[ EU ] Rewrite the ending of The Lion King in a world where Scar wins .

*I guess I did n't expect to ruin my childhood on a Monday. Let's see how it goes. * 
 
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 `` *I* killed Mufasa.'' 
 
 Simba's eyes widened in both horror and realization. He saw his father, again, falling into the stampeding wildebeest. His death, which he blamed himself for all these years. Now he knew the truth. 
 
 But now it was too late. 
 
 Scar's claws released him from the edge of the cliff of Pride Rock. He grasped in a wild rage at his uncle, but there was nothing he could do. He fell, like his father, down to his death. He saw the flames dancing below, the gnarled, blackened brush that was once fertile and green. His kingdom, everything he had known, was filled with death. He saw nothing but smoke and fire as he hit the ground, and then everything turned to darkness. 
 
 A few of the Lioness, including Nala, saw this unfold, and roared furiously up at Scar. He looked down at them with an amused fascination. The flames continued to dance and grow. Thunder rumbled in the skies, threatening any moment to unleash a downpour. 
 
 `` Simba is dead!'' Scar said happily. The Hyenas all roared with laughter and cheers. 
 
 `` Simba!'' Timon cried from atop Pumbaa's back. They raced to the overhang to see if they could see where he had fallen, but there was nothing except smoke and fire. 
 
 `` We got ta do something about Scar!'' Pumbaa yelled. He began a run towards the top of the rock when Rafiki stopped him with the tip of his staff. 
 
 `` No. You and the other Lioness must go.'' he said, calmly. `` There is no rightful King any more.'' 
 
 `` But we ca n't let him get away!'' said Zazu, flying nearby. 
 
 `` Ah, I did n't say anything about letting Scar get away.'' Rafiki said with a hint of laughter. `` But Simba would n't have wanted you to die here either, hm?'' 
 
 `` But-'' Pumbaa began, but he was swiftly knocked atop his small head with Rafiki's stick ( Timon barely missed it himself ). `` *Go. *'' 
 
 `` The monkey's right, Pumbaa. We've got ta get out of here.'' He yanked on Pumbaa's ears and swerved to the direction of the Lioness fighting off the Hyenea. `` Let's go buddy.'' 
 
 As Timon and Pumbaa and Zazu retreated towards the Lioness fighting the Hyenas, Nala separated from the ground and leapt over the flames to where Scar was. Rafiki hurried to follow her. 
 
 `` Scar!'' Nala growled. He was on his was around to the cooler side of the rock, and jumped slightly at the call. 
 
 `` Oh *please*, Nala.'' he said, with a touch of unease. `` It's over. Why do you think you can triumph over me when I've already killed Mufasa and Simba?'' 
 
 `` Are you forgetting how often I beat Simba too?'' she said, prowling towards him. Scar turned around and began to back away himself. He noticed another pile of embers nearby. Who's to say he could n't kill another using the same- 
 
 Nala pounced, catching Scar off his guard. She slammed her front paw into his face, immediately scattering the embers onto his dark fur and burning it. He rolled and came back with a savage leap of his own, but he was much scrawnier than Nala, and he was knocked down again. He hit the warm stone on his right front paw and felt one of his old bones crunch. He tried to get up again but fell down immediately, grimacing in pain. Nala was upon him again in an instant, stepping on his weak paw with her own. Scar screamed out in pain. 
 
 `` I-is n't there some way we could-'' Scar said feebly, but was immediately silenced when Nala bore her teeth and clamped down on his throat. His wind pipe collapsed, he felt nothing in his throat except screaming pain and pressure from Nala's bite. He thought this would surely be the end. She was far more ruthless than Simba, perhaps as ruthless as he was. 
 
 But she did n't finish him. Instead, Nala lifted her jaws. Scar could barely breathe. He only felt the blood from throat start to soak in his black mane. 
 
 Somewhere behind them, Rafiki approached, horrified. He looked at Scar, and then at Nala who had her mouth drenched in Simba's uncle's blood. 
 
 `` He's still alive.'' Nala said. `` But barely.'' 
 
 Rafiki only looked at the both of them solemly. 
 
 `` He got the jump on Simba, and probably Mufasa, by lowering their guard.'' she said, wiping at her mouth with her paw. `` That was his only strength. Sneaking and conniving. Well, he ca n't do either any more.'' 
 
 `` Nala,'' Rafiki began. 
 
 `` No, this was- is- Simba's home. Pride Rock belongs to us.'' 
 
 `` Perhaps in time it will, but...'' he gestured to the flames around them. `` That will not be for some time. Timon and Pumbaa ordered the retreat to their home. We will wait there, and make a new kingdom. There will be no worries, for a while.'' 
 
 Scar's breathing was labored and harsh. He could n't move, and his vision started to blur. 
 
 Rafiki approached him. `` Simba would have led the kingdom well. He was true to himself until the end. You, however, *Scar*...'' he said with visible disgust. `` Deserve *Pride Rock*.'' 
 
 They left him then to join the others. As they wandered over the plains, the gray skies opened up in glorious lighting and poured rain down over their once called home. The Hyenas, the few that there were left, would surely move on to other areas for food. Scar would die, and the circle of life would begin again. And they would be there when it did. 
 

