The Nonexistent King- Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with the next chapter! Loved all the reviews! It was awesome. Now… Let's get back to the story.

Brady POV-

I'm confused. One minute I'm screaming at Mikayla, and the next I'm standing in the plaza.

At first I thought I had just daydreamed that we fought, and that I kissed her. I mean, let's face it: I daydream about Mikayla A LOT. I didn't really expect anything until Mason walked in. He was wearing a frown and tapping his foot.

"Mikayla!" He bellowed. "Guard shift!" His arms crossed as he glared up the staircase. "Where is she?" He asked himself.

"Probably still sleeping." I answered Mason.

He didn't turn around. In fact, there was no acknowledgement that I was there at all. I was confused. Normally Mason would at least say hi, or tell me to go away, or something.

"Mason?" I asked, wondering if he didn't hear me.

He still acted as if I wasn't there. "YO MANSQUATCH!" I hollered.

Still no response. At this point, he would normally whirl around. His face would be red with fury and as he cracked his knuckles I would gulp. His normally soothing voice would sound harsh and irritating as he snapped, 'Yes, my king?!'

Normally, but not today. Instead he completely ignored me. I felt neglected, and a little annoyed. I walked up to him, and got ready to tell him off, when Mikayla walked over.

"You're late." Her dad growled.

I gave her one of my most charming smiles. "Hello Sleeping Beauty." I teased.

She didn't even glance at me. She just gave her dad a little half-shrug and said sleepily, "I'm sorry, dad. I had this awful dream."

I got a little closer to her. "Why don't you tell me about it?" I flirted.

"Oh, really what happened?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

I was shocked. I didn't even get chastised for flirting. No threatening tone, no machete pulled out, no NOTHING!

"Well, Brady was evil. And once he was cured-"

I put my arm around her shoulder. "Aw Kayla, you dream about me?"

Mason interrupted her, looking confused and irritated. "Mikayla, who's Brady? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"What do you mean who's Brady?" I yelled angrily. "I'm right here!"

"What?" Mikayla sounded a little put-off. "Daddy, as in King Brady."

I nodded. "Yeah, KING. Which makes me your BOSS. And I can fire people who suddenly don't remember me!"

Mason just stared at her. "Mikayla… Sweetie, are you feeling okay? There is King Boomer, and King Boz, but there is no King Brady."

"WHAT?" I freaked out. "LISTEN HERE SASQUATCH, THERE IS A BRADY! AND HE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" I ran up to him and started screaming in his face. "DO YOU SEE ME NOW?"

Mason looked right through me, to a shocked Mikayla. She stood, frozen. About a minute later she uttered a few simple words.

"He doesn't exist…" She spoke softly.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Mikayla! I'm right here!"

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a mirror. I studied it for a minute. Something wasn't right. Something was missing. Then it hit me. My reflection.

"Oh my gosh." It struck me like a bowling ball against a pin. "I don't exist."

"Now you're getting it."

I whirled around to see a giggling little girl. She looked about five. She had blonde pigtails, and bright green eyes. They shone like emeralds against her fair skin. Her pink, lacey dress flowed around her.

"You can see me?" I asked, stricken.

She nodded. "Yeah Brady, but I'm the only one. And no one will ever see you again if Mikayla can't figure this out. She has to fix everything. Your brothers are reliving most of your adventures. The only problem is that without you, nothing turns out the same. Mikayla has to make sure the results are maintained."

I was confused, but still gave her a slight nod. "Okay, so what adventure are they on?"

"They're starting with the Kings of Legend. You were lucky: The rain only set you back a year."

I nodded again. "Okay, so which adventure will it stop at?"

She shrugged. "It depends."

I sighed. "Wait…" Something dawned on me. "Who are you?"

She smiled. "My name's Celeste. I'm here to help you. Unfortunately, I can't offer my services to Mikayla. I'm the Spirit of Kinkow, but that's all I am. A spirit." She began to fade, and shouted, "Good luck, let's hope Mikayla can figure it out!" Then she was gone.

Let's hope.

Mikayla POV-

I went out on my guard shift, lost in thought. I barely got anything done, so I was glad the island was quiet today. When I got back it was dark. I walked into the throne room to see my dad looking panicked.

"Dad, what's the matter?" I was concerned.

"Mikayla, the kings went out and still haven't come back." He fretted.

I frowned. "What? Oh great, I'll go looking."

I found the kings crying outside the lightning bug cave. At least I found Boomer. Of course, there was no Brady. With him was a tall redheaded boy. He was gangly and had a goofy look to him. I assumed this was the King Boz my dad was referring to.

"Guys, what happened?" I gasped.

Boomer clutched his arm. "Well, you know how you told us not to go in there?" He pointed towards the cave.

I narrowed my eyes. "Yes. I remember."

Boomer nodded. "Well, we went in there. And we brought out a whole bunch of lightning bugs. All of a sudden this freak bolt of lightning hit the rock we were standing on. We were over there," He pointed above the cave, "because we were trying to figure out how to sneak into the castle without you noticing. Our rock came falling down! I think I broke my arm, and Boz…"

The redhead whimpered. I saw his hair was smoking and standing on end. It also appeared that he sprained his ankle. "The lighting got me too."

"Boomer!" I yelled. "What did I tell you about the lightning bugs? They attract lightning! That's why we keep them in the cave! I thought you learned this after the Zadoc incident!"

Boomer frowned. "What Zadoc incident?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" I snapped. "When you and Bra-" I stopped. No Brady, no Zadoc incident. "It never happened." I said quietly.

"Whoa, I'm lost." Boz was staring at me like I was crazy.

I shook my head. "Let's just get back to the castle."

The boy kings nodded before limping out behind me.

A/N: There's a twist! Brady's still alive! Sort of… But maybe not for long! With Boomer having a broken arm, and Boz with a sprained ankle, who knows what might change? And what's going to happen to Brady? And will Mikayla figure it out? And what about me? Will I ever stop sounding like one of those reality TV shows? Find out all this and more next time on: The Nonexistent King.

(Hee hee, I really do sound like a TV show!)