Simba rushed through the Pridelands as fast as his legs would allow him. His uncle, Scar had sent word that he wanted to show Simba something important; it was something to do with becoming king. In Simba's haste, he rushed off without telling anyone where he was going, something that Scar had hoped and anticipated would happen. This was all a part of Scar's latest plan to usurp the throne from his brother. He knew as long as his bloodline existed he wouldn't get his chance and nothing short of a frame job on him and Simba would put him on the throne. Still, he didn't want to get his hands dirty if he could help it. He had an ingenius scheme, but it all had to go off without a hitch.
Scar paced his den, awaiting for all the players to arrive. To his dismay, Simba arrived sooner than expected.
"Where are those confounded hyenas?" thought Scar angrily. "They better not be fooling around and get back here on the double."
"Hi, Scar," Simba said excitedly. "So where's the surprise you've got for me? You said it was abou becoming king."
"Yes. Acutally, what I need to show you isn't here. It's quite a bit beyond Pride Rock and I couldn't let you go to it on your own. I will escort you personally."
Simba was surprised about hearing this. Leaving the Pridelands was something he was never allowed to do whether he went with others or alone. Still, Simba's misplaced trust in his uncle and his fantasies of being king made him throw caution to the wind and nod in agreement. Scar merely smiled and led the way. Scar had wanted to have his hyenas come with him to escort Simba just in case he decided to leave; it wasn't likely, but Scar knew to air on the side of caution. The hyenas would discover he wasn't there and head after them.
As they crossed the plains, Pride Rock shrank in the distance before vanishing from Simba's sight. It was official, Simba was further away from home than he had ever been in his entire life. "Are we there yet?" asked Simba, a slight sign of fear and curiousity in his voice.
"Not quite yet," Scar replied. "Just be sure to stay close. There are some devious creatures around here. You don't want to let your guard down around them for a second." Scar had to hold back a chuckle at how ironic his words truely were. Simba moved in closer to Scar, much to his delight. The young lion wouldn't dare leave his side with thoughts of the dangerous creatures he was now imagining were lurking about.
The flat plains soon turned to lush jungles. To Simba it was like an alien world. Simba was having trouble keeping up through the unusual terrain. They had also been traveling for quite some time and Simba had missed lunch. His stomach roared loudly enough for Scar to hear. Scar had led Simba around on a scenic route to their destination to help Simba work up an appetite, but now that he was feeling revenous, there was no point in beating around the bush. He led Simba straight towards their final destination, a mysterious structure. It was made by an alien species long ago, but was now in disuse. It was covered in vines and other jungle foligage.
"Here we are," announced Scar.
"Where is here?" asked Simba.
"Why, a palace of course. Well, what was one, at least," explained Scar. "I figured, you would like to have some experience as king before you actually become one. I've got a few friends here who were happy enough to cooperate." With that, a group of hyenas appeared before Simba. He was frightened at first, but then bowed their heads to him and saw they didn't mean him any harm. Scar had to make them a lot of promises to cooperate with his plan. They hid their annoyance of this whole matter from the king-in-waiting.
"What do I do now?" asked Simba.
"Whatever you want," explained Scar. "You are the kind and us, your humble servants."
"Servants?" asked Simba. "But dad, never talked about everyone like that."
"Well, to each his own. Everyone in the Pridelands are his servants even if he doesn't call them that. They obey his laws and do whatever he wishes. It doesn't matter what they are called, so long as they obey their king."
Simba didn't get what Scar was talking about, just that they would do what he told them too. Simba then caught a whiff of something in the air and it reminded him of his hunger. Simba knew what his first command was.
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