed, before collecting herself, and leaving the mandrill to dismiss himself back home.

That night, the lioness slept along with their queen. It felt cold and alone, sleeping where she and her husband once laid together only three night ago. She left the space open for the taking, but no one dare- nor did any of the lioness what to sleep on the royal rock. Sarabi slept along the wall were her friend sarafina and her daughter Nala lay. Tucked away in between his mother arms lay a restless Simba. It had been three days snice he saw his dad, and even if Simba did not understand the concept of death. He did soon figure out, that his father would not be coming home anymore. There would be no home sleeping with dad, stories by dad, fun adventures with his dad. That he was now sure of. Slowly the orange cub squeezed out of his mother tight embrace. She crawled over to a sleeping Nala, who was safely tucked away in her mother arms. "Nala?,…psssh Nala…are you awake?" when she did not respond, he started patting her on the head. "nala…nala-"

"…w-what Simba? I was sleeping if you didn't notice…" she rubbed her dry and tried eyes. Opening them after, she could see the long face Simba wore. "What's wrong?" she whispered.

"I…I don't think my dads coming back." His heart heavy.

"oh…I'm sorry Simba." Nala too, wiggling her way out of her sleeping mother arms, came to comfort her best friend. She have him her biggest hug. When they parted she asked. "So…are you gonna be king of pride rock…like you said?"

"I…I guess so." His sadness sure turned to a wild bewilderment, he had forgotten he was the prince of the pride lands and that his father was teaching him how to be the next king. "But I don't know. My dad didn't have time to teach me everything, I don't know how to do a lot of stuff."

"That's okay, I'll help you. It'll be fun."

"Ruling not supposed to be fun Nala, that what my dad said." He spoke in a 'matter of fact' tone, everyone knew this. Ruling was hard work. Nala rolled her eyes.

"Well we can make it fun, plus Sarabi still queen. So she can help you fix stuff you mess up."

"You're right!- but what…I need my own queen if I'm going to rule- not my mom." Nala looked away and shook her head at the idea.

"Eww not me! marriage is for old lions!"

"But Nala you're the only one here, plus you're my best friend, we have to get married! How else will I get a queen."

"I don't know, don't royal lions go off and find them?"

"No, everyone knows that. Royals are already betrothed as cubs, duh." The cub cocked her head, be-what?

"be…vowed?"

"I don't know, some words I heard my dad and Zazu say. It means marriage."

"Oh." Simba flashed a small smile of hope. That his best friend of forever, would yes say to being is his best friend wife. And after seeing she had no ay out if it. she painfully agreed. "ugh fine…I guess I'll marry you."

"Yes! -oops…" Nala quickly covered his mouth to not wake the sleeping adults. "haha, awesome, we're going to get married!"

"Cool…but simba, where do we get married?"

"I don't know…here at priderock." The most obvious solution right.

"Who's' going to do it?"

"…Zazu?"

"Nah, he talks too much." Nala chimed

"Rafiki?"

"No, he scars me."

"…I bet my uncle Scar wouldn't mind. After all I am in favorite nephew!"

"ha-ha right."

"okay, get some rest we have a busy day tomorrow."

"I know getting ready, we grew up so fast haha."

"Night Nala."

"Night simba-"

"Oh wait!"

"huh?" he stepped forwards and looked in her in her blue eyes. "what are you doing? Do I have something on my face?!" becoming scared.

"No, I forgot to kiss you." The little cub almost lost her dinner.

"Ewwwww!"

"Nala!"

"Ewwwww ewww ewww- no boys have germs!" she whispered.

"Well how else am I suppose to show you how I care for you?"

"I don't know…" Simba thought for a second. What could be the best way to show Nala he was serious about getting married and that he liked her. Then it came to him.

"I know! A paw shake!"

"That's prefect! Only the cool cubs have paw shakes!"

"yea and we're the coolest!"

"…and the only cubs here, haha" so after minutes of practicing, timing it out and ending thing on a cool trick. Simba and Nala had finally come up with their marriage paw shake that would should their love and affection for each other from now on, until the end of their days. And finished with their masterpiece, they could sleep satisfied. "this paw shake rocks, I can't wait to get married tomorrow and show everyone."

"me too, you think my mom will cry."

"Probably, moms do that when they're happy. My mama did that when I started talking, she told me, and now she tells me I never stop talking, haha." Simba thought of his Simba, seeing his mother happy was all he wanted In the world now. And hopefully tomorrow, Sarabi would become happy again. the cubs went back, tucking themselves into their mothers' love and warmth. "hey Simba?" asked Nala, peeking her head above her mother paw.

"yea?" he asked back.

"I think you're going to make a great king, the best."

"You think so?"

"Yea." Simba watched as Nala slowly began to fall into the world of sleep and dreams, he too was soon following her. And at this night, he would dream about being the best king he could ever be. To make his father proud.

The crackling of bones, echoed off the walls. The last of the wildebeest had been eating by the pack of hyenas. And now, the empty stomach hyenas were looking to scar again. the brown lion was there, again, among his many minions. He had left right after his failed attempted to talk with Sarabi. Thinking of what do to next, he kicked the small piece of bones around him. " I have to give her time." He spoke.

"Time? How much time?" Banzai, "My stomach getting cranky again!" complained the spotted hyena as he rubbed his big belly.

"Enough time, one never wants to seem too eager, too greedy."

"But we have too eager, and we are too greedy!" Banzai again.

"Yea, we're hyenas, its' what we do! Being eager and greedy haha!" Ed nodding to Shenzi joke.

"And what has that gotten you?" questioned Scar. The trio said nothing, because they could think of nothing. The pack lived in the elephant grave yard- the pack as always lived in the elephant grave yard. There was a time when they did roam the lands freely, but a few too many hyenas starting out thing out of hand, hashing, chasing and killing the herd animals. It had only been recent that Mufasa has casted the hyenas out of the pridelands. Only a few days before Simba birth in fact. Mufasa had made it his plan to rid the lands of the dogs, to keep it safe for Simba and the other animals. Also he did it for Scar, Mufasa did not like how Scar would talk and hang out with the trouble causing hyenas. Preferring them over his pride at times and even siding with them, when they had done wrong to the other animals. It was a big storm that was waiting to happen, so Mufasa took action and handle the issue at once. He and the lionesses outcasted the hyenas overnight, chasing them to the outlands of the elephant graveyard. No more, would they pester the pridelands. Needless to say that all were not in favor of the new ordeal. And since then the hyenas had been plotting to get the power in numbers to retake the pridelands. Not that they haven't already tried, but it's pretty obvious that the hyenas aren't the brightest of animals in the pridelands, this is where Scar came in. He knew he could never take his brother in single combat, nor would the pride allow him to challenge the current king. He knew he had to advise a way to get Mufasa out of the picture, and make it seem like he had nothing to do with it. the hyenas would handle that job easily. And now with Mufasa gone, and the pride weakened With grief. He can finally move in as the new king, with his new many followers to support him. " Like I said, I'll give her time. We will get what we want, soon."