So I'm here with a new story. Don't worry, I'll find time to update "The Switch" too. I was just too excited to wait till I've finished "The Switch" cause honestly speaking, I planned on only uploading this when I was done with my first story. But I got too impatient.

Okay, so let's start with the first chapter of my 2nd story, "Risks".

(Mikayla POV)

It's already the year 2015. 3 years since Boz came to the island. 3 years, since King Brady left. I missed him. Terribly. Boomer said I was beginning to come out of my shell, but at times, I was slightly awkward. Boz and I are on somewhat good terms with each other. My dad is still fussing time and again how mistaken he was when he thought Brady was a king of legend.

But as time goes by, I'm beginning to accept the fact that he's gone. That he's away at Chicago. Maybe flirting with another girl, or maybe even countless girls. But still, nothing can ever remove the guilt that I've kept deeply hidden from everyone else. It was my fault, anyway. He left. Because of a girl.

A girl who he thinks would never date him, not even close to have a crush on him. That he will just be forever treated as just a friend. He left because of me...

I stared at the window in my room. My dad cancelled all my guard shifts for today. He said Roger was going to take care of them. I think my dad just wants to see for himself that Roger's well-aware about his surroundings, and not just with the things stuck in his nose. I shook my head. It isn't an easy task, especially for someone like Roger.

Somehow, I feel burdened by the sudden silence clouding my room. Boomer and Boz are asleep. My dad's at the village. The wind was howling, and pounding on my window. I try to enjoy the silence.

Suddenly, I hear a commotion downstairs, breaking the silence that hung in the air. I ran downstairs, my machete in my hand. Opening the castle doors, I find a disfigured man lying on the ground in front of me. His face and hair were badly burned. His clothes showed that he must have had a bad fall and his leg appears to be broken. I was rooted to the ground. I wasn't a doctor. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know him for crying out loud.

I guess there was only one thing I could do. Carefully, I picked him up and brought him to the village to seek my dad and the shaman.

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I found my dad and the shaman. Unfortunately, the man passed away. The shaman was somehow quiet and sullen throughout the conversation. He said the man was badly injured and showed signs of dehydration. He was also in a very bad state. Finally he said, "I'll be in charge of his burial".

I slowly nodded. "Okay. But do you know about his identity? Maybe we could call up his family and tell them about him?," I asked the shaman, pointing at the dead man in a white sheet.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to know his family's whereabouts or even who he is," he replied, his voice only above a whisper.

I pitied the man beneath the white sheet. I wonder how he even got to the castle in his condition. Now his family would be in a state of panic as to where he has gone and why he hasn't come back to them. "Can I just look at his face, and maybe try to see if I know him, or maybe if I have seen him before?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's...horribly disfigured," the shaman answered, not looking me in the eye.

"But I've seen bad-looking people too! I'll be able to bear it, to take a look..."

"No, Mikayla. Thank you, shaman. Take care of him okay?," my dad cut in, leading me out of the shaman's rusty old van.

"But dad..."

"Mikayla, the shaman said no. Anyway, why do we even care? The shaman's going to look after him," my dad shrugged, although I can see he was pitying the dead man.

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Once we got back to the castle, Boomer and Boz were out. Maybe they were on their little adventures again, that often, if not always, end up in a catastrophe.

I sighed. The picture of the dead man lying unconscious in front of the castle doors played in my head. Why did he even bother to go to the castle? Maybe all he wanted was to seek the nearest help. Poor him. Maybe he had so many people precious to him who are unaware of the cold fact that he's dead. Maybe he had a bright future ahead of him. But his life had to end all too soon. What a real pity.

"Mikayla, I'm going back to the village to extend my help to the shaman. Stay put. Guard the castle, for now. Roger is nowhere to be found, I can't believe it! The guards said that the kings went out to surf, so they might be back before sunset. Just stay here,"my dad told me, planting a kiss on top of my head.

"Yes daddy. I'll stay here."

"Good. I'll be back by sunset."

I walked idly along the hallway. Here, it's a rather big change when the kings are not around to pester us. My idle thoughts flit back to the man who passed away this morning. I closed my eyes.

"I wish I knew him, and why and how he died. I pity him too much." Losing myself in my own thoughts, I didn't notice a banana peeling on the floor and accidentally slipped. I let out a cry as I fell flat on my face. Who would leave banana peelings anywhere anyway. Oh yeah right. Boz. All I remembered was my head collided with the floor, and all I saw was darkness.

After a while I got up. My vision was awfully blurry. Thinking maybe by that time, my dad had already gone home with the kings, I called for him. No reply. I looked around. I was in the plaza, for some unknown reason. Did I sleep walk? Did somebody carry me outside? Then I noticed a familiar sight that tugged on the strings of my memory.

Wait a second, was that... ME?! I'm sure that was me, and is that...Brady?! And Boomer?! Well, I can't find Boz anywhere. And there's my dad!

I ran up to him, to ask what was happening. "Daddy! What's happenning? I don't under-"

Instead, my father ignored me, like I wasn't even there. They don't seem to notice me or even feel I'm here. I took a deep breath. This was all an illusion, or maybe my mind playing tricks on me. The funny thing is, I feel so light. I called my dad again. Not even a glance in my direction. Not even from Brady, Boomer, and well, myself, though that's distinctly me 3 years ago. Then it hit me. 3 years ago...and how familiar this happening in the plaza was to me.

Well, Mikayla. It seems that you're lost in the past...

So that concludes the first chapter. So what do you think? Should I just quit this and just continue with my other work, or should I keep this story ongoing? Please tell me in the reviews, positive or negative they may be :)

(P.S. I just want to say that this story might take longer for me to update, so please be patient :D)