(A/N: I don't believe it. I simply do not believe it. It's… It's not comprehensible.

You are probably wondering what I'm talking about, so I'll tell you. Make sure that you grab something nearby and hold on tightly to it so that you don't break something during your fit of happiness.

Mitchel Musso, the one and only, is returning, in all his glory, to Pair. Of. Kings. Through we are with King Boz, and the Brakayla everybody's been waiting is finally going to happen. Yes, you heard that right. Mitchel/Brady is returning, and celebration is at hand! Anyway, now that you know this, I'll continue on with the story.)

-''Who are you?'' Brady asked skeptically as he eyed the robed stranger in front of him. He was of average length, maybe somewhat taller, and he seemed to be of a very athletic build. His robes concealed pretty much his entire appearance, but there were a few details that Brady could make out. One of which was the three inch scar running horizontally across his chin. Brady kept his distance, Mikayla just beside him. The disarmed guards were standing in a half circle around him. Their machetes were buried deep into a nearby door. Mason had kept his machete, but wasn't in the mood to use it, seeing as he had no idea what more tricks this stranger could have up his sleeve.

-''Relax. I'm not here to harm you.'' The robed man spoke up, but Brady didn't seem to tense down at all. Still keeping his distance, Brady decided that it was time to ask some questions.

-''Who are you?'' He asked cautiously, not sure if this man's intentions was as friendly as he said they were. The man in robes held his ground.

-''Like I said, my name is Greyson. I come from a… Place close to yours, but still far away.'' Greyson said in a certain tone that put Brady on a slight edge. It was a tone that practically said ''danger'', as if the man was truly hiding something. Brady kept his skepticism active while making an almost unnoticeable gesture with one of his hands. It was a message to the guards, saying that they should be ready to attack. Or defend, depending on whose point of view it was sawn from. Apparently, Greyson didn't notice it.

-''I come with a message, King Brady.'' Greyson said, spreading his arms slightly, emphasizing the apparent importance in this so called ''message''. The hood that covered all his face gave him a very mysterious look, something Brady thought was picked right out from a movie or book or anything of the liking. Brady stepped backwards a little, feeling uneasy about what this stranger was about to say.

-''I'm not at all certain that you know this, but there is actually a parallel world of Kinkow, which could be described as a negative version of this world. These two words are connected with a very strong cord of life, and it is this very cord that keeps the two worlds alive. Break the cord, and you'll also kill both islands, along with anything that lives on it.'' Greyson explained in a matter-of-factly voice, using his hands to form the picture of two things being connected by some magical cord. Slowly, Brady's naturally skeptical barriers lowered, and he dropped his tense aura. This seemed to somehow carry one to everyone else that was listening as well. Mason and Mikayla who were standing by hadn't said a single word ever since the two, the messenger and the king had started talking, but now them seemed more relaxed as well. Mason's hand still rested near the handle of his machete, though.

-''What is your message, then?'' Brady then asked, his voice not giving away the faint odor of curiosity within him. Greyson seemed to remain as neutral as he had been throughout this whole conversation.

Greyson then reached up with his hands to somewhere above his head, his finger gently gripping the hoodie concealing the bigger part of his face. With one nimble pull, the hoodie fell down behind his neck, settling neatly on the higher back of his back.

Greyson was, or at least looked, very young, possibly not older than Brady. With green eyes, the man, or maybe boy, was someone would call a ''chick magnet''. He had short black hair, done in a fashion similar to Brady's, and his skin was a nice tone of tan white. The only thing that went against the thought of him being young was the three inch long scar that ran across his chin. Other than that, he didn't look much older than Brady himself.

-''I live in the other world, and I have travelled through a very difficult path to get here. I've come to deliver the message about the Cord of Life. During all these years of the existence of these two worlds, the Cord has been worn out. Of course, the risk of it breaking hadn't been close to hanging over the heads of your ancestors, but because of evil forces, namely Zadoc, Kalakai and a few that I will not mention here, the Cord has taken excessive damage. Damage beyond what it is meant to endure. Legend has it that there were creatures living on Kinkow and its otherworldly version long before your first ancestors came there, and from a few old scraps of various books and letters we have found, it seems that the Cord of Life was about to break when they lived there during that time.'' When Greyson saw that Brady was about to ask a question, he added something very quick, as if had read the young king's mind.

-''Don't bother asking how they knew about the Cord, or that knowledge is beyond even us. The only thing we know about that department is how to strengthen the Cord. But it will be no easy task. Lives will be put on the stake, and many sacrifices will need be made.'' Brady felt a strange feeling sting on the inside, as if talking about sacrifices made him feel uncomfortable. Trying not to focus on the feeling, Brady asked an important question.

-''I think I understand. How much time do we have to restore the Cord's condition before it gets destroyed?'' He asked, unease creeping up on him as he then saw Greyson's troubled face expression. That was the first sign of emotion he had shown ever since he had come to Kinkow. Brady patiently awaited the answer, absentmindedly noticing that he had subconsciously stepped closer to the young messenger while they had spoken.

-''That is where things get difficult, King Brady.'' Greyson replied. ''We have studied the energy that is remaining in the Cord, but it is not precise enough to tell us how much energy there actually is left. It is only a brief guess, only nibbling around the edges of it, but I'd say anything from a few weeks' time up to half a year.'' Brady nodded as he took the information in, the feeling of unease inside him turning into that of slight panic, along with helplessness. Even if he had turned more mature after saving Mikayla's life with his own life.

-''Then how do we restore the Cord?'' He finally asked, placing his arms over his chest in the motion he did when he thought deeply about something. Greyson's troubled expression disappeared and was replaced with that of a thinking one.

-''There wasn't anything of use in the old writings we found…'' Greyson trailed off as he saw Brady's face go pale. He laughed and then continued. ''But we did find a set of runic-like inscriptions on one of the walls of our natural caves. Part of it was damaged, but the sections we managed to translate gave understandable texts which were all about the Cord of Life. The one thing we didn't know, however, was that you needed something in order to power the Cord. From what we have understood so far, is that the scripts said something about ''One thing must die so that others may live''. We haven't fully understood the meaning of it as of now, but they are working on its meaning as we speak.'' Greyson explained as all three important persons of Kinkow listened to what he said. The upper part of Mason's face transformed into a frown which pretty much said ''Huh?'' But Mikayla and Brady weren't taking it much better. Of course, the king tried to make the best of the situation.

-''How long will it take for them to translate the whole script, Greyson?'' Brady decided to call the messenger by his name, as to eliminate any remaining feeling of discomfort and uneasy in the atmosphere. Greyson realized the king's intention and smiled.

-''Don't worry, King Brady.'' He said with a light chuckle in his voice. ''Our translators are professional. They work quickly and efficiently. There is no need to panic.'' Brady raised an eyebrow as if heavily question the statement. Then, to lighten up the mood a bit, he decided to show a sliver of his playful side, cracking a joke.

-''The last time I heard someone say that, he got slapped by a Kinkowian Naiad. Broke his cheek and was sent to hospital.'' Pretty much everyone around laughed at the joke including Greyson himself. When the laughing dispersed, things got serious again.

-''You said you passed through a very difficult path to here…'' Brady asked, earning a confirming nod from the messenger. ''Can you take us to that passageway? So that we may see your world? I've never considered the possibility of a parallel world before. '' A worried frown then danced across Greyson's face, returning a little bit of the discomfort.

-''I'm… Afraid not, King Brady.'' Greyson said formally while shaking his head vigorously. ''The forces that affect the mind would kill you, without a doubt. In order to receive to mental power needed, you'll need to go through a few… ''Tests'', so to speak. But we will not focus on this right now. Now, you need to prepare for all this. I know it's a lot to take in at once, but please. You must save our worlds. Restore the Cord of Life, so that we might live on.'' Greyson then turned into almost the way a kind of priest would. He then raised a hand in salutation, saying ''I will leave now'' before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Brady, along with pretty much everyone else in the vicinity just stared at the spot where he had stood.

A sound from somewhere behind him startled Brady as he wheeled about, facing his rear. There stood his brother, looking as if he had just awoken.

-''What did I miss?''

(A/N: Sorry for short chapter. Next one will be longer. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing and favouriting and such, Goodbye.)