I am going to stop complaining about my writer's block, and instead I'm going to tell you I am so grateful you're patient with me. I already told you I won't abandon the stories, so I'll just hope you like this chapter, even if still is rather short. And now, let's review the review:

Wendy Pierce: Thanks for your review! What'll happen now? Now Boz is going to be meeting Sirocco.

Enjoy!

-Writer207

Boz wandered off on purpose.

He wanted to be along for an unknown amount of time. He needed the time to think about everything that happened the last couple of days. He started with the prophecy. There had to be three Parker boys, and one of them was the bravest of them all. Boz sincerely hoped he'd be the bravest, so he can prove he was meant to be a king and then Kinkow had no choice but to accept him as one of the Kings of Legend. He continued with everything else, ending with the Tarantula tribe asking for protection against the villain mentioned in the prophecy.

Unfortunately, during his walk he encountered four lonely Tarantulas. And unlike the Tarantula tribe he met today, these four were willing to hurt the royal family to get the protection they desperately needed.

As soon as they came into view, both he and the Tarantulas stopped in their tracks. They stared at each other for a long time before jumping into action. Boz tried to figure out whether these Tarantulas were friendly or not. In the meantime, the four men tried to calculate their chances of fighting and overwhelming the king. They did not need to communicate to understand what the others were thinking.

Everything happened at once. Just as the Tarantulas charged towards him, he turned around and ran away. This, however, didn't last long, as Boz stumbled over the root of a random tree and fell on the ground. The four soon caught up on him, surrounding him by the time he stood up. There was no escape from the four Tarantulas.

"Stop it right there!" shouted someone with a ridiculous accent. Boz and the four turned to the source of the voice and saw a young man in black and red. There was a black piece of fabric covering his eyes - though still visible - and he didn't exactly look familiar to the king. "Release the redhead or you will regret it!"

The Tarantulas weren't impressed by the newcomer with the stupid costume. Two of them charged at Sirocco, while Boz was left to fight the other two. Since the two royals didn't have any weapons, they only could use their wit and their skills in one-to-one combat. The man in black and red wasn't the best fighter - he did have the skills, but not the experience - but he did do his best and his determination was enough to pull him through.

Soon, all Tarantulas were lying on the ground, knocked out by either the man in black and red or the redheaded king.

"Thanks for the help," Boz said and he shook the young man's hand.

"The pleasure is all mine," replied the man. Boz rose an eyebrow. What's up with the accent? He knew it certainly wasn't Kinkowian, but it sounded like it was a mix of a French accent with... something else. Boz was sure it was made-up. The man was about to leave, but Boz stopped him.

"Just one more question: who are you?" The man turned around, with a look in his eyes saying he couldn't believe the young redhead.

"Seriously? You have no idea who I am?" Boz shook his head, and the man groaned. "If you ever are going to tell someone of what happened here, you should add that Sirocco has returned." Sirocco ran away, leaving Boz behind. He was surprised because of the mystery man named Sirocco, and the help he offered. Then, he remembered it was an old Kinkowian word.

"Hot wind? Who would want to be called 'hot wind'?"