When Darkness Arises - A Pair of Kings Fanfiction.

A/N - Well here is chapter three!

Anyway thanks for the review and for reading for the last chapter Wendy Pierce and I own nothing from Pair of King.

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What's going to happen now that Boomer and Brady are in trouble? Read more to find out! Beginning and scene descriptions by me, the dialogue and the rest by InsidePointPlace.

Chapter 3

The rest of the day carried on lazily. The people of the village went about on their usual business, their tongues slipping out juicy issues to whoever would listen. No one was concerned for their well-being; everyone kept rushing to join in the drama fest. Gossiping was the villagers favorite past time-they just couldn't get enough of it which was more a bad thing, then good.

Word of this news reached the castle and it did nothing to calm the nerves of the Makoola's.

Now people were saying such things as evil will rule and darkness will encase the island. They thought that whoever was the evil King (and this came from the minds of teenage girls-no surprise there) would be a much better ruler than the current Kings. They pictured him as a rather "hot" and devilish kind of King, like Satan himself, but in a relatively good way. Even worse, the people seemed perfectly fine with an evil leader who'll most likely bring the worst upon them.

The Makoola's were distraught; they didn't know what to do. The Kings were being as ignorant as ever, choosing to avoid the problem at hand and act as if were nothing (which was typical of them). Then there was the people of Kinkow-the oh so wonderful people- who were only supplying to the rumor mill and decided that they were going to make things better by continuing their rumors.

That particular afternoon, the villagers thought that it would be best to confirm their suspicions.

A crowd began forming at the gates of the castle. It consisted of eager villagers who were a bit too eager. Mason and a few other guards went to control the crowd but they were untamable. Everyone pushed and shoved for a spot at the front, for a glance at the Kings. Mason was already troubled enough that he could barely control the raging, enthusiastic people. He wanted them to go home, stay way, and stop letting all of those ridiculous ideas surface their minds and slip off of their tongues.

Where did they get all of those theories from anyway?

Two irresponsible and immature Kings and several crazy adventures that sometimes involved creatures of the dark side and ghosts and such, and people thought it was the end of the world. Also, the villagers don't have access to the Great Book. Might it have been the Elders, the wisest, most trusted and respected people who planted these ideas in the people's heads? If it was them, then it sure as heck explains why people are referring to a story that was said to be centuries old. As Mason pushed against the current of the crowd, he made a note to look it up in the Great Book later.

Fortunately for him, Mikayla was already two steps ahead.

It had only been a while after she read that one section. It could've been minutes, hours, or days-months even-since she read that now dreaded page. She couldn't get rid of that cold feeling that invested itself in her mind, her body. The people of Kinkow were crazy fools for only running on their thirst for gossip, but they weren't wrong. It was something she hated to admit, but it was true.

It was as true as the numb feeling that spread through her body. She lost the ability to move, to think, to do anything. A warm breeze blew in through the open castle door, but with the distant shouting of the people outside and the bitter thoughts that pervaded her mind, she didn't feel any better. She sunk deeper into the couch, wanting to neglect reality but she couldn't. The book lay there, right before her on the coffee table, open to the page she wished wasn't written-wasn't true.

She knew the rumors existed. She knew that it would happen but within that moment, she didn't want it to. Mikayla would've felt better knowing that it wasn't going to happen for years to come or that it had happened, but she knew that wishful thinking wasn't right in that situation. Being hopeful could only make things right when it was appropriate. This wasn't the appropriate time at all.

Someone can and will die, she let the harsh reality sink in. And you can't do anything to stop it.

Wiping furiously at the tears that began forming in her eyes, Mikayla decided that that was it. She wasn't going to sit around and let some stupid little prophecy make her feel awful. Even if the book stated specifically that no one was allowed to change what was written, Mikayla knew that she could still do something to contribute to it.

She was going to prepare the Kings for their fight even if one of them might not come out of it alive.

Brady didn't know what to think.

It was just that simple.

Firstly, Mikayla and Mason came into their room and told them about their ancestors. Then, Boomer choose not to believe it and decided to ignore the problem while Brady had to silently fight with himself on whether he should believe it or not. Finally, even if he didn't want to believe it, all the rumors were all over the castle and village so it wasn't as though he could choose to ignore it.

It was almost near impossible to not think about the story.

Keeping all these thoughts in his head was causing Brady to go a little crazy. Sure, it had only been a few hours since he and Boomer had learned of the story but it bothered him so greatly. Pacing back and forth in the Throne Room, Brady groaned in frustration. As he went, a harsher, unnerving thought, came to mind and the worst the thought, the harder he'd pull at his raven locks. Thinking was too much sometimes that it hurt!

"Hey Brady, I-" Boomer began as he descended the steps from their room to the Throne Room. He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the troubled look on Brady's face. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Boomer asked with worry.

"No! It's that stupid Evil King story Mikayla and Mason were telling us about," Brady explained, his handsome features mixed with emotions. "I can't shake off the feeling that what their saying is true. What if it is? Then one of us is really the Evil King! But then -" Brady began to rant only to be cut off by an annoyed Boomer.

Boomer grabbed his brother's shoulders and shook him rather violently as if doing so was the only way to knock some sense into Brady, "There is no Evil King! Snap out of it. I told you, we're going to do what we do with everything else-ignore it." Boomer finished with a strong determination.

"But it's not just Mikayla and Mason! It's the whole island. Candace was talking about it on her show and Lanny was walking through here mumbling about it earlier too," Brady argued as Boomer shook his head. Why was his brother been so stubborn about this?

"You mean sweet cousin Lanny believes it!?" Boomer asked in disbelief as Brady nodded. "You're just freaked out. I'm sure Lanny would never think about evil-he is too sweet-and Candace just likes gossip, that's it. There's no evil king." Boomer said simply.

"Oh yeah, and how do you know!?" Brady asked as he raised an eyebrow at his brother. His tone was challenging; he was daring Boomer to come up with a better explanation.

Boomer had an answer alright, but it wasn't the one Brady needed.

"I know this because I know these things," Boomer replied as he gestured to himself while Brady groaned. "People just freak over the smallest of things. Besides, if there really was an Evil King we would be seeing two twins moons, and guess what, there are no twin moons."

"I guess you're right," Brady sighed in defeat.

Boomer smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder in victory. "See, everything is fine, there's no Evil King," He reassured him.

"Hey guys,"

Both kings jumped at the voice, a similar scream of fright arising from both of them. Brady used his brother as support as he waited for his breath to even out and his heart beat to slow. Boomer on the other hand relaxed as soon as he saw the owner of the voice, but was slightly ticked off at said person.

It had been Mikayla Makoola herself.

"Good grief women; you nearly gave us a heart attack!" Brady exclaimed while glaring at Mikayla.

"Yeah, you think for being one sixteenth Sasquatch you'd make some kind of noise," Boomer agreed only to earn a look from Mikayla this time.

"Okay...Even though I'm feeling slightly insulted by that, I'm going to let it slide, just this once." Mikayla said, making the twins look at her in confusion. "Only because, I came to talk to you about an important issue." Mikayla continued as Brady frowned.

"I-It's not about the Evil King, is it?" Brady asked with slight worry, and Boomer glanced at him.

Didn't they just establish that there was no threat?

"Actually it is." Mikayla nodded.

Boomer was the one to groan this time.

"No! There's no Evil King and I just told Brady this! No Evil King and no need to talk about it!" Boomer exclaimed, flailing his arms wildly. His brother and best friend didn't understand that there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

"But it's important my King; I thought I could help prepare you for your fight." Mikayla stated. The Twins stared at her, but she continued nonetheless, "I figured if the story and prophecy was real, then you should at least get some help in training. I know the events might not turn out well, but I care about you guys; I want to help."

"Well, we don't need any." Boomer stated stubbornly before anyone could object. "You wanna know why!? Because there's no Evil King."

"My King," Mikayla began, placing her hands on her hips. She gave up several times on the kings before. This time, she wasn't going to let them ignore her. "I know you don't want to believe the rumors, and neither do I. But we need to be prepared in case something happens." Mikayla reasoned as Boomer shook his head.

Why he had to be so ignorant, Mikayla didn't know. He just made her job more difficult, but it wasn't like she was going to leave it at that. The cold feeling was there again, in the back of her mind and if she didn't get the Kings to follow through with her idea, she might as well be stuck with that bitter and uncomfortable feeling. They could die but she wasn't going to let them.

"Yeah, well no thanks! Now if you excuse me, I need to go clear my head." Boomer declared, dismissing himself from the conversation and storming (quite dramatically) out the castle doors.

Brady and Mikayla stood there, looking at one another as a silence came over them.

Brady was so confused. Mikayla and Mason claimed that it was in fact true and Mikayla said that she would personally train them, For what-their deaths? Mikayla might just be trying to help, or she most likely wanted them to die a less tragic and more heroic death. Whichever one it was, he didn't know. But he wanted to believe her-he wanted to trust her-because she was so alluring. Her words, her beauty, and her everything had got him hooked. Yet, with the problem at hand and Boomer being ignorant, he was so conflicted.

Then there was Mikayla who was fighting with herself. The rule on Kinkow was that prophecies couldn't be changed and they had to play out the way they're supposed to. But she didn't want it to. She couldn't let it end with a death and Kinkow to be in darkness for ages. She cared for the people, the Kings that she needed everything to be alright. And she was going to make sure it was going to be that way. She fought the cold feeling that threatened to overtake her body, the numbness that was so attractive. She couldn't let it win. She needed for things to go well.

The tension in the air was so strong and awkward; Brady decided to break it, "I'll go find him and try to talk to him." Brady explained as Mikayla nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Mikayla asked as Brady shook his head.

"Nah, it might be easier if I was the only one there." Brady told her.

With that, Brady turned and shuffled out of the Throne Room, going off to find his brother.

Mikayla didn't stay to watch him leave. She turned on her heels and went straight to her room, determination in her steps and an awful feeling in her body.

Finding Boomer was a lot harder than Brady expected it to be. After all, the island was so huge, and Boomer was only one person. Who knew where he could be? Brady had searched the many beach spots that lined the island and when there was no sign of his brother, he turned and continued to wonder the island.

An hour after searching the island, Brady finally came across Boomer who was at the edge of the light side, right near the dark side. The sun was to set in a few minutes and in the little light left of the day Brady could see the agitated look on his brother's face.

"Hey, Boom! You can't just storm off like, I've been looking for you for like-" Brady stopped as he began to think. "Like, let's see I left like twenty - no eight -for like ever." Brady complained as Boomer regarded him with a frown.

"Well sorry for not wanting to hear any of this Evil King nonsense! Gosh, I can't believe the people are dumb enough to come up with a story like that." Boomer sighed, collapsing on a nearby rock.

"The people!? Dude, the story is in the Great Book, I actually looked it up." Brady said.

Boomer looked at him in surprise. He studied his brother, "You read the Great Book!? When!?" Boomer asked with a serious tone. The Twins had a rule that there were certain things they couldn't do. One of those things included reading-which meant Brady broke it.

"Earlier, before you came down into the Throne Room and we had that conversation." Brady explained.

"So, I'm guessing that's why you were siding with the whole believing thing?" Boomer asked as Brady was the one who nodded this time.

"Um, one of the reasons, yes," Brady stated sheepishly, trying his best to avoid his brother's glare.

Boomer crossed his arms and cocked a hip, "Well I don't care what you say! I just don't want to believe it. You're my brother, my best friend! I don't know what I'd do without you bro! And now some story comes along, saying that one of us is going to have to kill the other; I just can't handle the thought." Boomer exclaimed as he frowned.

"I know Boom! And you don't think I can?" Brady questioned as he gestured to himself. "Look, I know we said we were going to ignore the problem, but we can't. Mikayla offered to help train us and I think we should do it. After all, even though we might have to fight one another, we need to be ready. Not just for us, but for whatever evil the island decides to throw at us from now until the Evil King."

Boomer was shocked. Brady didn't usually go around saying things like this. Was it the problem that made his brother more mature?

"I get what you're saying but I still don't believe there's an Evil King. I don't know why I don't like it, but I just don't believe there is one." Boomer explained. "I mean think about it; if there really was an Evil King; then there would be twin moons in the sky."

With that said, a silence came over the two boys. Brady moved to sit next to Boomer and the two continued to think about their situation. Still deep in thought, Brady looked towards the horizon, where the sun had finally sunk and night encased them. When a thought crossed his mind-one so very awful that it made his heart race and breathing slow-he glanced towards the sky where the moon should be.

Fortunately the moon was right there, visible and clear and bright, and not a second one was beside it. Then the clouds parted and disappeared and Brady was suddenly on his feet, face sweaty and palms clammy. His heart rate intensified, if that was even possible, and he couldn't breathe. His breath was caught in his throat, stuck there by an invisible but huge lump. He didn't feel so well.

It couldn't be happening, he tried to reassure himself. But he realized, horrifically, terribly, that it was happening.

Boomer was up and by Brady's side, his hand on his brother's shoulder in a comforting manner. He told Brady to relax, that everything was going to be fine. But his words fell upon death ears. When he asked Brady what was wrong, all his brother could do was point to the clear night sky.

The color in Boomer's face drowned as soon as he took sight of the moon. Or the two Twin moons, dare he say.

There, in the sky was not only one moon, but the two. Boomer suddenly felt cold, as if winter was close. He wondered if Brady could feel it too.

The Twin moons were present in the sky and they were dominant, frightening. The one on the left was the crystal clear color everyone was used to seeing but the one that was attached to it-the one that the Twin Kings wished so badly to not ever see again-was a blood red. Even worst, it looked as if someone had taken the blood from fallen warriors and smeared it against a once beautiful white moon.

Hesitant and terrified out of their right minds, the Kings exchanged similar looks. They took off running; fear the only emotion fueling them and one goal in mind: Defeat the Evil King.