This is an older story of mine, polished up and trimmed into shape.
I also fixed one or two small oopsies in it, just in case someone
still remembers the original. And now, without further ado ...

"And remeber, it's our little secret!"
  Scar watched Simba pad up the slope leading from the ledge. 
  "It's almost too easy", he thought, "Just visit that elephant
graveyard, little fool! Curiosity killed the cat.". 
  Scar laid down, closed his eyes and began to ponder his plan
once again. It was brilliant - after Simba had been killed by the
hyenas, whom he had told to watch out for little cubs trespassing
into their territory, he could blame Mufasa to be responsible for
the death of a member of the pride and claim him to be unable to
fulfill his royal duty of defending the pride. This would give him
a reason to take over the throne, exile his brother from the pride
and banish him from the pridelands forever with as little blodshed
as possible. That's what he liked about his plans - they were 
always so ... perfect. 
Scar suddenly felt drowsy and closed his eyes.

  He quickly fell into a light slumber, and images began to appear
in his mind. He, his brother and the lionesses were gathered in
front of Pride Rock, and he was pointing an accusing paw at
Mufasa.
  "It is your fault your son is dead. If you had been there
with me, we could have driven of the hyenas easily before they
killed one of our cubs. But obviously, you were to busy to
fulfill your royal duties, leaving me, your humble servant, to
take care of them for you !", he began a speech in his dream,
"You are a coward, unworthy of being KING !" He spat out that
last word. 
  "Your son was already more of a king than you have ever been.
It is thanks to him that my daughter is still alive. He held off
the hyenas long enough so I could finish them ... so at least 
you won't have to worry about exacting revenge on anyone. I took
care of that for you."
  Scar felt a slight chill. Something was wrong about this dream.
Something he had not planned ... 
  He paused in his monologue, giving his brother a few seconds to
recover before he continued, "You are a disgrace to this pride.
Go now, and never return to these lands. Of course, since you
still are my brother, I will keep the news of your shame to
myself, and I'm sure the lionesses will do the same. You might
still find another pride willing to accept you ..."

  Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, and he immediately
realized that this wasn't a dream. Some inner voice seemed to
tell him something was wrong, so he got up, padded over to the
edge of pride rock and peered down. 
  He spotted three small shapes leaving pride rock toward the 
water hole ... one of them was flying, so it could only be that 
pesky bird, Zazu, but the other two were definitely lion cubs,
which could only mean that ... Scar swallowed. 
  Simba had taken Nala with him. This was what had been wrong 
about his dream. Now she was in danger, something he had been
trying to avoid all the time. He had always kept her out of his
struggle for power, and now Mufasa's son had dragged her in.

  The situation left him with few choices. If he didn't warn
them, his daughter would be killed along with Simba. If he warned
them, his plan would be ruined. If ... suddenly, Scar remebered what
Simba had said during their recent conversation:  
  "Well, I'm brave ..." 
  Perhaps this offered him a possibility to save his daughter and
get rid of Simba and Mufasa, and earn the respect and admiration of
the other members of the pride. Yes. It was exactly like in his 
dream. Oh, and it was the perfect  opportunity to dispose of those
worthless hyenas, too.

  Scar left Pride Rock, telling the lionesses he would do some
hunting on his own. But he headed for the elephant graveyard,
taking some shortcuts only known to hime in order to get there
before the two cubs did. 
  On his way, Scar thought about Nala. He had never shown his
affection to her, although he loved his daughter dearly. But
there was a difference between not showing one's affection and
not caring when one's daughter was about to be eaten by a bunch
of hyenas. And one day, she would become a fine huntress and a
worthy addition to the pride ... his pride.
  One day ... he knew this day would soon come.
  Scar listened as he arrived at the edge of the elephant graveyard,
and he heard a faint scream coming from the its center. 
  They were already there! He ran up a slope and peered down into
the center of the graveyard, and immediately spotted the cubs who
were already being chased by three of the hyenas. Scar recognized
the trio as Shenzi, the female leader of the pack, her right hand
Banzai, and that drooling idiot, Ed. They were chasing the cubs
towards a cave which was a dead-end, as Scar well knew.
  "At least they have some brain.", he thought as he ran towards 
the secret back entrance to the cave, the perfect place for an
ambush. Crouching low in order not to reveal his presence, Scar
waited for the cubs, who arrived just a few moments after him,
with the hyenas right on their heels. He moved forward a bit to
have a better view at the following events ... after all, his
daughter's life was depending on his well-timed intervention.
  Nala and Simba were trapped in the cave, and the hyenas were
moving in for the kill. Nala tried to hide behind Simba, who
stepped forward and growled at the approaching trio. Scar had to
suppress a chuckle at this futile gesture, 
  "Yes, be a nice lad and show me how brave you really are !", he
whispered to himself.
  He flexed his muscles and prepared to pounce on the hyenas just
an instant after they had killed Simba. The excitement about the
upcoming fight already rushing through his body, he could nearly
feel their puny necks break between his jaws ... although he wasn't
as strong as his brother, those three poachers would be no match
for him.
Just one more moment ...

Simba tried to growl again, but instead of a cute mrrowl a massive
roar resounded from the cave's walls. Scar crouched back into the
shadows as Mufasa came running into the cave. His brother quickly
overwhelmed the three hyenas and, after telling them to keep their
paws of his son, let them escape. 
  The hyenas scrambled out of the cave in terror, and Mufasa, Zazu
and the cubs left soon after.
  Scar stood on the ledge, alone, and was still looking down into
the cave. His plan had failed, and his brother, the weak-hearted
fool, had even let the hyenas live, and action completely
unacceptable and unworthy of a true king.
But next time, he would take more drastical measures to ensure his
success. Next time, there would be no escape for Mufasa and his son.
Next time ...


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