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Scar had survived his nephew's attack, had survived the hyenas, and had survived the fire. By some miracle, Scar had survived. And yet, he had lost everything in the process. He lost his throne, his pride, his kingdom, and his family. And now he had no where to go. So Scar obeyed the order Simba had earlier given him, the same order he gave the new King back when he was but a cub. He ran. He didn't know where he was going, just that he had to leave the place he had once called home. So he ran into the Great Desert. He ran and ran until he could run no more, and yet he still continued to run, for no where that knew his name was safe. And finally, after weeks of traveling, he had finally found a place that he could rest his weary bones.

At first Scar had been furious that Simba had come back and ousted him. He was furious with his eldest daughter, Nala, for daring to defy him and bringing back his wretched nephew to over throw him. He was furious with Shenzi and her hyenas for betraying him after all he had done for them, turning their fangs on him. And he was furious with his mate, Zira, and her loyal followers, for not being there in his time of need, leaving him defenseless. And yet, as the years went by, Scar realized that perhaps it wasn't Simba or Nala or the hyenas or Zira he should be angry with, but rather himself. After all, had he not been the one who killed Mufasa and driven the true heir from the Pride Lands? Had he not been the one who forced the pride to overhunt for the hyena, making the herds leave? Had he not been the one to drive the kingdom to ruins in his cruelty and selfishness? Had he not been the one to drive Zira to take her pride away from Pride Rock after insulting her and forcing her to raise a cub not her own? Had he not been the one who blamed the hyena for the mess the kingdom had become, when it had been his fault to begin with?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how all of this was his fault, and how foolish and selfish he had been. As the years went by, his regret for his own actions grew, until he could barely live with himself.

How could he have killed his own brother, then try to kill his own nephew too? Mufasa may have been a bully in their youth, but he didn't deserve to be murdered in cold blood. And Simba, why, he had been just an innocent cub! He was not to blame for the actions of his father.

How could he have been so harsh towards Nala, acting as if she were worthless to him? She was his firstborn, for goodness sakes!

How could he have been so nasty towards Sarabi, who's mate he himself had killed? She didn't deserve to loose her husband and cubs.

How could he have forced his poor Sarafina, the lioness who once meant the world to him, to bear him another cub, when she had wanted nothing more to do with him, and rightfully so?

How could he have been so cruel towards his pride, the lionesses he had played and grown up with, who had done nothing wrong to him?

How could he have been so heartless towards his own son, Nuka, treating him as if he were worthless trash to be ignored and abused? It wasn't his fault for being born prematurely. And being born prematurely doesn't mean you're weak, either, as he assumed Nuka to be.

How could he have been so angry at Zira for giving him a healthy daughter, his little Vitani, instead of a son, of which she had already provided him? It's not like Zira can decide what gender the cub she gives birth to will be.

How could he have driven his mother's beautiful kingdom to ruins like that, after all she had risked to save it during a drought that had nearly destroyed it before? The Pride Lands meant everything to Uru, just as they had to her father Mohatu.

Why did he not try and do the same when another drought yet again hit the kingdom, instead of sitting there like a lazy, selfish, spoiled little turd? It was his duty as King, after all, to search for a water source for his kingdom, just as his mother and grandfather had done before him, and yet he did nothing.

He had done all of that damage, all of that and more, and for what? Power? Fame? Attention? What kind of reasons where those?

Those thoughts plaqued his mind for years as he lived alone as a rogue. He now knew how wrong he had been. Every night he begged the Great Kings and Queens of the Past for forgiveness, and every night he recieved no answer. But he didn't expect one. He didn't deserve one. He was a murderer after all. Why would they waste their time with a murderer? And yet he couldn't help but hope that his brother, mother, and father would forgive him when his time on this earth was done.

When he wasn't busy trying to survive or begging forgiveness from the stars, he often sat and wondered what had become of the Pride Lands since he was exiled. He didn't dare return, of course, but he still wondered. Did Simba and Nala have cubs of their own now? If so, what were they like? Hopefully none of them were like him. What would the new King have done to Zira and her followers, since they were so loyal to him? Exile them perhaps? Yes, that would most likely have been the case. Knowing Zira, she would have tried to avenge him by now, either by trying to kill Simba or a member of his family. How was Zira anyways, he wondered? How did she take his supposed death? Not well most likely. She wasn't very right in the head, from what he remembered. Always kept comparing him to her dead brother Kulaani, of whom she practically worshiped. And what about his cubs with her, Nuka and Vitani? He hoped that Simba would have had mercy on them, and spare them from whatever fate that surely befell their mother. And what about Kovu, the cub he had taken away from poor Fasaha to be his heir? He hoped that Kovu would have been given back to the lioness. No good lion or lioness deserved to have their cub taken away from them, he now realized, especially now that he could no longer be a part of his own cubs' lives. Then again, it wasn't as if he deserved to be a part of their lives, especially after how he treated them all.

And so Scar lived his life alone, forever regreting his actions, and forever wondering what became of the lands and lions he left behind. But perhaps the Great Kings and Queens of the Past were listening to this poor old lion's pleas, for one day, many years after he was over thrown by Simba, when gray was begining to streak through his mane and fur, Scar was visited by a lion he never expected to see again....

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NOTE: I just realized how Scar looks pretty damn good for getting mauled by hyenas and burned by a fire. Oh well.

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Scar had survived his nephew's attack, had survived the hyenas, and had survived the fire. By some miracle, Scar had survived. And yet, he had lost everything in the process. He lost his throne, his pride, his kingdom, and his family. And now he had no where to go. So Scar obeyed the order Simba had earlier given him, the same order he gave the new King back when he was but a cub. He ran. He didn't know where he was going, just that he had to leave the place he had once called home. So he ran into the Great Desert. He ran and ran until he could run no more, and yet he still continued to run, for no where that knew his name was safe. And finally, after weeks of traveling, he had finally found a place that he could rest his weary bones.

At first Scar had been furious that Simba had come back and ousted him. He was furious with his eldest daughter, Nala, for daring to defy him and bringing back his wretched nephew to over throw him. He was furious with Shenzi and her hyenas for betraying him after all he had done for them, turning their fangs on him. And he was furious with his mate, Zira, and her loyal followers, for not being there in his time of need, leaving him defenseless. And yet, as the years went by, Scar realized that perhaps it wasn't Simba or Nala or the hyenas or Zira he should be angry with, but rather himself. After all, had he not been the one who killed Mufasa and driven the true heir from the Pride Lands? Had he not been the one who forced the pride to overhunt for the hyena, making the herds leave? Had he not been the one to drive the kingdom to ruins in his cruelty and selfishness? Had he not been the one to drive Zira to take her pride away from Pride Rock after insulting her and forcing her to raise a cub not her own? Had he not been the one who blamed the hyena for the mess the kingdom had become, when it had been his fault to begin with?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how all of this was his fault, and how foolish and selfish he had been. As the years went by, his regret for his own actions grew, until he could barely live with himself.

How could he have killed his own brother, then try to kill his own nephew too? Mufasa may have been a bully in their youth, but he didn't deserve to be murdered in cold blood. And Simba, why, he had been just an innocent cub! He was not to blame for the actions of his father.

How could he have been so harsh towards Nala, acting as if she were worthless to him? She was his firstborn, for goodness sakes!

How could he have been so nasty towards Sarabi, who's mate he himself had killed? She didn't deserve to loose her husband and cubs.

How could he have forced his poor Sarafina, the lioness who once meant the world to him, to bear him another cub, when she had wanted nothing more to do with him, and rightfully so?

How could he have been so cruel towards his pride, the lionesses he had played and grown up with, who had done nothing wrong to him?

How could he have been so heartless towards his own son, Nuka, treating him as if he were worthless trash to be ignored and abused? It wasn't his fault for being born prematurely. And being born prematurely doesn't mean you're weak, either, as he assumed Nuka to be.

How could he have been so angry at Zira for giving him a healthy daughter, his little Vitani, instead of a son, of which she had already provided him? It's not like Zira can decide what gender the cub she gives birth to will be.

How could he have driven his mother's beautiful kingdom to ruins like that, after all she had risked to save it during a drought that had nearly destroyed it before? The Pride Lands meant everything to Uru, just as they had to her father Mohatu.

Why did he not try and do the same when another drought yet again hit the kingdom, instead of sitting there like a lazy, selfish, spoiled little turd? It was his duty as King, after all, to search for a water source for his kingdom, just as his mother and grandfather had done before him, and yet he did nothing.

He had done all of that damage, all of that and more, and for what? Power? Fame? Attention? What kind of reasons where those?

Those thoughts plaqued his mind for years as he lived alone as a rogue. He now knew how wrong he had been. Every night he begged the Great Kings and Queens of the Past for forgiveness, and every night he recieved no answer. But he didn't expect one. He didn't deserve one. He was a murderer after all. Why would they waste their time with a murderer? And yet he couldn't help but hope that his brother, mother, and father would forgive him when his time on this earth was done.

When he wasn't busy trying to survive or begging forgiveness from the stars, he often sat and wondered what had become of the Pride Lands since he was exiled. He didn't dare return, of course, but he still wondered. Did Simba and Nala have cubs of their own now? If so, what were they like? Hopefully none of them were like him. What would the new King have done to Zira and her followers, since they were so loyal to him? Exile them perhaps? Yes, that would most likely have been the case. Knowing Zira, she would have tried to avenge him by now, either by trying to kill Simba or a member of his family. How was Zira anyways, he wondered? How did she take his supposed death? Not well most likely. She wasn't very right in the head, from what he remembered. Always kept comparing him to her dead brother Kulaani, of whom she practically worshiped. And what about his cubs with her, Nuka and Vitani? He hoped that Simba would have had mercy on them, and spare them from whatever fate that surely befell their mother. And what about Kovu, the cub he had taken away from poor Fasaha to be his heir? He hoped that Kovu would have been given back to the lioness. No good lion or lioness deserved to have their cub taken away from them, he now realized, especially now that he could no longer be a part of his own cubs' lives. Then again, it wasn't as if he deserved to be a part of their lives, especially after how he treated them all.

And so Scar lived his life alone, forever regreting his actions, and forever wondering what became of the lands and lions he left behind. But perhaps the Great Kings and Queens of the Past were listening to this poor old lion's pleas, for one day, many years after he was over thrown by Simba, when gray was begining to streak through his mane and fur, Scar was visited by a lion he never expected to see again....

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NOTE: I just realized how Scar looks pretty damn good for getting mauled by hyenas and burned by a fire. Oh well.

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