Chapter 1
A/N- Hey, this is my first official Pair of Kings story. I adopted this idea from humanusscriptor, and this is the preview. I will officially start this story when I finish one of my Kickin It stories. By the way, the whole story won't be as depressing as this chapter.
Disclaimer- I don't own Pair of Kings.
The whole story will be told in Brady's point of view.
My name is Brady Parker. I am 32 years old. I am the king of Kinkow. I am married to Mikayla and we have one son. You're probably thinking I have a great life, but it's horrible. It all started 13 years ago in Chicago.
flashback
I heard a knock on the door of my aunt and uncle's apartment. I opened the door and found Mikayla standing there. She looked like she had been crying. "Mikayla, what's wrong?" Mikayla never cried. Something horrible must have happened. "Brady, you have to come back to Kinkow and become king." "Why?" She didn't answer for a minute. Then she said the worst thing I have ever heard.
"Boomer is dead." She began crying. I soon followed.
flashback over
Mikayla filled me in on everything that had happened since I left. She told me about Boz. He had been killed too. Then she told me about Kaita. He had killed both of them. They died fighting for Kinkow. I vowed to avenge them or die trying.
I returned to Kinkow and fought. For three years I hunted Kaita. I lead the charge countless times against his undead army. A dozen times I nearly had him cornered, but he always managed to slip away. Nearly half of the island's population had been wiped out, but we continued the fight. Finally, the last battle came.
flashback
We were in the middle of the jungle. "Brady, we have to retreat," Mason told me. I looked around. My soldiers were being driven back towards the castle. We were finished. "Retreat," I muttered. Mason gave the order and everyone began to fall back. Then I saw him. Kaita. Laughing at me.
I charged the enemy ranks. Armed with nothing but a sword. If I died, then I died keeping the promise I made for my brothers. My soldiers saw what was happening, and ran back into battle with their king. When I reached Kaita, he begged for mercy. I gave him none.
flashback over
The war was over. The Darkside was gone. My brothers were avenged. But we could not celebrate. We lost Mason. I blamed myself for his death. Mikayla told me it wasn't my fault. I still think it is.
A year later I married Mikayla. A year after that we had our son Mitchell. Everything went downhill from there. I was king of a people who hated me. The people saw my brothers as martyrs who died fighting for the country. They were right about that.
On the other hand, they saw me as the coward who ran away from the island for some unknown reason. They saw me as the king who carried out the war that sent the island into poverty. They saw me as the king who lead their family members into battle to die. They saw me as a villain.
Mikayla and I tried to return the island to how it was before the war, but running the island was different now. We didn't have Boomer. We didn't have Mason. I never even knew Boz but I still wished we had him there too. The people wanted me off the throne. The only thing keeping them from making it happen was the fact that they were too poor.
I tried to help the people, but they didn't want any help from me, the so called "villain." Running the island was extremely stressful. Unfortunately, I took it out on my family.
Now that you are caught up on my miserable life story, this is what has happened today. Mikayla and I had been fighting again. We fought all the time. We fought about anything and everything. Usually after a fight, it's a week before Mikayla even talks to me, but today it was different. Right after the fight she came back to me and said, "Go talk to your son. He won't listen to anything I have to say."
Mitchell is a mess. And it is completely my fault. He did what ever he wanted to for most of his life. He is only eight, but he acts like a defiant teenager. I walked into his room where he was playing a video game that Mikayla told him not to buy. "Mitchell, what is your mom angry at you for today?"
"She wants me to go to stupid school today," he said sounding disgusted. I knew how to handle this. "Mitchell, I never finished high school. If you don't finish getting your education you'll probably end up like me." "Fine! I'll go to school." He got up and left.
That always worked. If I compare Mitchell to myself he will immediately change whatever we have in common. I know it's sad. I went and found Mikayla. "I got your son to go to school." She looked over at me. "Thanks, you idiot." She called me an idiot. That means she's calming down.
"Mikayla, I'm sorry about the fight." I really don't even remember what we were fighting about. "Whatever," she said storming off. It's not even noon and already my entire family is angry at me. I need to go to the one place in this castle where no one ever bothers me.
I go down into the vaults beneath the castle where the members of the royal family are buried. I find where my brothers are buried and sit down by their graves. I know it's weird, but that's what this whole island is. Weird. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes when I heard someone behind me.
"It's done."
A/N- Sorry to give you a cliffy but that's where the chapter needed to end. If any of you like Kickin It check out my stories Kickin It with a Pair of Kings and Spyfall: What Could Have Happened. Please excuse grammar mistakes.