Scar sat on the promontory. He awaited the birth of his cub. He wasn't worried, nor excited. "Sir, Zira has given birth. She has requested you to come in now." A lioness told Scar. Scar walked past her, without even saying a word. Zira was lying down, with a cub in her arms. "It's a girl..." She smiled, with a sweet smile on her face. Scar raised an eyebrow.
At first, he had judged the cub at a glance. "She looks weak..." He scowled. "But, my King, I assure you she is a healthy cub!" Zira became worried. Scar sighed and picked her up. Then, he realized she wasn't as weak as he thought. "Hmm, apparently I misjudged her." He slightly smiled. Zira was hoping that she would be the heir of the Pridelands. Zira widened her eyes and a smirk came on her face. "That's perfect!" She cheered.
"What's perfect?" Scar asked, concerned of what Zira was thinking. "Scar, if she is the heir, we could train her to be evil! She could be the New Leader of these Dark Times!" Scar thought for a moment. "Well, Zira... I'm not too sure-" "My King, think of it! Your daughter being the best leader this land has ever seen!" Zira put her arm around Scar, with her eyes brightening from the idea. Scar smirked. "That sounds perfect! When she's a bit bigger and older, we will train her to be the best this land has ever seen!"
Scar laid the cub back down in Zira's arms and walked outside. "Don't worry, my little Rafiya... You'll be the best Queen ever, just like your mother..." Zira smiled and licked the cub affectionately. "My little Rafiya..."