Hey guys! It's me, MitchelMussoForever, back with another POK FanFiction! I'm hoping this story will be long, but I don't know. It'll be Brakayla eventually, but not for a while. And the whole thing is in Mikayla's POV, but it's possible that that will change. If it does, I'll let you know. ANYWAYS, on with Chapter One! (It's not very original, but oh well. The rest of the story will be.)

Oh, and I'm sick of writing disclaimers, so I'm just saying right now that I own nothing. I'm not going to do disclaimers for this, already did it, I'm done.

It was a normal day on Kinkow. I woke up early and did my morning patrol, then grabbed some breakfast from the kitchen. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the island breeze blew warm and sweet-smelling. I was thinking about waking up the kings.

That's when the screaming started.

"Close the gates! Shut down the castle! No one gets in or out!" Boomer yelled, running down the stairs, clutching a piece of paper in his hand.

"My king, calm down. I only took one bite of your cinnamon roll!" My dad told him.

Boomer frowned at him.

My dad sighed. "Okay, I ate the whole thing. Stop sleeping still noon!"
"No! It's not that!" Boomer exclaimed. Then he narrowed his eyes. "We'll talk about my cinnamon roll later. But look at this! Brady's gone!"

My heart skipped a beat. What? Gone?

My dad frowned. "What do you mean, gone?"

"Gone as in gone, Mason! What other kind of gone is there?"

I exchanged looks with my dad. I could see in his eyes that he was feeling just as shocked as I was.

"Can I see that?" My dad asked, holding out his hand for the paper still in Boomer's hand.

Boomer nodded, handed it over, and plopped down onto the throne. "Read it aloud to me again, Mason. I'm too distressed to do any reading right now."

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was totally freaking out. Brady was gone? Was Boomer serious? Where had he gone… and why? It didn't make any sense, he never went anywhere without Boomer…

"Boomer, I'm sure King Brady wouldn't leave without you," I said. "I mean, you two don't even go to the bathroom without each other." I wrinkled my nose, thinking about how gross that was.

"Which is exactly why I need him back! I really gotta go!" Boomer cried.

"I'm going to read the letter now," my dad said. His tone said shut up.

So we did.
"Dear Boomer," my dad read aloud. "I've decided I need to leave. If I want to be the man I have to be, I have some growing up to do and I can't do it here."

I felt like I'd been hit over the head like a sledgehammer. Suddenly, something I'd been wondering about since last night made sense.

"That was Brady in the jungle last night," I said slowly, comprehension dawning on me. "He heard me tell Candis he'd never mature as long as he's king of this island…"

"Mikayla please, be quiet. We are trying to figure out why Brady left!" Boomer scolded.

I crossed my arms and gave him a look.

"Then he talks about skinny calves making a comeback…" my dad said, scanning the rest of the letter. "And then he says: "You are the stronger king, Boomer, you always have been. I love you, bro. Brady""

"Wow. So King Brady really is gone…" My dad said slowly.

"Yes!" Lanny cried joyfully, running in from the kitchen. Unfortunately, he was running so fast he apparently couldn't see where he was going and crashed into the door.

"My family's just dropping like flies," Boomer said.

Mahumma came running in, leaned over, and whispered something in my dad's ear.

He frowned. "One of the balloons is gone."

"WHAT?! So he's really… really… gone?" Boomer asked, his face ashen.

Mason sighed. "It seriously looks that way."

Boomer got to his feet. "I'm going after him!"
"My king," my dad began, but Boomer was already outside in the plaza.

"Ready a balloon!" He yelled. "I'm going to go get my brother!"

"King Boomer, you shouldn't-" My dad tried again, but Boomer held up his hand.

"I don't want to hear it, Mason! He's my twin, and I need him! He's just being stupid, I know I can get him to change his mind."

I didn't say anything. My mind was too busy whirling around at the speed of light. Brady had heard me, in the jungle, talking to Candis, I just knew it! Had what I said really hurt him so much that he'd left the island? Left Boomer?

Two guards had already brought out a balloon to take Boomer back to Chicago to get Brady back.

"Mason, I'll be fine! I know how to work these things! I'll be back in a few days with Brady, it'll all work out, you'll see."

My dad opened his mouth to continue protesting when the wind started to pick up.

The sky was getting darker. I looked up and saw black clouds shifting to cover up the sun.

The wind was getting faster, starting to whirl around me, blowing my hair into my face. The air was colder too, much colder.

"Daddy, what's happening?" I asked him.

"What?" He yelled. The wind was already so loud and fast that he couldn't hear me.

"DADDY, WHAT IS HAPPENING?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"I don't know, baby girl!" He yelled back.

"I do."

We all whirled around.

It was the Shaman, looking at us all gravely. "Island won't let you leave, King Boomer. You king of legend. You must stay." Even though he didn't yell, we could hear him perfectly fine.

"But the island let Brady leave!" Boomer yelled. "I have to go get him!"
"No. Brady not king of legend, or island would not have let him leave."

"But that's impossible!" I yelled. "He and Boomer are twins!"
The Shaman just shook his head. "Brady not coming back. You not going to go get him, King Boomer. Stay inside until storm is over."

Boomer looked like he wanted to fight about it some more, but my dad grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. The Shaman went with them.

I knew I was suppose to follow them. The storm was getting much more powerful. The sky was completely black, and the wind was so strong it could probably blow me away if it wanted to.

But I didn't want to. I looked up at the black sky, the sky that had swallowed Brady up. The sky he'd disappeared into.

I turned and ran, not back into the castle, but out into the jungle. I knew it was dangerous to be outside during such a huge storm, but right then I couldn't care less.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, not even looking where I was going. All I could think about was Brady. I couldn't believe that he was gone. How could I have possibly hurt him that much?

I finally stopped on a ledge overlooking the beach where Brady and Boomer had beaten Hibachi in a surfing competition almost two years ago. Tears poured down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Brady!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I never meant to hurt you! Please come back!" I knew he couldn't hear me, but I couldn't help yelling those things. I needed to say them.

Why was I so upset? Sure, he was my friend and my king, but why did I care this much? Yeah, he'd had a crush on me, but I'd never returned his affection. Yes, I'd kissed him once, but that was only to save Kinkow. It wasn't… it wasn't for him.

I felt the guilt pressing down on my heart, making it feel like it weighed a ton. It was all my fault. I'd done this.

I looked around me. I felt the wind whipping around me, blowing my hair in all different directions, threatening to push me over into the choppy sea. This storm was my fault. All of this was my fault!

"I'm sorry!" I screamed again. In the frigid air, my tears felt like they were going to freeze on my face. "I didn't want this to happen! Brady!"
But what could I do? The Shaman said we couldn't go after him…

Wait, he said Boomer couldn't go after him.

He never said anything about me.

Ooooo, a cliffhanger on the first chapter! At least, I think that was a cliffhanger. Anyways, you MUST review, all of you reading this! Or I will not be happy :) I want your opinions! Tell me what you think! I REALLY want to know! :D