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When Brady woke up, he screamed.

Don't get me wrong: this wasn't a nightmare. This was just one of those dreams that scared him, because they were including Kinkow, Boomer and some redhead in it. He was there and he heard every word clearly enough to understand what this was about. He only saw the redhead for a few seconds, but he could see Draven and Boomer interact as if he was watching a movie. He wished he could talk instead of seeing, listening and staying silent.

The prophecy disturbed him. First of all, he had no idea who Mutaku was, other than the drowning spirit mentioned in the prophecy. Also, what's up with the whole 'royal triplet' thing? Did they mean Lanny and did that Seer King just mistake them for a triplet, or did they have a triplet brother/sister? No, probably not – that idea was kind of far-fetched.

He screamed a second time when Paka ran into the room with a gun, ready to shoot at any threat he could find. When he was certain there was nobody in here that could harm the ex-King of Kinkow, he put down the gun.

"Where'd you get that?" Brady wanted to know. When Bill and Nancy had agreed to have Brady reside in Paka's apartment for his safety after the incident with Kaita on the island, he had no idea he'd jump in every time Brady was screaming. Yet, this was the first time he had ran in with a gun.

"In a store." Paka answered, "You were a King. You need the protection."

"I'm sorry, but I can take care of myself." Paka rose an eyebrow.

"Then why were you screaming?" Brady looked away from the former Tarantula. To be honest, he was afraid of the former Tarantula because of his previous conflict with the Tarantulas. He hadn't thought Tarantulas could be friendly, but at least Paka wasn't a Tarantula anymore, just as he wasn't a King anymore. Two people who left the island, but with different purposes.

"I had a nightmare," Brady muttered. Paka sighed.

"I know you want to grow up, so you gotta stop screaming whenever you have just a bad dream." Paka was about to leave the room when Brady explained himself.

"I can't help it. It was all so… real. I was there and Boomer, and some redhead. And there was also this ghost who said he was a king, a seer king or something." Those words, 'seer king', drew Paka's attention. He came closer to Brady.

"What did he say?" Brady was surprised with Paka's newfound interest in his 'bad dream'.

"I didn't really pay attention, but he did say something about a royal triplet which had to prevent something with a drowning spirit before the next full moon. But that's impossible, 'cause I only have one brother. Do you think he meant Lanny?" Paka shook his head.

"I don't think so," he said, thinking about the redhead he met when they were coming to visit Rebecca and tried to hide the bat medallion here. That didn't work out well. luckily for Brady, Paka knew which prophecy the Seer King had been talking about. The royal triplet brothers needed to defeat Mutaku. Paka had hoped they would have to do this when they were forty and old enough to actually know what to do, but now it was time to prevent this evil spirit from rising. He sighed – why couldn't he have waited some decades. "Brady, this is bad. We need to go back home." Brady frowned.

"Wait, back to Kinkow?" he asked, "No, that's impossible. I'm not ready yet. Like you said, I still have to mature a little more. I can't go there now!"

"You have no choice!" Paka said, "Pack your stuff and meet me at our front door. We're going to Kinkow by boat."

"Can you explain what's going on? Because I think I'm missing some info here." Paka sighed. It would be so much easier to explain what was going on. Yet, as a Tarantula, he was not to interfere with fate. He was only to watch it unfold and help the hero or villain whenever he truly needed it. Only the royals heard the prophecy, only the royals could stop the situation, and only the royals could figure out why and how Mutaku would rise. They might have had help in the past, but then they were under age. Now they have grown up (being mature is something different) and they were supposed to do it alone. Paka wanted to tell him everything he knew about Mutaku, but if he did, he might be killed by the island if he ever set foot on it again.

The island was a living thing. You just didn't mess with the island and the fate it gave you.

"I'm sorry, Brady, but I can't. you'll have to trust me with this. All I can say is that when you go back, you'll save Kinkow. If not, Kinkow will become the next Atlantis." He didn't specifically say the island would drown. Besides, he heard Brady say 'drowning spirit'. This didn't count as helping him, right? Not when he said that already.

"Fine. I'll be right behind you," Brady said as Paka left the room. When he was done packing his stuff and they were on their way to the port, he realized something.

"How will we ever get to Kinkow by boat?"