Simba turned and saw Scar,here we go again,I'll get my uncle.the young lion and his Uncle were playing hide and seek, Scar always letting Simba win because he was the son of the King .he had to share his time with Simba to teach him his ways his brother was King indeed but being King made him change even worse then Scar was himself,here Scar was the good guy so to speak and his brither not evil just doesn't know the meaning of the phase when power corrupts Scar was trying to teach Simba his way not his brother's the platful lion all he had to be concern with was growing up learning about the Prideland and the animals that lived in it,here Simba was still good but bits of his brother were showing ,sometimes he could be so bad,right now he was biting Scars tail as Scar growled,' O.K. Simba you need to go think your father is calling I think its feeding time,'said scar as he saw the bright sun set off in the distant .' See you later Scarm' said Simba as he headed home,' I'm sure you well,' growled Scar.to be continued.