Scar had just fallen off the cliff and was cornered by the hyenas. He could see in their eyes, hear on their voices and feel in their attitude that this was it, he was going to die!
All of them threw themselves against him. He knew he wasn't the strong kind of lion but he still tried to bite and scratch them back. The burning pain of their strong bites awoke the feeling that he wasn't ready to die here.
It couldn't have last for long but it felt like forever. It was the flames of the fire that saved him in the last minute. One of the hyenas had gotten a good grip and teared a big open flesh wound on his shoulder. The fire crept closer and burnt the hyenas furs and made them jump away and run to save their own lives. Run from fire to survive overpowered their need to still their hunger.
With his last strength Scar found a way out through the fire and left is home. There was nothing left here for him, he finally understood. Not only had he failed to keep his kingdom and get revenge on his unfair family, he had lost his only alliance with the hyenas too. He was done playing with fools. He found a little cliff to crawl under not to far from the Pridelands and there he fell asleep, exhausted.
As he now woke up far away from home the day seemed brighter then ever before, even if the rain was pouring down from a dark sky. He felt like something heavy had left his heart. Or maybe it was just his near death experience that made him feel like he really wanted to live.
He struggled to get up and slowly walked away. If a cub could survive alone why should he not? He promised himself not to ever again speak or even think their names. Speaking should be easy, he should never speak to anyone again either. He should be alone.
He lived on water for days. Until he reached slightly richer lands and managed to catch a fat rat. He would need to learn to hunt for bigger game.
He didn't learn as fast as he hoped to, and here he had been so proud of his intelligent side. He started to feel really small, and the world seemed so big. He walked into somewhat similar scents to the lions he was used to and learned that there where more prides out in this new big world. Pride rock wasn't the only place in the world.
While taking a drink in a pond he looked up at a sweet looking female and felt like he wanted to smile to her. But before he got to, she turned away and there was a lion male bigger then Mufasa ever was. Or maybe it felt like that because he had grown even weaker. Scar took a deep breath, swallowed his pride, backed of and walked away followed by the big males suspicious gaze.
One day the rain suddenly stopped and he came out into a small desert. It took him only two days to pass it but when he finally where through he was truly exhausted, but he liked what he had found. It was green unlike anything he had seen in the Pridelands and he couldn't smell any lions around at all. He decided to rest here.
He even decided to stay and proclaimed this area to be his. It had a nice little waterfall, a nice little cave to rest in and lots of small game to hunt. Days passed, but he didn't recover as well as he hoped from his wounds and the little meat he managed to get wasn't enough to shape up his already bad condition. Maybe this wasn't such a good place after all? But where could he go? The big wound on his shoulder was causing him trouble to walk. So he stayed anyway.
Then one afternoon he was standing by his tiny waterfall, drinking the cold fresh water when something tapped his paw. He stopped with his tongue mid air and glanced down.
- Hi! said a tiny voice. Big brown eyes attached to a little lion cub looked up at him.
Scar stood frozen for a short while, just looking, unsure what to do, he was quite surprised so to say. Finally he moved and pulled his tongue back, looked skeptical at the cub and asked:
- Who are you?
- I'm Ciet. The little cub said.
- And this is my last day alive, she added.
- Everyone has a last day, Scar answered with his regular coldness.
The cub started to jump back and forth poking his paws with her tiny claws.
- What are you doing? Scar asked.
- Playing! It's my last day alive remember?
Scar rolled his eyes and started lifting his paws so she missed them.
- Will you stop that? He said with a dark tone.
- Ain't you gonna ask why I'm gonna die today? She giggled.
- Do tell me, Scar said in a very uninterested tone.
- I lost my pride today, and cubs don't survive alone! Someone is gonna eat me before the night. So my dad told me. "If you lose us you won't survive alone" he said.
Ciet sat down and looked up at Scar.
- Dying ain't pretty. Scar said and turned away.
She followed him with her curious gaze as he walked of into the greens and then she jumped after.
- You are covered in scars. What happened to you? Ciet asked.
- Whats your name? Are you alone? she continued.
Scar stopped and turned his head.
- I lost my pride too. He said and turned his head forward again and started walking.
He went to a hole in the ground and laid down to see if any little animals might run up from it, he knew some lived there.
Something bumped into his right shoulder. Ciet of course. Scar rolled his eyes again.
- What do you have there? She asked smiling, full with curiosity.
- Some kind of rodents. He answered. It's been a good hunting spot for days now so please be quiet, you will scare them of.
She managed a strange lying upright lean kinda thing against his side and said very adultly:
- You can't hunt in the same spot for many days!
- What? He growled and glanced angrily at her. She was staring at the hole in the ground.
- No, then one day there won't be any left. Don't you know that you big lion?
Scar made a face as if deeply insulted at that comment.
- If you eat them all no one is left to bring up the next generation, the food comes to an end. She continued.
- Oh! He said and stared out in to nothingness. As if suddenly realized something.
- Daddy told me. Ciet kept on babbling.
- Something about a life circle and stuff, you see my brother was to be our next king, but mom insisted dad should teach me these important things too, so I could remind him. Are you even listening to me? She said.
- Oh. Scar said again and stood up.
- Let's try another hole, he said. Ciet jumped after. Scar walked quite far and Ciet kept following. He tried his best to walk normally, considering his big shoulder wound.
- You really have nothing else to do? Scar asked after a while.
- I thought that if I hang around you I will survive until the evening. She said.
- Really, he answered sceptically. I could eat you.
- No, you won't, you are a nice lion. She said turning her head looking at everything around her.
He didn't answer that, he knew he hadn't been the nicest, but still. He also came to think of a cub he knew who did make it to adulthood. Should he tell her so she would take off?
Scar found some new holes in the ground and laid down beside them.
- Don't you hunt more active or bigger things? Ciet asked. Then she strutted around for a bit. She stopped and turned her ears, something was moving beneath the ground she stood on. Something small. She scratched the ground and heard the thing underneath tapping away a bit. Scar watched her.
- I found something, she whispered.
She tapped again, and followed the sound of the critter beneath. Scar saw her coming closer and closer to where he was lying and turned his eyes back to the hole. And suddenly a big rodent creature ran out and he caught it! He killed it on the spot and took a deep bite, he was so hungry! Ciet sat down and looked at him with a smile. Suddenly Scar felt strange, like if this wasn't right. And even if the big lions always ate before the cubs got anything he pushed the pray towards her so she could have a bite too. She came forward and took a bite, chewed and swallowed. Then she took the rest of the rat and carried it back up under his nose and laid herself down there as well and as he took another bite so did she.
- We made a good team, didn't we? Ciet said with her mouth full. Looking up into Scars face. He tried a lame smile. He was sure he had suddenly felt something he had never felt before. Not that he understood exactly what, but it made him think that what he had felt before his whole life was loneliness.
- Should we try another one? Ciet said. It's fair to take two from the same place. She jumped up and strolled around with much more concentration to the ground this time.
- What was your name again? Scar asked.
- Ciet. The little cub said.
- I'm Scar. He said. Ciet looked up and smiled at him. Without saying anything she went back to searching. She found another rat underneath and managed to drive it out of another hole, but Scar spotted where they where heading in time and manage to run up and strike it down just before their game escaped into the greens. And so another miniature feast took place. Not that it was enough for two lions but little really seemed better than nothing. Still Scar thought it was better to save this little strength and decided to go back to his little cave. Ciet strutted after.
- Do you live here? She said when he went into the cave. May I come in too?
She stood and waited very politely in the opening.
- Sure, Scar said and laid down with his back towards her. She run in and bumped into his back, stroke herself against him, laid down and fell asleep on the spot. Scar glanced back at the cub. What should he do, really? There was an emptiness inside his heart but it kinda felt like someone was breathing into that emptiness. But maybe it wasn't so strange, he thought, he had no pride, and lions where supposed to have a pride to function. He laid down his head and fell asleep too. And they both slept through the evening and the night.