Hey, guys! As you've noticed, this is a story which I update more often than TKoL, but these chapters also aren't as long as those in TKoL. I can already tell you this story will count around 25 chapters. Also, I'm so sorry for the "late" update; I was having a little writer's block, and the same goes for TKoL. It's pssile that one will be updated end June, thanks to exams coming closer and me having to study. My stories will be updated, don't worry. And now, let's respond to the review:

Wendy Pierce: Thanks for your review! Yeah, Lanny will surely find himself in trouble. Not soon, though. I hope you like this short chapter!

Enjoy!

-Writer207

You could actually travel to Kinkow by boat. It's a well-kept secret that native Kinkowians could travel to the mainland and back home. Nobody ever bothered to tell the Kings about it, and nobody ever bothered to tell anyone about it. It was like the public secret of the 'peasants'. Not even Lanny knew about being able to take a ship to the mainland.

Paka stepped off the boat with a big smile. After so many years, he was back home. Not that he didn't like Chicago, but he just was afraid to be discovered by a former tribe member or current tribe member. They'd recognize him without a doubt. He still was smiling, and it became even brighter when Brady got off the boat.

Brady was not amused. First of all, he still needed more time to mature. Second of all, he disagreed with Paka about the fact that people were going to recognize him. he'd been long gone and people would not recognize him. But Paka insisted that Brady should wear a wig and talk with an accent. So now Brady set foot on Kinkow wearing a blonde wig and having to talk with a British accent. At least he could choose which accent he could talk in.

While they were walking towards the village, Brady stopped when he heard Paka laugh. He folded his arms and stared at him. Okay, Brady being blonde just didn't seem right, but did he have to laugh?

"Okay, what's so funny?" He purposely didn't speak with the accent he had to talk with. It wasn't like he was going to use it. Only when Paka told someone Brady was a cousin from Great Britain, he'd use it.

"I'm sorry, Brady. I shouldn't laugh. Now, c'mon. Let's move it." But Brady remained standing. He wasn't going anywhere now.

"No, I'm not going. Not until I can put the wig away." Paka sighed. He knew Brady would not want to do this, but he had no choice. "Why do I have to wear a wig anyway? They don't now I'm coming back, might as well surprise them."

"That's why you wear that mask." Brady frowned. "They will recognize you otherwise. We need to keep you as a wildcard. I know this because I know the prophecy. Trust me, in your case, it's not good to show them you're back." That's it. Brady's had it with Paka. First, he refused to talk during the drive to the port. Then, he refused to talk while they were on the water. Now, he won't tell Brady all the details while he needed to know what he was supposed to do.

"Wait, it isn't?" Brady asked, sarcasm clearly audible in his voice. "Man, you should really tell me the rules because you're just a former Tarantula Person and I'm a king." He accused the man. Paka did not flinch and only raised an eyebrow.

"You were a king. You gave up the throne, remember?" He said in response, and Brady shook his head. He grabbed the blonde hair and pulled the wig off of his head. He grabbed his backpack and then walked off of the path, into the jungle.

"Brady! Come back!" Paka shouted and walked after him. when Brady noticed this, he started to run. He ran so fast Paka could not keep up with him. He blindly ran through the jungle, past the trees and bushes, ignoring everything and everyone around him. Only when he was sure there was enough space between him and Rebecca's dad, he stopped running.

Brady looked around. He looked at the Waka Waka flying by, completely ignoring the wingless one. The trees were nice, looked better than the trees in Chicago. This place was different than Chicago. Everything was perfectly in place. Everything was in perfect harmony.

He was home, finally.

He took the backpack and opened it. There were only few things he packed when he left Paka's apartment in a hurry. This costume was one of those few things, along with some food and enough water to survive before he had reached the source with water that didn't taste like the salty sea water. He was sure Kinkow would allow that.

He took the black with red costume out of his backpack, and changed his clothes. The ones he was wearing when he left Chicago were put in the backpack and for now, he'd be living as the person only two people knew personally. To others, he simply was the Kinkowian Robin Hood ho gave them their money back.

He would live as Sirocco.