Scar was resting In pride rock, grooming his fur. his plan had worked. Simba was dead. Mufasa, His brother. Was dead. He was ruler, The lionesses worked tirelessly hunting for the hyenas and scar. Some even left to find a new home, due to the lack of food and water. However. Something was missing. Scar thought. But WHAT was he missing?... He had everything. He was finally king, Ruled over the pride lands, had an army of hyenas at his side, what else could there be?.

his lion tail thudded in thought against the rock