The moment Simba's voice filled the room, Kovu slinked out from his hiding place into veiw of the prince, his head hung in shame as he stood there. "Hi....Simba." The young theif said, guilt as clear as plan as the scar on Simba's uncle.
"Tisk tisk tisk Kovu." Imon Phire spoke as he appeared. His invisibility cloak turning visible as he stood there with a dagger. " Kovu, kovu, kovu. I give you a simple task, steal from simba so he takes pity on you and takes you and those two who pretended to be your parents into the palace and steal the Five fingers of discontent." Imon sighed. "But now I have to kill you my son, after all the only way to remove that guantlent is to kill the wearer, just like the rest of the legendary tools of the theif set which I wear." Imon said as he picked Kovu up and held him by the neck as gave him a scar across his eye. "Now die." Imon Phire said as he lifted a dagger up to kill him.