Zazu felt groggy as he woke, and nearly choked on all of the dust that had been thrown into the air. The stampede! it was still happening. Without a worry about his own health he took flight, knowing the young prince and the king were in danger.. He could not recall how he had been knocked unconcious, all he knew was that all three lions were missing and in possible danger. Just when he thought all hope was lost he saw the young prince, safe out of reach of the dangerous hooves of the wildebeest. But where was the king?!
Just when it seemed that the king was lost a large figure lunged from the stampede and latched itself onto the cliff face. It was mufasa! Zazu watched as the king climbed up, and as he did Zazu saw Scar waiting for him. Good, zazu thought, Scar will be able to help him for sure. But as Zazu went to retrieve the young prince he heard a yell, and as he turned he saw the king fall from the cliff face. Zazu's eyes watched in horror as the king hit the ground. Had he fallen? No... Zazu heard the deranged cackling from up above, and saw Scar vanish into the dust just as the stampede died down.
Horrified, Zazu looked again for Simba, but he was out of sight... If Scar had killed his brother it was only rational to think he would go after the young prince.. And so Zazu flew like the wind back to Pride Rock.
Meanwhile, as the dust cleared, Scar showed himself once again; walking towards the fallen figure of his once proud brother... Just as he had predicted, Simba had made his way to the body of his father. Simba was in morning, obviously... And a sad mind was the perfect mind to manipulate. When Scar appeared to the young cub, he ran to his uncle for comfort... That's when Scar dropped the bomb shell...
"No one ever means for these things to happen... But the king is dead..." And as simba looked up at him with horrified eyes, clinging to his uncles fur, Scar looked down at him and said in importance. "And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive."
Simba felt awful.. Not only was his father dead, it was all his fault... "What am I going to do?" He asked his uncle, hoping for some good advice..
And just as Scar was about to lean in and tell him to run away he heard a roar. He turned his head sharply and saw Sarabi charge down from the cliff's rocks. "MURDER!" She roared.
Simba looked up in terror. How had his mother found out? How did she know he had killed his own father? But Simba misread her rage. "Get away from my son!" Sarabi yelled, snarling at Scar.
It was then Simba understood, and he could only look up in a tearful terror at his uncle. Scar on the other hand was mortified.. He had worked so hard, his plan had been foolproof... How did the queen know?! That was when Zazu flew down behind her. Growling he poised himself to attack the two... he would not loose what he had worked so hard to achieve.
"I wouldn't try it, Scar." Sarabi said with a growl. "The pride is coming. You have two choices... Stay, and take the entire pride on.... Or run.... Run away, Scar... And NEVER return..."
