Part 1: Hatred Square
The Man in the Mask
"No, the banquet will be afterwards, so why don't we leave the food here. And the banner will go up there. Don't forget to polish the kings' throne." It was early in the morning in the king's castle where the island's people were getting ready for their ceremony. Today, this exact day a year ago, had been King Boz's reappearance as a long lost triplet. Mikayla and some other workers were planning the whole ceremony to make it memorable. Just then, Mikayla's dad stormed in the plaza with some shocking–moment of panic–news. "Mikayla, I have terrible news, I just found out the kings aren't in their rooms. Take some guards to search the jungle. King Boz's monkey antics may have them end up there. . . again." Mikayla didn't question anything; she took four guards and started out the door. "Give me one day without this foolishness," Mikayla murmured silently to herself.
Mikayla and some guards were in the jungle searching for the kings. She couldn't help but notice that there was a feeling inside her that something was missing. Mikayla tried to focus and pushed her emotions away. Dark clouds filled the open sky and a loud roar of thunder boomed. Not a problem for Mikayla, she was specialized in the jungle. On the other hand, King Boomer was more likely to run away from the beastly creatures. And King Boz's monkey behaviors usually ended him up in the dark side of Kinkow. Suddenly, the dark clouds made a small rumble. The earth made a little crack and jumped up and down. The wind blew fiercely and rocks, stones, and coconuts flew in the air. "Oh no, guards, take that route to finding the kings and I'll go this way," Mikayla instructed. The guards obeyed without hesitation. Mikayla turned around to see King Boomer and Boz walking towards her. Mikayla sighed with a breath of relief.
"Your majesties, we must get to the castle. A storm has hit." Mikayla moved closer to the kings when her foot got jammed between two rocks. She squirmed and grunted trying to loosen her foot. King Boomer and King Boz both screamed when the wind blew a large coconut across.
"Ahhhhhh! Guards, take us home now!" Boomer yelled.
"Wait, your majesties, guards! Please, help." Instead, everyone left Mikayla stranded. Mikayla got wet, dirty, sick, and weak. Just when Mikayla was about to give up, a man with a mask came and helped Mikayla. "Thank you so much, um . . . man with the mask." Mikayla took a quick look at the man and tried to figure out who it was. "Um, who are you?" The man said nothing but took her wrist forcing Mikayla to follow. The masked man brushed away leaves and bushes as Mikayla followed him.
"Please tell me who you are. I need to know. At least, say something. Please, who are you? I know you haven't done anything bad, but I just want to know who you are." Mikayla babbled on and on trying to convince the man to reveal himself.
Mikayla and the mystery man had only walked five minutes until they reached a small hut in the jungle. It was made of tree bark and leaves. They were packed in mud that had already dried. The hut stood perfectly still. There were two windows on the side. A large door separated the windows. The hut had to be at least eight feet tall. Mikayla stared and stared at the unbelievable man made shelter. Mikayla had been in the jungle a million times before, but she had never noticed this. It had to be something new. The anonymous man opened the door to let Mikayla in. She gracefully stepped in still trying to find out who this secret man was. Mikayla new this person wouldn't admit anything, so, she needed to cleverly play with his mind.
Inside the hut was a very normal house looking styled living. It had a small bed with a light blanket in the right corner. The window stretched out a distance of ten inches. Its border was very old and had a brown icky color. To the left of the room was a small desk. It had the pictures of two people: King Brady and King Boomer. And below the desk lay a very nice guitar. Mikayla tried to think where she saw it before but couldn't–wait a minute was that a picture of the ex- king Brady?
"Oh, I see you are a fan of our ex- king Brady. He's actually not a king of legend. It's a shame but true," Mikayla said confidently. "He left the island for good because . . . um, he felt he didn't belong here." Mikayla choked on her words trying to gulp them away. The truth was; Brady left the island after he overheard Mikayla say he was too immature and unfit for king.
"What?!" the mystery man blurted out. Mikayla's head almost jumped when she heard the unknown man's voice. It was just one word, but it sounded so familiar. She's heard the same tone, but forgot who she heard it from. That voice, that cold, wet, smooth voice, where had I heard it before? I know I heard it somewhere! But where?! Mikayla thought. Her brain shouted at her for almost recognizing the man!
The anonymous man stood there absolutely shocked of what he said. There's nothing to do but reveal myself. Mikayla's already figured out too much. I couldn't keep my big mouth shut, the man thought to himself. The secret man unmasked his face. Mikayla gasped. No! No. No. It can't be! No! Mikayla thought. What she saw was so outrageous, it was far too much. "I can't believe it, you're . . ."