your responsibilities as Queen of the Pride Lands. I know my brother would not want me to have you for myself.”

Sarabi’s expression turned from one of anger to shock. I too had not expected this, and I lost my focus for a moment, unsure if what I had heard had happened. I did not hear Scar’s next words, but when he finished, Zira stepped out of the cave where she had apparently been waiting. She stood next to Scar and licked him. It was then that I understood that this was Scar’s chosen mate.

They both turned back to the cave, and for a second time, Scar stopped before entering it. He turned his head to Sarabi, who still looked completely shocked.

“Oh, and one last thing Sarabi.” His eyes shone with a powerful hunger, and a sneering smile curled his lips. “Tell Sarafina to give her final goodbyes tonight, for at dawn shall be the slaying of the cubs born under my brother.”

If I had not been listening intently, I would have thought I heard Scar wrong. I felt my jaw drop and saw that Sarabi’s had done the same. When Scar and Zira disappeared into the cave, Sarabi staggered down to the base of Pride Rock, and fell. There, she wept the tears of her broken heart. I knew exactly how she felt. To lose two people so close to you was not an easy feeling to endure. And to top it off, Scar had replaced her mate as the King. Not even five minutes into his kinship, he already ruined what Mufasa and his forefathers had worked so hard to achieve.

My heart fell at the sight of Sarabi in this pitiful state, and I walked forward and kneeled down next to her.

“Sarabi,” My voice shook violently as I spoke. I searched for words to console her with, but I could not think of any. There was nothing consoling to myself, how on earth could I console her. I looked away to Sarafina, and my heart plummeted ever further. She was nuzzling onto Nala nonstop, sobbing her eyes out.

The sight was too much, and once again, my eyes began to water. I cared no more if it pained me. The sadness that was caused by the tragedy was too great for me to hold back my overflowing emotions anymore. I buried my face in my hands and wept for the loss of peace, the passing of a great king, and the loss of a young soul who I had grown so close to.

That night, Pride Rock echoed with the devastating sounds of mourning and sadness. The crescent moon rose silently into the night sky that slowly became shrouded in gray clouds. The ascension of King Scar had been fulfilled. The dream I had so many weeks ago about Tahri, and his proclamation of hyenas overtaking the Pride Lands had come true. And it was all because Scar allowed it to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9 – Of Debts and Deceit

 

           

I awoke the next morning to a horrible sound. My eyes sprang open as a great, high pitched yipping emitted from the cave. I stood up, and stared around. I had fallen asleep in the same spot I had wept last night. Apparently, I had passed out whilst I wept.

I ran up to the cave as the sound grew louder. Fear flooded me as I remembered Scar’s final words from the night before, and my thoughts instantly fell on Nala. When I entered the cave and turned the corner, an awful scene met my eyes.

Scar was standing in the center of the cave where Mufasa and Sarabi used to sleep. Lying around him, carelessly tossed aside, were the bodies of the cubs of the pride, their blood pooling around them.

I staggered backwards out of the cave and leaned against the wall for fear of losing my balance. The horridness of this act was beyond my imagination. Never had I even once considered that Scar could do something so evil as to kill an innocent child, yet here it was in clear sight. Scar was now at the point for which I feared. He had traveled too far down the path of pain and anger, and was now far beyond the point of no return.

My breath grew quick as I tried to regain it. My eyes felt like they were about to tear up again, but the pain of doing so kept them at bay. Still leaning against the wall, I glanced up to see what was happening around me. Around the mouth of the cave lay several lionesses, weeping for the deaths of their children. Sarabi, who was standing near them, slowly padded her way to me. She had already seen the barbaric sight in the cave, for its horror was reflected in her eyes. As I gazed into them, I saw my mother reflected them again. There was still somebody left in the world that cared for me. And I cared for her in the same way.

Scar had appeared around the corner and was careless licking the blood off of his paws. He was so calm; you would have thought he did this every day. Sarabi’s ears lowered at the sight of him.

“You monster…” she hissed angrily.

Scar furrowed his brow. He started to circle both Sarabi and I. “You should know better than to talk to your king that way. You know, Sarabi, that I am bound by the law as much as any lion in the pride would be,” he said, his voice rising, still stalking menacingly around us. “You, as a former Queen, should understand how it cannot be avoided.”

I glared at him as he rounded my left side. Finding my voice, I spoke up angrily. “During my teachings, Mufasa told me that the law to do away with the young of a previous king was banned by King Mohatu. He decreed that it was too barbaric of a law.”

Scar scowled at me, and he snarled as he answered, “And it is a just law that I, as king, have restored. The threat of mutiny is too great with young ones born under my brother. As a king, my line should be fresh. Cubs born into this pride should know only me as king.”

Both Sarabi and I opened our mouths simultaneously to speak, but we were cut off by a soft, sad voice next to us.

“Please, both of you, don’t push the matter further.”

It was a lioness named Kala. She was lying oDeceit

 

           

I awoke the next morning to a horrible sound. My eyes sprang open as a great, high pitched yipping emitted from the cave. I stood up, and stared around. I had fallen asleep in the same spot I had wept last night. Apparently, I had passed out whilst I wept.

I ran up to the cave as the sound grew louder. Fear flooded me as I remembered Scar’s final words from the night before, and my thoughts instantly fell on Nala. When I entered the cave and turned the corner, an awful scene met my eyes.

Scar was standing in the center of the cave where Mufasa and Sarabi used to sleep. Lying around him, carelessly tossed aside, were the bodies of the cubs of the pride, their blood pooling around them.

I staggered backwards out of the cave and leaned against the wall for fear of losing my balance. The horridness of this act was beyond my imagination. Never had I even once considered that Scar could do something so evil as to kill an innocent child, yet here it was in clear sight. Scar was now at the point for which I feared. He had traveled too far down the path of pain and anger, and was now far beyond the point of no return.

My breath grew quick as I tried to regain it. My eyes felt like they were about to tear up again, but the pain of doing so kept them at bay. Still leaning against the wall, I glanced up to see what was happening around me. Around the mouth of the cave lay several lionesses, weeping for the deaths of their children. Sarabi, who was standing near them, slowly padded her way to me. She had already seen the barbaric sight in the cave, for its horror was reflected in her eyes. As I gazed into them, I saw my mother reflected them again. There was still somebody left in the world that cared for me. And I cared for her in the same way.

Scar had appeared around the corner and was careless licking the blood off of his paws. He was so calm; you would have thought he did this every day. Sarabi’s ears lowered at the sight of him.

“You monster…” she hissed angrily.

Scar furrowed his brow. He started to circle both Sarabi and I. “You should know better than to talk to your king that way. You know, Sarabi, that I am bound by the law as much as any lion in the pride would be,” he said, his voice rising, still stalking menacingly around us. “You, as a former Queen, should understand how it cannot be avoided.”

I glared at him as he rounded my left side. Finding my voice, I spoke up angrily. “During my teachings, Mufasa told me that the law to do away with the young of a previous king was banned by King Mohatu. He decreed that it was too barbaric of a law.”

Scar scowled at me, and he snarled as he answered, “And it is a just law that I, as king, have restored. The threat of mutiny is too great with young ones born under my brother. As a king, my line should be fresh. Cubs born into this pride should know only me as king.”

n her stomach, and she had looked up at us, her eyes swimming with tears.

She spoke again. “Perhaps the law is unjust, but let my son be at peace now, as the deed has been done.”

Both of us closed our mouths, and stared at Scar. Hate for this lion was building inside of me, a hate that I had never felt for any creature. It consumed and burned every fiber of my being, and suddenly I felt the urge to attack Scar. In my pocket, I felt the lump of the knife resting against my leg.

I sighed and looked down. I could not attempt such a dangerous attack. The odds were against me.

Yetunde, who was sitting next to Kala, looked up.

“Ayden, did you say that Mufasa trained you in the ways of the king?”

Scar, who was absentmindedly examining his paws for traces of blood, suddenly looked up, clearly wanting to know where she was going with this.

“Yes,” I replied slowly.

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