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FLASHBACK →

Back on the dark side of Kinkow, Brady finally stood up. He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I?" He asked himself, alone in the dark side. "I... Can't remember anything," Brady added. He walked a few steps, still confused and dazed from the fall. He tried to recall what happened before he fell. He then froze.

Brady had amnesia.

Chapter Two – Findings of the Dark Side

Brady's hair was dishevelled and his clothes were mucked up with soil from the ground. He had been unconscious in the dark side for around ten hours. Little pieces of dead leaves were plastered to his clothing. Brady rolled his eyes, and then wiped them off. The only thing Brady could remember was simple and little vocabulary and the name of some objects in everyday life.

He found his own backpack and, not knowing it was originally his, he picked it up and carried it behind his back, then started to walk around the wilderness to find someone to interact with.

Back in the castle, the elders and the shaman left, leaving Boomer, the Makoolas and Lanny in the throne room. Other than the footsteps of the royal staffers and the happily dancing Lanny, the room was completely silent.

"Stop dancing, Lanny." Boomer demanded. "If you're trying to cheer me up, it won't work."

"Oh," Lanny stopped dancing and smirked. He was thankful that the kings were dumb enough not to realise that he hates them, otherwise Boomer would be screaming at him now. He escaped to the plaza, leaving the scene.

Boomer stood up. "I'm gonna go to my room," he informed the Makoolas. "I need to clear my head." He then barged into his room, still angered and sad by Brady's sudden leave.

Boomer entered his bedroom. He looked around for a little while, before walking to the antique vase. "I'm sorry, Vasey." He whispered, before throwing it onto the ground, the vase turning into a few dozen pieces. Boomer sighed, and then sat on his bed. He had no mood to do anything right now, especially after your brother was gone. He cherished Brady. He was the best brother a guy could ever have, and Boomer would always feel lonely without him, even if he doesn't show it much whenever he's alone. If Brady wouldn't come back, Boomer just hoped that he would have a safe journey back to Chicago.

Brady wandered in the jungle. He seemed to have lost his way in the dense trees. For about an hour, he had been in the dark side, looking for signs of safety. He continued walking, turning a random direction at any junction he reaches. "Is it always... Dark here?" Brady thought, obviously not knowing where he was, and where he was going. Finally, after two minutes worth more of walking, he finally found the light side.

As he stepped on the light side, he winced. The separation of the dark side and the light side tickled him. He giggled, before his face turned serious. The tickle reminded him of something, but he didn't know what. He looked behind him, and taking a few steps forward with his head not turning, he tripped. On air.

"Aaaah!" He screamed. Luckily, he manage to catch his balance and stand right back up, not like the original Brady he was. "Yeah!" He danced a little, before heading off to finish his purpose.

"Man, I miss Brady." Mikayla sighed to herself, sitting in front of her desk. She had nothing to do now as her guard shift starts in an hour. She started recalling all the unforgettable memories she had with Brady.

"I, uh, I guess I owe you an apology." Brady said awkwardly, while I tied Sabrina's hands behind her back with a jungle vine. "You know, if I would have just listened to your warning about Sabrina in the first place, none of this would have happened." He continued, feeling guilty. I stared at him, feeling sorry for him. "I'm sorry." He finished off. "Thanks," I smiled at him. I was about to leave the place, until Brady spoke up again. "Oh and by the way, blue." "Excuse me?" I questioned, turning to face him. "That's your favorite color. I'm gonna start paying attention to you, and not just how you look.." "That would be a nice change." "And your smell." Brady added, leaning in to me. I pushed him away with my left hand. "You're capable of growth," I sighed, having enough of Brady's flirting.

"This is scary. I'm glad we're holding hands." Brady breathed, sweating. "Because we're tied to the same tree," I reminded him. Both of us were caught by the Tarantula People and they supposedly tied us almost arm-to-arm to a tree. Brady turned his head to me. "It still counts."

"I know why you're doing all these extreme stuff." I told Brady. "You do?" He nervously asked. "Yes, it's obvious." "Okay, you're saying this because I can't." "You wanna be like Tristan." "From the moment I met you." "Wut?" "What?!" Brady stared at me with a shocked look on his face."Uh, you nailed it! Haha, man crush. Everybody loves that guy. Even you're crazy about him." "Crazy about him? Please, he's so not my type." I scoffed. "So you're not that into him?" "No, and I don't know why you try to hard to be like him. You've got great qualities of your own." "I'm listening," Brady said in a small voice. "You're funny and genuine. And if you look past your fear of everything on this island, you're actually really brave." I finished. "I mean, look at you up here, safe with me." I added. "Thanks," he smiled.

"Get a hold of yourself, Mikayla." Mikayla said to herself sternly. She sighed again. Her life wouldn't be the same without Brady. Without his usual flirting, the pranks by his brother and himself, the trouble caused by him, etc. She took out her diary from her usual hiding place, and then started to write an entry.

'Dear diary,' she wrote. 'Today is the worst day ever. Brady left Kinkow, probably because he heard the conversation Candace and I had last night. I'm having my guard shift in 20 minutes and I feel so lonely without him. Maybe I like him...' She continued writing, feeling sluggerish as she wrote the dreadful words. She then used her pen to lazily scribble messily around the whole page. She muttered, before closing her diary with her pen on top of it, leaving it on her desk and got ready for her guard shift.

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