Look I updated quickly! LOL. But seriously though, I'm glad that I was able to update so quickly. Though I had hoped to have the chapter finished on Wednesday so I could have posted it on my birthday but alas it did not happen.

But yeah. I'm 20! I find it a little sad that I'm 20 years old and I'm writing for a TV show that my 10 year niece watches. Worst part is I got her hooked on it too.

Anyways, last chapter I mentioned that I was going to incorporate the changes in the show into my story, and I will, but I ended up editing Chapter 2: fated to make it work and the edit will be mention in this chapter.

So, I've been told by a reviewer (your review is not shown because I made so I can moderate the reviews.) that and I quote "brakayla forever sucker! dont write trash like this! OC STINKS!" And for the reader then well I'm sorry that you feel that way, but it says in the summary that it is a Brady/OC story. I even said it in the author's note in the beginning of chapter 1. And you'll notice that most of my stories are OC based, I've mentioned in my profile. But I'm sorry that you don't like the story, but you don't have read it. No one was forcing you. But I do not take it lightly when someone calls my writing trash. Being told that makes me not want to continue, but I'm not going to let one reviewer, who can't appreciate someone trying something different, get me down. I like Brakayla. I think they would've been absolutely adorable together in the show.

Wow! I'm sorry for the rant. Hope no one thinks of me differently because of that.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will. Glad we got that out of the way.

training n. the education, instruction, or discipline of a person or thing that is being trained

Cameron woke up the next day, and her first thought was if King Brady was up for the morning. She shook her head, forcing the dark-eyed boy away from her mind. She couldn't think of him, because then her mind would wander to the whole prophecy thing. Mikayla's probably right, and I'm completely blowing this all out of proportion, she told herself as she got ready to meet Mikayla at the castle.

The two had decided to start training the King as soon as possible, but with everything that has happened she knew that things were going to be awkward between the four of them, especially between Brady and herself. The four of them had to figure out was going on, and why exactly this was happening, and why her? Why Brady? Hopefully, after training they could start looking for answers. She blew out a breath, hating that Mikayla and Boomer were being pulled into this mess, but she knew her cousin and she knew that she would never allow her to go through with this by herself, and she had the feeling that Boomer would be the same way with his brother.

"One day at a time." She said out loud to her reflection in the mirror as she dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, a white cotton tank top, a light weight gray hoodie, and simple tennis shoes. As she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, the dark locks casually falling over her shoulder, she walked into the kitchen

Her father was already up drinking a cup of coffee when she entered. He glanced up, and raised an eyebrow at the familiar clothing she wore to workout.

"Morning Cameron." He greeted his daughter as the conversation with The Elders came into mind once again.

If you separated them now you will be killing your daughter and the King.

He felt her press a kiss to his cheek, "Morning daddy." He sighed sadly to himself; his innocent and wild little girl wasn't so little anymore nor was she innocent and wild. Well…he trailed off mentally with a light chuckle.

"Are you spending the day with Mikayla?" He asked as he watched her make herself a quick breakfast of a fruit salad with yogurt and a glass of milk.

"We thought we would start the Kings on their training today." She said after swallowing a sip of her milk when she sat down

He tensed at the mention of the Kings, but he noticed that she was a little stiff as she spoke the words. Mentally he started worrying about her knowing about her destiny with King Brady, and he couldn't help the flinch that came at the word. But after a moment he reason with himself, and knew that she couldn't have known anything about that, so he calmed down slightly. He was, however, curious as to why she looked uncomfortable.

"Oh? What are you starting them on?" He asked inquisitively. He figured that the girls had some work on their hands with getting the Kings into the routine; grudgingly, he had to admit that King Brady looked like he already did some working out, so that most of the effort would be focused on King Boomer.

Cameron shrugged, "Just simple exercises for King Boomer right now. As for King Brady," Chris noticed how she paused, and thought of the King with a soft look in her eyes, "Mikayla told me that he goes for a run every other morning which is good, but that's about it. So, we'll have to think of something for him."

He nodded in agreement, but thought of something, "But when do you plan on starting them on hand-and-hand combat and with the swords."

"Not until their stamina has improved. Once they can handle the endurance than will start on all that. Though, from what I've heard King Brady is a natural with a sword without any previous training." Cameron said impressed as she bit into a piece of pineapple.

Chris nearly scoffed at the statement. "You'll want to double check for yourself." And she nodded her head.

She poked at the fruit with her fork, pushing it around in the bowl as she chewed on her upper lip thoughtfully.

Concerned, Chris placed his cup of coffee down, "Is everything okay?" He asked softly, startling her from her thoughts as her eyes shot up to meet his hazel gaze.

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, thinking over her answer, "Uh yeah. Still just a little sore from a couple of days, you know." She said unconvincingly as she gave him a small, false smile. Quickly finishing off her breakfast, she placed her dishes in the sink before giving her father another kiss on the cheek before leaving.

"I'll see you later." She threw over her shoulder as she made her way out of the house.

When the door closed behind her, she let out a breath, relieved that she got out of there before he started pushing what was really wrong. As she started her way to the castle, she let herself think about this potential prophecy scare.

She knew her dad and she knew her uncle, and if the two of them knew what was going on they would practically forbid it from happening despite that not being possible. If she wanted to make herself feel better, she could try to convince herself that her father didn't know anything, but she wasn't an idiot. He did know something. He had to after talking to The Elders of Revelations.

And that right there was their first question.

Why did they go to The Elders of Revelations in the first place?

She and Kind Brady hadn't done anything significant (save for the obvious dome experience) that really required seeking their council. The dome could have been explained as some young sorceress or sorcerer playing around during a lesson. But whatever they had found out worried them enough to go The Elders.

Shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she made a mental note to ask Mikayla exactly what she heard yesterday.

Her thoughts shifted to the 'future' she and King Brady had seen, and a small frown appeared on her face. There was something that had been in the back of her mind ever since they woke up, she didn't have time to really think about it yesterday seeing as they had more impressing matters at hand to worry about, but now that she was alone it crept into her head like a persistent annoyance.

There had been three thrones in the Throne Room, and when she and Brady had realized that they were married at first she thought that the seats were for Brady, Boomer and herself, but now she wasn't so sure. Just thinking that one of them were for her didn't feel right like she was intruding on something special, something sacred. Like a bond between…brothers.

Besides I'm going to need to be rested if your brothers are coming back.

Brothers.

As in plural.

As in more than one.

As the castle came into view, she began chewing on her upper lip again as she thought. If she was interpreting that correctly then it wasn't just Boomer and Brady, which meant that somewhere they had another brother, and at some point in the near future he'll arrive in Kinkow and rule the island with his brothers.

"You are correct young one." A familiar voice echoed in her head causing her to stop walking. Luckily she was off to the side of the road, so she wouldn't have anyone running into her.

"What the!" She yelped mentally startled at voice.

"Calm down child. There is nothing to worry about." The Old Man's voice soothed as she rolled her eyes.

"Cause talking to a voice that only you can hear is nothing to worry about." She said sarcastically causing him to chuckle. "Why are you here? Or not? Or whatever it is you are?"

"I am here child, in your head. I come when you and Il guerriero coraggioso are in need of assistance." He explained softly, and she was shocked that she could understand his use of another language.

The Brave Warrior.

That's what he had called Brady in their shared dream, but why?

"Because your Brady is The Brave Warrior, and you are his Other Half."

She blinked in confusion and at the light squirming in her stomach at him calling the King hers. "What do you mean his Other Half?" She asked almost afraid of the answer.

"You know that answer to that question child, but won't accept it until you are ready."

Again Cameron rolled her eyes, but she thought back to why he appeared in the first place, "You said I was correct."

"I did."

"So that means…"

"That The Brave Warrior and Brother of Strategy have one more to call family." Cameron felt air leave her lungs at the news. She was so focus on the news that she didn't pay attention as to what he had called Boomer.

They had another brother.

"Who is it?" She asked though she had the feeling he wouldn't tell her.

"Brother of the Wild." She could feel the irritation start to rise at him avoiding her questions.

"It is not his time to show yet. He will appear soon, but not until destiny demands it."

"Destiny? Is that what destiny is doing with Brady and me? Demanding, manipulating our lives to fit its preplanned mold." She argued as she felt tears form in her eyes, "Did destiny demand my mother's death at the hand of the Tarantula People? Did destiny demand me to witness? Did destiny demand my dad and his brother to have a shattered relationship after that? Did destiny demand to rip three brothers apart and allow them to miss the opportunity of being a family to each other? Did destiny demand-" She stopped suddenly feeling herself choking on a sob, and she started to breathe deeply, harshly to regain some of her control.

"Yes child. It did." It was such a simple answer to her rant that it had her at a loss for words.

It was quiet between them for a long moment, and as Cameron's breathing and control steadied she only had one question for him, "Why?"

"Because that is what destiny does."

She jumped when a hand fell onto her arm, whipping around; she forced the person to back into the wall with a small thud, and placed her arm over their throat.

"Cameron! It's me. It's Mikayla." Her cousin's soft, soothing voice penetrated her ears. She crashed back into reality harshly at the words, and her eyes finally focused on Mikayla's face filled with concern. Realizing the hold she had her cousin in, she shot off of her like she was burned, her expression filled with shame.

"Oh god Mik. I'm so sorry." She apologized with tears still in her eyes so close to falling now at the thought of her hurting her cousin.

"Hey. It's okay. I shouldn't have snuck up on you." Mikayla brushed the apology off as she focused on the distraught appearance on Cameron's face.

Quickly glancing around to see that some people had noticed the altercation, Mikayla gently grabbed onto Cameron's arm and pulled her smoothly to the castle. "Come on." She whispered softly into her ear.

The walk was quick, but they didn't stop in the quad or in the Throne Room as the headed up the stairs. It became clear as to where they were heading when they stopped in front of the door way, but didn't enter right away.

Mikayla turned to face her cousin, who looked like she was ready bolt any minute. "Now before we go in do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Cameron looked like she wasn't going to say anything before deciding against it, "Destiny sucks." She muttered to her with a sniffle.

Mikayla blinked having not expected the explanation. "Okay?" The confusion in her voice had Cameron chuckle as she cleared her throat.

Taking a deep breath she told her cousin that she would explain later, "It's a long story."

"Fine." Mikayla agreed after eyeing her for a moment.

The cousins walked into the Kings Room to find that they were both still asleep. Glancing at each other, they shared a devious smirk before Mikayla quickly stepped out of the room and rushed over to where she and her father lived in the castle.

As Cameron was waiting for Mikayla to return, the smirk that still resided on her face fell as she what she had learned came back. Her heart broke for the all three of the boys, even if she didn't know who the third brother was, they were denied the chance of being brothers.

The Brave Warrior, Brother of Strategy, and Brother of the Wild the three Kings of Kinkow.

Her eyes shifted between the two resting Kings and wondered how they would take the news that they had another brother.

She was broken out of her thoughts as Mikayla returned the objects she left for in her right hand. Another smirk was shared when she was handed one of them. The metal was cool against her heated palm.

They walked over to the Kings, standing back to back so that they were facing one of the Kings; Mikayla to Boomer and Cameron to Brady.

"On the count of three." Mikayla whispered as they brought the metal up their mouths.

"One."

"Two."

"Three." They whispered before taking a deep breath and blowing.

Two sharp piercing sounds echoed loudly in the room, startling the Kings awake frantically.

Boomer and Brady looked around wildly to find the disturbance though they weren't really taking anything in. As their pounding hearts calmed down and their focus came back to them, they heard the sound of laughter.

Brady looked over to the space between his and Boomer's bed, and saw that Cameron and Mikayla were nearly on the floor laughing. A glint of something caught his eye, and he noticed that a whistle was hanging from both Cameron and Mikayla's wrists. He quickly put two and two together, and realized that they had decided to wake them up. Albeit rudely.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came to as he and Cameron locked eyes. He felt his breath hitch at the bright emerald green irises. They were filled with laughter and happiness and they looked beautiful. She looked beautiful acting carefree and like there was nothing in the world for her to worry about.

"What on earth was that?!" Boomer yelled, unhappy that he was crudely awakened from his sleep.

"That my Kings," Mikayla paused as they started to calm down, "us starting your training."

"Wait? What training?" Brady asked apprehensively. The cousins, still giggling occasionally, straighten up, and gave them calculating smirks with their arms crossed over their chests.

And Boomer and Brady shared a looked that could only be described horror as dread filled their stomachs.

Twenty minutes later the brothers were standing in front of the cousins, anxiously waiting in the quad. Boomer had on a pair of black sweat pants, a green t-short with a cookie on it, and tennis shoes while Brady wore black basketball shorts, a gray muscle shirt, and white tennis shoes. All in all they looked ready for the training Mikayla and Cameron were planning.

They were anything but ready however.

Boomer kept shifting from one foot to the other, and was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt. His expression clearly showed his nervousness at the thought of exercising. He glanced over to his brother and was surprised to see that he looked clamed, if a little tense with the occasional twitch of his jaw. Looking back at the cousins, who were discussing something, kept glancing at them every so often. He did notice that every time Cameron glanced over, her eyes lingered on Brady. Hmm, curious…

Brady made sure to stare straight ahead, his arms crossed over his chest, his body tense though he hadn't decided if it was it was the anticipation of the workout or because of the green-eyed beauty with the calculating gleam in the burning gaze. It was both startling and worrying at how intense the attraction between him and Cameron was in such a short amount of time, but it was like he had known her for much longer than he had.

Movement out of the corner of his eye brought him back to focus, and he watched as Cameron walked towards them, and his eyes involuntarily roamed downwards taking in the curves and lines and muscles of her figure. The yoga pants she wore were hugging her, bringing his attention to the swell of her hips and down her long legs. Her hoodie was a little baggy but was zipped up half way and showing that the tank top was just as tight.

He tensed when she began to circle him and Boomer, her own eyes trailing down their bodies, and he felt a small wave a jealously as she looked over his brother. He nearly growled as she continued on looking. However, when her gaze moved to him, he hated that he felt satisfaction at her looking at him, especially when he noticed that she had lingered on his biceps. Almost subconsciously he flexed them, and he watched at her eyes sparked, and shot to his.

He smirked slightly, and she narrowed her eyes before a smirk of her own appeared on her lips, and he felt a small drop of jealous dread settle in his chest as she moved to stand next to Boomer.

"Brady, you'll go with Mikayla and Boomer will work with me."

He groaned in his head at his apparent stupidity.

I'm an idiot.

Christopher walked into the quad of the castle, hoping to talk to Mason, and was met with the sight of his daughter, niece, and the Kings. He felt a significant amount of relief when he saw that Cameron and King Brady were not working together, but instead that she was with Boomer showing him some stretches.

Looking over to Mikayla, he felt a gleeful smile form as he watched as she scolded him to keep up in crunches.

Feeling better than he had before, he continued walking to meet up with his brother.

He eventually found him in the Achieve Room pouring over some books.

"Brother." He said startling Mason, whose head shot up. Chris noticed that his brother hazel eyes were red rimmed and held a tired look. "How long have you been here?" He asked a small amount of concern reflecting in his tone.

"What time is it?" Mason's voice cracked from the lack of sleep.

"Almost nine in the morning."

"About twelve hours then."

His answer surprised Chris, "Twelve hou-why?"

Mason blew out a breath as he looked at the books, his eyes bouncing from the different pages as he spoke, "Because I know you're worried about Cameron, and I wanted to find out more about the prophecy."

Chris could only stand there stunned at the words.

"I-thank you." He ended up whispering as he made his way to the table Mason was at.

"You're welcome."

They sat there in a companionable silence.

"What did you find out?" Chris eventually asked.

Mason handed him a piece of paper, and Chris recognize his brother's hand writing.

"It's part of the prophecy. I was able to translate some of it with these texts."

Triplet Kings shall be reunited by the water
Set rule over the land of Kinkow
A King part of two sets;
Triplet Brothers
Twin Flames
He shall realize his true potential
His strength
His leadership
He will be needed when the time comes
His Other Half will return to the island
After death drove her away

Chris read the words one more time, his mind focusing on the last two lines.

"After death drove her away." He repeated quietly, and he missed the sympathetic look his brother gave him.

"So that means Melina's death and my stupidity was destiny playing its role?" Chris asked rhetorically.

"So it would seem." Mason said gently, not knowing how he would react.

"Destiny sucks." He said, unknowingly repeating his daughter's words from earlier.

Well? Love it? Hate it? Come on I can take it.

To the reviewer Codex, who wanted to know the prophecy, here's the first half. The second half will come up soon.

Reviews are loved.

-ARF