Simba took a few steps back, as his uncle slowly approached him with his hyena army. He was surrounded and defenseless like a slice of meat, which was running away from its predator. He was nervous, not knowing how he could escape from this. Scar's words ran in his mind.

"But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you..."

Ironically, it was true. Now, Mufasa would not come to save his son. To Simba, realizing that wasn't very helpful. Maybe he was too naive to understand that yet, but still, he wanted to imagine that his father would just run somewhere and save him like he did last time.

But it was not going to happen.

Evil grin ran on Scar's face. Simba felt very uncomfortable, as he stared at those green eyes. Why would his uncle want to hurt him? Losing his father at such a young age and now his uncle accusing him being a murderer...it was way too horrible to be true.

"I told you, I didn't kill him! It was an accident!", he started.

"Oh really, dear nephew? Then why everyone thinks you did it?", Scar asked.

"I don't know! But I swear I didn't kill him! Why would I kill my father?!"

"Maybe you were just jealous? You thought that Mufasa was in your way...so you had to get rid of him", Scar grinned.

Simba's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy?! I loved my father! I would never hurt him! What is wrong with you?!"

"Wrong question, Simba. I think you should answer that instead. After all, Mufasa died because you roared and started the stampede. Or am I wrong?"

Simba hung his head. Yeah, it was true. He wanted to practice his roar and that had horrible results. Because of him, his dad was dead.

"And now Simba, you're in trouble again. And now everyone knows WHY!"

Before Simba could react, he fell from the rock. He was able to hang with his forepaws on the wall, as lighting hit the bushes below, starting a fire. Simba gazed down, gulped, and turned to see his uncle who was sitting calmly above him.

Why doesn't he help me? He can't let me die...or can he?

But Scar just kept staring.

"Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hmm, let me think. Oh yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died."

Simba's eyes widened.

What the...

"Huh? How can you know about that? You saw him falling too?"

Before he could ask more, Scar stabbed Simba's forepaws. Then he leaned and whispered in his ear.

"Oh yes Simba, I did. There is something you should know...", Scar grinned.

Simba held his breath.

"And here is my little secret...I KILLED MUFASA!"

Simba was frozen. He couldn't react or say anything, his mind was caput. He saw in his eyes how Mufasa fell to his death and he screamed...and before he could register what just heard, Scar whispered once more.

"See you in the next life, dear nephew! Say hi to Mufasa from me!"

And then, he let go. Simba tried to get a grip, but there was no room where to hang. He started to fall, still hearing Scar's words in his head. Somewhere else, he heard Nala yelling for his name, or maybe that was just his imagination. The only thing he knew for sure that he was going to join his father soon...

"Thump."

When Simba felt that he wasn't falling anymore, he still hesitated to open his eyes. He was maybe only a wet spot on the ground and didn't want to remember himself like that. Suddenly, he felt something bright appearing around him. Was he in Heaven? Or somewhere else?

Slowly, Simba opened his eyes. At first, he didn't see anything since the light was too bright. But as he blinked, his vision started to come back. But the light wasn't a thing he expected to see. It was the sun.

Wait...the sun? Where am I?!

Yes, it was indeed the sun. But that wasn't the only thing that shocked Simba. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, well except he was on the Savannah. It was a very sunny day, clouds everywhere.

Okay...Heaven surely looks a lot like home.

Simba started to walk on the grass. He couldn't remember the last time he was feeling happy. His last moments were very brutal but now it sounded like a bad dream.

Suddenly, he heard something which made him stop in his tracks.

"Simba! Son, there you are! What did I tell you about wandering off?"

No, it can't possibly be...

Simba turned his head slowly, almost too nervous to look. When he turned around, he saw Mufasa approaching him, confused look on his face.

"Simba? Are you listening to me?"

Simba's whole body went numb. He closed his eyes, making sure that he wasn't dreaming. When he opened them again, Mufasa was still standing there.

"Oh my god, Dad...it's you! I can't believe it...I've missed you so much!"

Mufasa looked puzzled, as Simba ran to him and grabbed his leg.

"After a long time, we are finally together...I can't believe this...I'm so sorry what happened to you Dad!", Simba sobbed.

Mufasa patted his son's back in confusion.

"Umm...okay. But to be honest son, I don't have any idea what you're talking about. We just saw this morning, when I left for my morning patrol."

Simba lifted his head.

"What do you mean? A morning patrol? But Dad, you can't possibly have it...we are both dead and in Heaven!"

Mufasa's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"What are you talking about, Simba?! Is this some kind of prank? Making fun of The Circle Of Life is not nice. And what I told you earlier...didn't you learn anything at all?"

"But...", Simba started.

"No buts, son! I don't like this behavior. Even though you are just a cub, you still have to respect things."

A cub? Is he out of his mind?

"A cub? Dad, I think you're misunderstanding something. You see, I was there with Scar and", Simba stopped as he felt his head.

Wait, where is my mane? What is going on?

"I'll be back...just a second", Simba nodded at his father and ran to the river. When he saw his reflection, he almost fainted.

Oh my god, I really am a cub. But how...?

"Simba, we need to go! Your mother and other lionesses are coming back from their hunt."

"C-Coming!"

As Simba ran after Mufasa, he mumbled to himself.

"I can't believe what's happening. Why am I still a cub? How is Dad alive if we're not in Heaven? He acts like nothing is wrong. But I thought I died...or did I? There can be only one explanation for it...I have somehow transported back to the past. But I can still remember what Scar told me..."

And then, he stopped.

To my past? Does it mean that I get another chance? If I play my cards right, then maybe I can save Dad and stop Scar! Thank you, whoever organized this! I won't let you down!

Realizing his chances gave Simba hope. He knew what Scar was up to, so he needed to expose his plans to everyone, somehow. How? He didn't yet know. But he was very willing to try since this could save Mufasa from his death and him of living without a father.

Just wait for it, Uncle Scar. I will stop you.

TBC...