Hey guys, and welcome to the first chapter of Mutaku: the legend rises. I've always wanted to write a Brady returns fanfic, but not in the way it's usually done (I'm not insulting anyone, same goes for the trailer; I've read some of those stories and they were/are great and totally awesome). So I've added a villain just to make it more dramatical. And I'd like to thank you for your patience, since we're already two months after posting the trailer... And it might take more than a week or two before the next chapter's here because of school and other stories, but it will be updated. Anyway, let's just go to the review and then you can enjoy the first chapter.

Wendy Pierce: Well, I hope you're gonna love the story as much as you loved the trailer! Thanks for the review!

Vanessa: Here it is! I hope you like it. Thanks for reviewing!

Enjoy!

-Writer207

Boz and Boomer were wandering through the Dark Side. Or it could have also been the Light Side, as it was midnight.

The two kings were confused. Not only because they were alone, in the omnipresent darkness with someone always present in the shadows, without any protection from the guards or Makoolas, but they also couldn't remember why they went into the jungle at night time and how they got here.

"Boz, where are you taking me?" Boomer asked, frowning. How come his memory failed him right now? He knew his brain didn't work as well as it should when he should be sleeping, but such a big gap? He didn't know where on the island they were, nor how the heck they got there. Boz, who was walking in front of Boomer, stopped and turned around. He looked confused.

"You don't know where we're going? But I was following you!" Boomer looked at his triplet brother.

"You were walking in front of me! I was following you!" Boz simply shrugged and looked around, trying to find something familiar, some spot he's already been. He liked to wander through the jungle, he would most certainly find a spot he recognized. But despite his efforts, he couldn't find anything. Nothing looked familiar, everything looked the same: just a forgettable place in the jungle, presumably on the Dark Side for they barely went there.

Something was watching them.

Don't ask Boz how he knew – call it intuition instead. He quickly told Boomer, who then looked around like a madman, trying to find their stalker. It was very frightening, and also very annoying. They'd see a silhouette in the corner of their eyes, but when they turned their heads, nobody was there. branches were stepped on, leafs were walked by and never could the brothers see or take notice of their unknown, presumably evil stalker.

"Look!" Boomer said, pointing at a spot a few yards away. On a free branch hung a piece of clothing. Boomer walked closer ("Be careful!" Boz whispered) and then looked at it. It was a black mask, one that looked very familiar; he'd seen Brady wear it several times as the vigilante Sirocco. Boz didn't recognize it, but didn't ask about it – it probably had something to do with Brady.

Then, a ghost stood in front of them. The brothers screamed as loud as they could. They had encountered some ghosts in their lives, and this one didn't really look friendly. For a fraction of a second, it sounded like a third high-pitched scream yelled along with the two Kings, but Boomer couldn't be sure. The ghost just waited for them to be done shouting. When they were, he nodded at them.

"Welcome, Kings of Kinkow." He had a low voice – not as low as Mason's, though. There was a nice ring to it, sounded more pleasant to listen to.

"Who are you? And how do you know who we are?" Boz bluntly asked, and Boomer looked at him. Boz simply shrugged. "What? I'm just curious? He isn't gonna attack us – if he was evil, he would've already attacked us."

"That is true," said the ghost, who slightly bowed for the two Kings. "I am Draven Parker, nicknamed the Seer King. It means that I can see in the future." Boz and Boomer's mouth fell open.

"So you're like a prophet?" Boz asked, and the old ghost king nodded.

"Yes. I have made a lot of prophecies during my life. All of them came true. Some of these were fulfilled before my time, some of them came true during my life and there are still twenty to be fulfilled. And today is the day you learn about the prophecy." Boz and Boomer looked at each other. This prophet, their great-great-a lot more greats-grandfather, knew he had to tell them. Why did it feel they were going to be in so much trouble?

"Why does it have to be us?" Boomer asked, "Why not someone else? How do we even know it's about us?" Boz supported his brother with a well-placed 'Yeah!'. The Seer King wasn't impressed by the questions. In fact, he had expected them.

"All prophecies are about Kinkow and its King – or Kings, in your case. Now, listen carefully, because I am only going to say this once." He then looked away to an unspecified point in the distance. His voice got raspy and it looked like a green mist machine was turned on, making him look creepy in general.

"The legend of Mutaku will come to life. The drowning spirit must be stopped by the royal triplet before the next full moon. They will be daunted with each their own challenges: one by food, one by failure and one by injury. The she-devil will be defeated by the bravest of all, sharing the royal heritage." Then, king Draven stopped talking. The green mist disappeared and he looked at the boys with a smile. The two Kings were surprised to see the sudden change, and they memorized the words. They wouldn't forget this soon, because it seemed like they had heard them a thousand times and had memorized them already. They'd perfectly repeat the message at any time. But, something was still bothering Boz.

"That's it? No rhymes?" Boz immediately asked, slightly pissing the ghost off.

"Prophecies don't always have to rhyme," said the Seer King, "And please keep in mind you can't change a prophecy – everything you do will have consequences and like it or not, but it will come true." With these words, the ghost left, and Boz and Boomer watched him leave.

The next moment, they sat up in their beds. They looked at each other and only one glance was enough to know they've had the same dream and hadn't been imagining anything. Nobody came, so they didn't wake anyone up. It took them a long time before they decided to discuss it. It didn't take very long because they told each other they'd better leave it until the next morning, when they were well-rested and ready to continue discussing their theories about the dream.

They had no idea that, on the mainland, the triplet brother had witnessed everything from a safe distance, only watching Draven and Boomer, not seeing Boz at all.