Disclaimer: I do not own Pair of Kings in any way, shape, or form. I'm also not repeating this disclaimer for all of the other chapters. I got the plot from "My Brakayla Story Ideas", by humanusscriptor.

A/N: I'm tweaking the timeline slightly. Brady leaves and stuff but the sinking of Mindu happens a month later. So Boomer is basically all alone and Mindu is still intact for one more month. Hope that doesn't confuse anyone!

I also kind of had to add a couple of OCs… Mostly just the Queen though then there are other unimportant characters. Can't be that bad, right?

Brady stared at the hot air balloon.

It was mocking him. Telling him to just leave. Just head off and never be seen again. Leave Kinkow on a journey to become more mature.

Just like Mikayla said, right? (Granted, she didn't say that, but she implied it with her hesitation!)

He twitched slightly, before turning around. He could see the castle. In his head played back all of his adventures in Kinkow. All of the wacky things he and Boomer did. All of his attempts to date Mikayla.

Brady clenched his fist at the thought of Mikayla before he realized that he held something. Mikayla's dagger. He had just peeked into her room; she was still in guard duty after all. All he planned to do was to leave a note or something before spotting the dagger. He had no intention of taking anything, but he couldn't help himself. It smelled just like her!

Also… This should be a permanent reminder to never forget his goal.

Using the dagger, (which he dubbed Brakayla,) Brady cut loose the royal hot air balloon.

"Out for a midnight hike, my king?"

Brady squeaked, jumping up in surprise before landing straight on his face. "Yeah… Something like that…" mumbled Brady, face muffled by the ground.

Behind him was one of the guards. Brady never bothered to remember his name, but he and Boomer called him Jacked-up nose guy.

"Would you like any assistance, your highness?" asked Jacked-up nose guy, lending out his hand.

Brady stood up, shaking his head. "No, I have to do this myself," he said with certainty, before pausing. "Actually, do you know any islands that are, like, really friendly and stuff, but still really good at training?"

The guard blinked. "You mean like Mindu? I have a cousin in Mindu-."

Brady snapped his fingers. "Uh huh, okay," he said, totally uninterested. "Tell me how to get to Mandu."

"It's Mindu," corrected the guard.

"I can call it whatever I want!" pouted Brady, before slapping himself. Be mature, Brady! "R-Right, Kindu. So, how to get there?"

The guard raised an eyebrow at Brady's behavior. "Take the royal boat and follow the currents. Kinkowan seas always reach Mindu at this time of year."

"Right," said Brady, deciding to not question the island after months of living in it. He pulled out a gold bar. "Don't tell anyone about this. Say the boat got crashed or something."

He handed the gold bar to the guard before dashing off.

"Come on mom! Come on!" urged seventeen year-old Boz, trying to get his mom away from the line of guards by tugging on her arm.

"Prince Boz!" scolded his mother, slapping his hand off lightly. "Remember, in public, you must refer to me as either 'mother' or 'Queen Elena'. Understood?"

Boz pouted slightly. "Yes mother," he said, before perking up. "Anyway, you gotta see what's happening on Crimson Beach!"

"For the last time, Prince Boz, those animals are crabs-"

"I know that!" interrupted Boz, "Well, now," he added silently. "But I saw something really cool! It's like, this big crashed ship and stuff, but there's only one person!"

"I can't leave right now," said Queen Elena. She gestured to the line of guards who were watching the conversation with amusement. "I need to instruct these guards."

Boz huffed. "That can't be that hard, right?" He stepped in front of the line of guards. "You four, guard something shiny. You ten, guard the perimeter. The rest…" He scrunched up his nose. "Take a shower, will ya?"

The line of guards soon dispersed as Queen Elena sighed. "Boz…" she started, ready to scold him. Seven years since she adopted him and barely any improvement.

Boz smiled brightly. "There, all done!" he exclaimed happily. He grabbed ahold of his mother's arm once more. "To Crimson Beach!"

"Hey, you okay?"

Brady groaned, feeling sore all over his body. The last thing he remembered was setting sail. Those currents are not fun. They swerved him in all sorts of directions, before crashing right into a big rock. Everything was blurry right after that.

"See mom? He's alive!"

An unfamiliar voice. Brady slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the bright light. There were two figures. He sat up. One of them is a tall teen with strawberry blonde hair. The other is an adult, maybe in the late twenties or so. She had long black hair and calculating dark eyes.

The woman bent down to his height. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Brady paused slightly, slowly processing her questions. "...Sore."

"Good!" exclaimed the strawberry blonde teen, "At least you're not dead." He stretched out his hand, which Brady took, slightly wobbly. "What's your name?"

"My name?" echoed Brady, not exactly thinking things through. He couldn't say Brady Parker, they might link it to the Brady Parker that left Kinkow! "M… Mi… Mitchel…"

There, that sounds easy enough to remember. "Mitchel what?" asked the woman.

Wait, what? "Just Mitchel," said Brady, knowing he won't remember the last name.

The woman stood up. "Well, Just Mitchel," said the woman with a smile, "My name is Queen Elena Laurence and this is Prince Boz Laurence. Where did you come from?"

Brady, now dubbed Mitchel, blinked. "A… boat." He said intelligently, before realizing what the queen meant. "Oh, uh, I'm from… An island… Somewhere near...ish far…"

"O...Kay," said Boz slowly. "Well, any reason you're on Mindu?"

Mitchel perked up at the name. "Ah, um, your majesty…" he quickly bowed to queen Elena, "I would like… Well I need to train in the, um, Morduian ways. Teach me everything about fighting and maturity and stuff!"

"Don't you mean Minduian?"

"Yes, those ways," said Mitchel with a nod. "I went through a lot just to get here. Please, your majesty, I know I'm not exactly the best person to train…" He gestured to his weak arms. "But I can learn!" Hopefully.

"You seem very determined… Are you sure?" asked Elena, stroking her chin.

Mitchel nodded eagerly. "I'll do anything! Money is not an issue!"

"I don't need your money," said Elena, reminding Mitchel that she is also royalty. "Except you need a place to stay near the castle. After all, to turn you," she gestured to his weak physique, "into someone proud to say they were taught in the Minduian ways, you'd need to spend as much time training as possible. That means waking up early."

Mitchel cringed at the thought, but he nodded anyway. "Do you got a place for me to stay?"

Elena frowned. "I'm afraid that I do not."

"Ooh! Ooh!" exclaimed Boz, raising his hand and waving it like crazy. "He can stay at my room! We can be roommates! What do you say?" asked Boz, slinging his arm over Mitchel's shoulder.

Mitchel stared at him like he was crazy. "Uh… Personal space..?" asked Mitchel, pushing Boz away.

Elena laughed quietly to herself. "If you want to stay on Mindu, you must know that we Minduians are aggressive huggers."

"What happens if we get pickpocketed while someone hugs us?"

The queen shrugged. "We also have a high crime rate." She turned away. "Come, Prince Boz. Mitchel. We must return to the castle at once."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Okay mom!"

"Prince Boz…"

"...Yes mother…"

It was late, so when they reached the castle, Boz led them to his room. There was already another bed set up for Brady, since Elena called the guards to quickly set up a bed.

"You should sleep now," said Boz, crouching like a monkey on his rock bed. "Early for Queen Elena is right before the sun is up. It's terror."

"Urgh, that sucks…" groaned Mitchel right before he collapsed on his new bed. It was just as comfy as his bed in Kinkow. "So when will I meet the king?"

Silence. Mitchel frowned, wondering if Boz fell asleep or something, so he sat up. Boz was simply staring at the sky. "Boz?"

The strawberry blonde quickly snapped out of it. "Oh. Uh… King Brent passed away about seven years ago. We don't talk about him anymore."

"Oh… I am so sorry."

Boz shrugged. "It's fine. I didn't know him that well anyway, since I was adopted about a week before that."

"You're adopted?"

"Yeah. Now go to sleep, or else you can't wake up tomorrow morning," said Boz, laying on his bed. Mitchel nodded, shutting his eyes.

Mitchel must have shut his eyes hours ago, yet sleep still wouldn't succumb upon him. He felt a slight twinge of envy as his roommate's light snores filled the room. He just couldn't help it.

He remembered Boomer. He remembered saying their goodnights, having a little conclusion from their adventures from the night before. Maybe Brady was going to prank Boomer. Maybe Boomer was going to scold Brady for rubbing bread on the toilet.

Whatever it was, their last words would be to each other before falling asleep.

Mitchel turned over, before feeling slight pain on his leg. He opened his eyes and dug under his covers to reveal a dagger. Brakayla the dagger. It must have been in his pocket. Surprise that it didn't got lost while he was 'steering' the boat.

Memories of Mikayla immediately flooded in his head. The dagger still smelling a little bit like Mikayla didn't make it better.

"The word is that you said that you are never going to date King Brady because he is too immature and he'll never grow up as long as he's king of this island."

He shut his eyes. "Well, I'm not king anymore… Is this better, Mikayla?"

He laughed quietly. He was talking to a dagger of all things. How can crushing on one girl end up like this?

A/N: Annnd done… This is my first ever Pair of Kings fanfic, so I know I must have made them OOC somehow *cries in a corner*. But I tried my best, and from all the kid cartoons I've watched, I know that must count for something!

...Did I just admit that I still watch kid cartoons out loud?

See ya guys around! (Hopefully.)