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Oliver's POV

After Mikayla left, I stood and started walking back to the castle, remembering all the good times I'd ever had with my best friends. If I really tried, I could even hear Lilly's laugh and Miley's snarky, accented voice, playing back in my head.

I guess I slowed down a little as I was doing that, because it took me forever to get back to the castle.

When I finally reached the plaza, I saw Lanny sneaking into the castle.

"Hey Lanny, what's up?" I asked him hesitantly. He kind of creeped me out.

He whirled around when he heard my voice. "King Brady! What are you- hi!"
I frowned. "Why were you sneaking?"

"Uhhhhh….." His eyes darted around nervously. "No reason! I like sneaking, it's fun, you should try it sometime, bye."
And with that he dashed off.

I shook my head. "That kid is just strange."

Something told me he and Rico would get along really well.

"Brady!"

I turned when I heard Boomer's voice yelling at me.

"Oh, hey Boomer. Need something?" I asked.

"I just wanted to hang out with my new bro!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, all right!"

"I'm sorry my kings, but I'm afraid there's no time for that," Mason said, coming into the plaza.

"Why not?" Boomer demanded, looking displeased.

Mason crossed his arms and looked as the two of us, hard. "I think you both need to step inside with me."

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"So what's up, Mason? What is so important that you must ruin our bro time to tell us about?" Boomer wanted to know as soon as the front doors closed behind us.

Mason turned to us, his expression stony. "The mummy is going to come back again. We don't have much time."

"But I thought the old Brady got rid of him!" Boomer squealed, looking scared.

Mason shook his head. "No. We only have a few days until he rises again."

"How do you know he's going to rise?" I asked.

"I was just on the dark side of the island and I heard the Tarantula People talking. Thankfully, I speak Tarantula and was able to decipher their conversation. The mummy's going to rise again, that I'm sure of."

"And when exactly is this going to happen?" I asked Mason.

"In exactly one hundred hours," he said.

"Very precise," I muttered.

"How do we stop him? With our king rings?" Boomer asked.

Mason nodded.

"Brady should probably test out his ring first, since he's never used it before," Mikayla said, coming down the stairs. I noticed her eyes were a little red but I didn't say anything.

Mason frowned as his daughter. "But Mikayla, he is a king of legend. Why wouldn't it work?"
"I'm not saying it won't work. I'm saying he should practice so that he's ready."

Her father nodded. "Good thinking, baby girl."

He pulled a gold ring with a red stone in it (I didn't even want to ask why he had it with him), and handed it to me. "Try it out."

"What do I do with it?" I asked.

"Here," Boomer said, putting on his own. "Let's lift the couch on three."

I put my ring right next to his. "Okay."

"One… Two….. Three!" Boomer counted.

I pushed all my energy into the ring.

Come on, I told it. Do as I say!

But the couch didn't move.

"Mason! What is wrong with out rings?" Boomer demanded.

"I don't know, my kings. Each of you try lifting the couch on your own."

Boomer nodded and light shot out of his ring, straight at the couch. It started to rise, and hovered about five feet off the ground.

Mason nodded. "Now Brady."

I concentrated, harder this time, trying to will the couch to rise.

But it didn't.

Mason shook his head in disbelief. "I don't know-"

"Maybe he isn't one of the kings of legend," Mikayla said.

Her father shook his head. "He has to be. Who else-"

"Maybe it was the old Brady all along?" Mikayla suggested.

"Baby girl, the doctors proved it. This is Brady."
"I know that, daddy. But I was just reading The Great Book and it said that the true kings of legend won't necessarily be kings by birth, or brothers by birth. Blood does't matter. The old Brady was raised as Brady Mitchel Parker, king of legend and king of Kinkow. That's who he is, no matter who he was born being."

He dad nodded. "That makes a lot of sense. I mean, the ring did work for the old Brady."

"Wait, are you going to switch us back?" I asked, hardly daring to hope.

Mason exchanged looks with his daughter. "We must, and quickly, before the mummy attacks."

"You okay with going back to being normal old Oliver Oken?" Mikayla asked me.

Okay? Okay? That's what I wanted more than anything! "Yeah, sure, that'd be fine," I said, trying to contain my excitement.

Mason pulled out a small black box-like device.

"What's that, daddy?" His daughter asked.

"I planted a tracker on Brady before he left," Mason said. He squinted at it. "He's in New York."

"On my tour!" I exclaimed.

"There's no way we can contact him there. And besides, he can't get back without a balloon," Mikayla said.

"Just send me there in a balloon. I can send him back and take over my tour from there," I said.

"But it's two days for you to get there and two days for him to get back," Mason informed me.

"That's four days. We have a hundred hours. We'll get back just in time," Mikayla said.

"So you must leave right away!" Mason told me.

"Works for me," I said.

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I climbed into the balloon and it immediately started to rise. "Bye! We'll see you again someday, I'm sure!" Mikayla called up to me.

"Yeah, of course. Have a nice trip!" Boomer yelled.

"Bye, you guys! It was nice getting to know you! I'll send Brady back as soon as I can!" I yelled down to them. "It's all going to be good!"

I watched Kinkow disappear below me. I was going home. Well, I wasn't going to Malibu right now. But soon I'd be reunited with my family and best friends, and I'd be back in Malibu as soon as my tour was done.

I smiled. These two days couldn't pass fast enough for me.

Ohh, they're gonna be switched back! Will Brady be able to save Kinkow? Please review and tell me what you think! BTW, this story is almost over.