Read Fanfic : The Pride of Man (Page 42)

Pumbaa, and soon disappeared out of sight.

I stared around. From here, we could easily make our way up to Pride Rock and find Scar. They hyenas that lay around the base of Pride Rock were too far away to notice us moving around.

“Nala,” Simba whispered, “You find my mother and rally the lionesses.”

Nala nodded at him and glanced at me. As if he read her mind, Simba also looked at me, and said, “Ayden and I will look for Scar.”

Inside, I was smiling when he said this. Simba truly wanted me to be a king alongside him. Why else would he want me to face Scar with him? If he really wanted the throne to himself, the law stated that he would have to take it by himself. But having me at his side when he was attempting to defeat Scar would make me just as eligible for the kingship.

Nala nodded again, and stalked off towards a small pack of tan in the distance. I recognized it as what remained of our majestic pride.

I got on Simba’s back and leaned close to his body so we would not stick out. Quickly, he slunk near the base of Pride Rock, careful to avoid being seen by any lurking hyenas.

“Scar would be up in the den.” I whispered in his ear. “He rarely ever leaves it.”

I saw his head nod slightly as he pressed onward. Slowly, Simba climbed a mound of rocks. When we reached the peak, we were only yards away from the pathway that lead up to the summit of Pride Rock and down to the den. As Simba took a step forward, a loud and harsh voice rang out from below us.

“SARABI!!!”

Every one of the sleeping hyenas woke up, and the relaxing ones gave a start. Turning their heads in Timon and Pumbaa’s direction, they watched bewilderedly as Timon began to hula and sing a tropical tune. Slowly, the hyenas stood up and began to walk in Timon and Pumbaa’s direction, their tongues hanging out, drool dripping disgustingly from them.

Timon continued to sing, but his face became more and more fearful as the hyenas drew closer. Next to me, I noticed movement and I turned to see Simba and Nala were slowly creeping out into the open while the hyenas were distracted by Timon’s song. I moved forward and stayed next to Nala.

Staring at Timon the entire time, we kept sneaking forward. If I was not worried that the hyenas would spot us at any second, I would have paid more attention to Timon’s song. The situation would have been hilarious, if not for those bloodthirsty and vicious monsters.

Only five more steps…three more…one more…

We reached the safe point behind a large rock, and I signaled to Timon. He ended the song, and not a moment too soon. Both he and Pumbaa bolted out of sight before the hyenas could take one bite out of them. But like bullets, they too ran after Timon and Pumbaa, and soon disappeared out of sight.

I stared around. From here, we could easily make our way up to Pride Rock and find Scar. They hyenas that lay around the base of Pride Rock were too far away to notice us moving around.

“Nala,” Simba whispered, “You find my mother and rally the lionesses.”

Nala nodded at him and glanced at me. As if he read her mind, Simba also looked at me, and said, “Ayden and I will look for Scar.”

Nala nodded again, and stalked off towards a small pack of tan in the distance. I recognized it as what remained of our majestic pride.

I got on Simba’s back and leaned close to his body so we would not stick out. Quickly, he slunk near the base of Pride Rock, careful to avoid being seen by any lurking hyenas.

“Scar would be up in the den.” I whispered in his ear. “He rarely ever leaves it.”

0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Scar’s unmistakable voice echoed across the Pride Lands. It surprised me how close he was. Simba stopped moving and slunk low to the ground. We peered over the edge of the mound we were on. Scar’s back was only about ten feet below us. Simba ducked down, for the relaxing hyenas grew attentive at Scar’s voice, and they looked up at him. I saw Simba unsheathe his claws and I slipped off of his back, taking out my knife. Simba got into position to pounce on top of Scar. Suddenly he grew tense and his eyes, wide, as another voice became present.

“Yes Scar?” it said, very monotone and unkind.

I glanced over the peek and saw Sarabi stand attentive and stern in front of Scar. Simba sheathed his claws again. He would not dare attack Scar when he was so close to his mother.

I looked up into his face, and I saw a mixture of joy and pity in those ruby eyes. It had been long over two years since he had looked upon his mother. A tear streaked down from one. I reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him.

Scar’s harsh voice brought me back to attention.

“Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their jobs!”

Still in her monotone and borderline disrespectful voice, Sarabi replied, “Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.”

“No,” said Scar stubbornly. “You’re just not looking hard enough!”

“It’s over. There is nothing left.” Sarabi said, annunciating each word to place emphasis on this obvious fact. She lost a bit of her composure as she continued. “We have only one choice. We must leave Pride Rock.”

“We’re not going anywhere!” Scar growled, shaking his head at Sarabi.

Raising her voice, Sarabi cried, “Then you have sentenced us to death!”

He moved close to her face and said in the same tone, “Then so be it.”

Exasperation in her voice, Sarabi whispered, “You can’t do that!”

Scar stuck his nose in the air and said in arrogance, “I am the king! I can do whatever I want.”

Absolutely mortified, Sarabi whispered, “If you were half the king Mufasa was, you…”

But she never had the chance to say what Scar was. He had flung around and struck her hard against the face, screaming “I am TEN TIMES the king Mufasa was!”

Sarabi fell to her side at the blow, and slid across the ground. At the same time that I shot up, Simba stood up next to and growled ferociously, staring down at Scar.

Scar looked up at us and his face suddenly drained of color. His eyes became fearful, and he backed away against the wall next to the den.

“Mufasa…Ayden…no, you’re both dead!” he whispbout ten feet below us. Simba ducked down, for the relaxing hyenas grew attentive at Scar’s voice, and they looked up at him. I saw Simba unsheathe his claws and I slipped off of his back, taking out my knife. Simba got into position to pounce on top of Scar. Suddenly he grew tense and his eyes, wide, as another voice became present.