The New Enemy Chapter 7

Brady sighed of relief, the balloon had to pass through a thunderstorm. It's been two days and he had shower since he left the hospital and the smell was reeking his nose. The lost king sat down, the sky was still grey and dark but it wasn't raining, and the best part was that there wasn't any lightning.

King Brady looked at his guitar case that was leaning against the inside of the basket. He hasn't played the guitar since he got back to Chicago. The guitar was like haunting him all of the times that he played at the Annual Harvest Festival, singing what he was thinking, and just playing it period. King Brady laughed at his old self, and reached over to and pulled the black case towards him.

The king lay the case on the floor of the basket and opened it. It his acoustic guitar that he played in the dungeon with the rocking prisoners. The smile was actually attached to the king's face, his fingers strummed the strings, his head nodding to the invisible beat of the kick drum, eyes closed feeling the rush go by him and the only thing that made him feel whole was back. And just in a few more hours, Brady had another whole new song.

"We're at the top of the world, we're at the top of the world, Yeah, yeah. We're at the top of the world." Brady softly sang, his fingers slid down the six strings and the runaway king rested his head against the basket and soon fell asleep.

Mikayla quickly walked to down the hallway, the guards and her dad was at the plaza waiting for the head guard give back their weapons, since this morning Mikayla been hiding from every one. She sighed as she walked into the kings' room her ears screaming for help. The kings were snoring and groaning and moaning.

"My kings?" Mikayla stared at the two, Brady's sleeping body in Boz's bed flashed before her eyes. Shaking her head, she walked up to the small space between the two beds.

"Waka-Waka." Knowing King Boomer's fear of the gaint bug that roams around the island.

"What! Mason! Mikayla!" The king sat up in his bed screaming the names that always help him and his brothers when they are in danger.

With Boomer's yelps for help, King Boz sat up in his bed when his eyes were finally opened with no sleep in them he looked at his brother and the head guard.

"King Boomer! King Boomer! Boomer!" Mikayla shouted at the still screaming Boomer. She put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him to get Boomer to stop screaming.

"There is no Waka-Waka bug, calm down." Mikayla calmly reassured her king when he finally stopped shouting her name and her father's.

"Oh, sorry." Boomer's face turned red as blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Wait it's tomorrow already?" Boz suddenly asked and Mikayla nodded, confused.

"What? We slept through the party?" Boomer and Boz let out a groan and flop back down on their beds.

"What? What party?"

"The party that you guys were planning for us! That's why you wanted us in our room!" Boomer explained what his brother had told him the other day.

"Wait-I didn't-" Mikayla stopped herself and faked a smile.

"We're still setting up, so stay here again. But I'm stay." Both brother kings sat up in their beds, staring at the only guard girl in disbelief.

"What?"

"I'm staying so you guys don't go down there!" The guard shook her head at her kings while they slowly nodded their heads.

"oh.."

"Now, if you excuse me, I need to go get your breakfast."

"Wait, we could get the royal cooks to bring it up here." King Boomer trying to stop Mikayla, but she kept on walking.

"It's fine, I'll get it." she rushed out of the room, hiding behind a wall before the pair of guards could walk by her and report her to Mason.

Brady woke up when the balloon was swaying a little too rough. He stood up and looked up at the sky, it was pitch black and lightening was seen in the distance. King Brady look down and saw the island Kinkou. He was home but how would he land?

Brady looked back up at the clouds then at the balloon, he grabbed the reins of the balloon and pulled it to the right, hoping the balloon would land on the light side of the crazy island.

"Come on, please mom and dad, please." Brady quietly pleaded to himself as the lightening started to appear randomly.

In a flash of light hit Brady's eyes and he blacked out, feeling the balloon go down towards the island. Hard.