When Darkness Arises - A Pair of Kings Fanfiction...
A/N - Well here is a new story for Pair of Kings. This is a collaboration with Wendy Pierce; without her none of this would be possible! Seriously she is awesome! A nice friend to have and an awesome author! Literally go check out her stories! You will love them!
Anyway Wendy Pierce and I own nothing from Pair of Kings. So enjoy!
Chapter one written mostly by Wendy Pierce. I helped a little in the beginning.
Chapter 1
It was a Monday morning on the island of Kinkow. The sun shined down on the island, its light bathing the people in a warm glow. The occupants of the island moved in a sluggish and leisure manner, not one worry on their minds. The creatures that roamed the dark side of the island were not at all active; the monsters remaining quite for a change. It was odd. The creatures of that side were usually planning, their next attack unknown but certain. Yet, even they didn't feel like doing much that lazy morning. Everything was normal, peaceful.
Then there were the Kings of Kinkow.
Brady and Boomer Parker.
Normally with them around, chaos insured and the two were in some kind of a mess. But today, they weren't active because the two boys were awake and playing a game of pool in their bedroom in the castle.
"…I'm going to get it this time Boom! You got lucky the last game, but the white ball is right there, right where I want it." Brady stated as he got in a stance to hit the ball.
"Sure, whatever you say bro." Boomer said with slight sarcasm as he watched his brother hit the ball.
When Brady hit the ball, the two brothers watched it roll across the table and hit a yellow ball. However, as the ball hit the yellow ball, it knocked into the black eight ball that was near it and the two rolled. First the yellow ball went in and then the black eight ball. When it did, Brady groaned in frustration at his loss. Boomer laughed at his brother's failure.
"This game's rigged." Brady reasoned as he frowned and crossed his arms.
"No, you're just bad a pool-there's a difference." Boomer replied with a grin. He only received a glare form his brother.
"I'm not bad at pool. It's just rigged." Brady argued back, making Boomer laugh again.
The two were then interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering their room. Looking up, both brothers saw their close friend and head guard of the castle, Mikayla Makoola, walk into the room, her father Mason Makoola, their trusted Royal Advisor, behind her.
"My kings! We just received some horrible news." Mikayla stated as she walked over to them.
Brady rolled his eyes at Boomer before turning to Mikayla and smiling.
"That's all we get!? No, what's up? Or, how are you? No...I love you." Brady replied with a grin.
"What was that, my King?" Mason questioned the raven-haired King, his hand reaching for the machete that hung at his waist.
"Nothing," Brady squeaked out a reply, pushing Boomer in front of him and using him as a shield.
"What do you have to tell us anyway?" Boomer asked.
The two Makoola's exchanged similar looks. They were looks of worry, the twins noted, and possibly a hint of fear. "You might want to sit down for this," Mikayla told them.
"Why?" Brady asked.
"Just do it," Mikayla demanded, her voice raising slightly as she gestured to the couch on the far end of the room. The Kings, afraid of the guard girl's wrath, scrambled to do as she said. Boomer sat on the arm of the couch, Brady in the middle. Both waited for further instructions.
"Do you know the history of Kinkow, my Kings?" Mason realized that it was a stupid question, and then rephrased himself. "Have you picked up the great book?"
Both Kings snorted. "It's a book with a lot of words. Why would we do that?" asked King Boomer, leaning back onto the couch.
"Yeah, who needs to read some guide book when you can make it up?" King Brady added, smiling up at the guards.
Mikayla rolled her eyes at the King's immaturity. "The history of the Island is quite important. It tells you what to and what not to do by describing the reign of previous rulers."
"All we need to know is they screwed up; anything else isn't important," Both Kings laughed.
"It's more than that," Mason said, his tone harsh and strict. This caused the twins to stop joking and give their attention to the Royal Advisor. Mason stood with his arms crossed, his eyes full of a dead seriousness that was terrifying. His lips were a straight and thin line, proving that the man didn't think of this as a joking manner at all, compared to the Kings. "It is true; Kinkow has a long line of successful and powerful rulers. But with those who were great, came those who…weren't so successful themselves. In particular, the reign of Maliki and Kaliki."
"Oh boy, boring history lesson from the Man-Squash," Boomer interrupted.
Mason regarded the boy-king with a glare, which caused the King to cower under the fierce gaze. Mason can be scary if he wanted to, and this was one of those moments. He continued, "Maliki and Kaliki were twins, much like you and Brady are, but their relationship was not very healthy. Maliki was always greedy; wanting to keep the gold to himself and not help out the poor villagers at all. One story even says he wanted to make an army of the dead, because the soldiers who were alive weren't a strong enough force. Then there was Kaliki, who would keep the people's best intentions in mind. He was a strong and wise man, usually an undefeatable opponent in battle.
"One night, though, the Kings' argument got a bit out of control. Maliki was very sick of sitting in his brother's shadow that he decided to do something. He wanted to create a dark side of the island, where only the most gruesome and awful monsters would exist. You see, during this time, there was no such thing as the dark side. The sun would shine so brightly over the island, that it protected the people, made them feel at peace. Maliki didn't want that. He wanted terror. He wanted people to fear him and his power. He-."
"He was so greedy that he wanted people to feel his wrath and understand that he's the only person the people have to fear." Brady finished for Mason.
The Royal Advisor was taken aback by the young man. "That's very good my King. How did you know? Did you read the book?"
Brady shrugged casually. "I didn't. I just guessed."
"Well, you're not wrong," Mikayla agreed, showing that she was impressed with the boy-King. "Maliki and Kaliki got into a huge argument that they brought out their respective weapon-a sword-and started hacking at each other. Quite literally did they try to attack the other. Their battle continued, and Maliki, so fed up with his brother, broke up the fight and retreated to the South side of Kinkow, which was the depths of the jungle-an abandoned and destroyed part of the island. Maliki used some dark magic and with some success, he created his own castle, his own minions. His people were not even humans at all. They were the most horrifying monsters one can possible think of, and they were only good for causing mayhem and terror."
A broad silence followed after. It was broken when Boomer stood and asked, "And why are you telling us this?"
The Makoola's exchanged another look this time, their expressions grim and knowledgeable. The Twin Kings got the message that something serious was going on, but they didn't think about of it as so.
"The Evil King is said to rise again, and it can end with the death of a King."