Welcome to the next chapter! (I'm so sorry for the long wait!) I was too buys with other stories that also need finishing, but I promise I will never let it take this long again to update. As for Three Kings of Legends, I hope to finish a chapter soon. It all depends on what I write the next days and if I've got inspiration. But for now, let's go to the reviews and this next chapter:

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-Writer207

Brady and Mikayla dragged Boz to the safety of the closest house in the area. If there was reception in the jungle, Mikayla would've sent her father a text to warn him about the most recent events. She also tried to talk to Brady, but he was too caught up in his own thoughts. Mutaku just had done something unforgivable – she had possessed Lanny and was slowly killing his soul, keeping the nearly-empty body all for herself.

Oh, and she hurt Boz, too.

Not that Brady didn't care about what happened to Boz. After everything that happened, he just could only think about Mutaku as the source of all their problems. Nobody deserved this, not even Boz and Lanny. The weight of the kingdom had shifted from Boomer and Boz' shoulders to his. And right now, the weight was becoming too heavy for him to carry.

"Mikayla, can we take a break?" he managed to say. He and Mikayla had been carrying the wounded King back to the castle, to Morris Kalooka-Kahn. Brady wasn't in any shape to be carrying his brother (seriously, why did his brother have to weigh so much?) and soon had been puffing and hoping they would soon reach the castle. However, he knew they wouldn't reach it without having to take a few breaks.

Mikayla looked to her side and noticed Brady's face had nearly turned tomato red from the effort. She sighed.

"Five minutes," as soon as she spoke these words, Brady dropped to the ground, leaving Mikayla to carry Boz on her own. She put the King down gently, so she too wouldn't have to carry him for these five minutes. However, she didn't sit down – instead, she chose to keep standing while both brothers lay on the ground.

"I can't do this," Brady then said after a minute of silence, "I can't take care of the kingdom."

"Of course you can," Mikayla said, walking a little closer to him. She still believed in her old friend, her ex-King. It was hard to see that same ex-King had lost faith in the island. She then sat down next to him. "You're one of the Kings of Legend. You–"

"I'm not," Brady interrupted her. "I'm not one of the Kings of Legends. That's Boz and Boomer. But that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Mikayla asked. Brady sat up and looked at her. He sighed and then started to explain what worried him.

"I've been thinking," he said, not sure how to go on and explain. Yet, as he continued to talk, the words came out way faster and much easier. "The prophecy mentions how each of us would be challenged and, you know, give that she-devil the chance to actually sink the island. It doesn't really specify whether we'll defeat her before or after she'll do it. Food, failure and injury. Boomer's obviously been taken down by food, though it was a glass of water that did it… anyway, that was Boomer's part. Boz believed he'd be the one to be a failure to the island, but look at him! He's in no state of fighting or doing something! He's badly injured. So Boomer's the food, Boz is the injury. There's only one option left for me."

Mikayla already felt where this was going. "Brady…"

"I'm going to fail, Mikayla," Brady said, "I don't know what or who I'm going to fail, or what I do or won't do, but I am sure that I will be a failure. I won't be able to save my island." He fell silent. Mikayla looked away from him. So that's what was bothering – that he was unable to save his island. Not much later, Mikayla talked to him.

"Maybe you don't have to fail the island," she suggested, "Maybe you fail to carry Boz to the castle. Or you fail to choose the right breakfast, or the right clothes. It doesn't actually have something to do with you failing the island." Brady smirked.

"Was that an attempt to cheer me up?" He turned his head to Mikayla. She was glad to see the smile, how faint it may have been, on his face; glad to see Brady hadn't completely given up on his goofy, less serious side yet. She nodded.

"That too," she replied, "Now let's go. We've still got a long way to go and Boz needs the medical attention."

"I'll try not to fail," Brady then said with a faint smile on his face. They both stood up and went over to Boz. With renewed energy and motivation, Brady and Mikayla picked up their King and carried him with them to the castle. And on their way there, Brady didn't fail to bring Boz home. Then, he wondered in what situation he'd fail.

Mason looked up when Brady, Boz and Mikayla finally got home. He had expected them to visit Boomer way earlier, but they hadn't. He had expected them to walk in, finally finding a reason to stop fighting, but they hadn't. Instead, he watched Brady and Mikayla drag the second King into the Kinkow infirmary.

"What happened?" Mason immediately asked, taking the King and handing him to two guards (telling them they had to bring him to Morris) so Brady and Mikayla could take a break and explain what happened.

"It's Mutaku," Mikayla started talking because she knew Brady probably didn't want to talk about it, "She's chosen Lanny as a host. He did that to Boz." Mason nodded. So Mutaku had found herself a host. This was bad news. It also meant that Mason had no choice but to take Lanny's life, if the little guy didn't have enough willpower to push her out eventually. He turned his head.

"Mikayla, warn the guards. We're going to Mount Spew and stop her before she can drown the island." Mikayla nodded and they both were on the verge of leaving the room when Brady said something.

"Cool," he said, "when do we leave?" Mason and Mikayla stopped and looked at each other. Then, Mason walked closer to Brady. The teen had nearly forgotten how intimidating Mason could be, even if he wasn't even trying right now.

"Brady, you can't come with us," he said, "If we don't succeed and Boz and Boomer don't immediately wake up, we need you to take their place and pick up the pieces." As offended as can be, Brady crossed his arms and tried to glare at Mason with an intimidating look.

"Oh, so now I'm the spare King, just like Boz before I left?" Mason looked like he would have rather avoided this topic for as long as possible. Yet, Brady has brought it up in this conversation and he couldn't do anything but reply with the truth.

"Boz never was the spare King."

"And yet it was him who got washed off of the boat." Brady replied, still glaring at the Sasquatch. The silence between the two did not remain there for long. Mason sighed.

"I'm sorry, Brady, but you have to stay here." that was his final decision. He then walked out of the room. Mikayla watched her father leave s Brady was talking.

"But I want to," then he realized Mason wouldn't listen anyway, "Okay, I may have messed up in the past, but if I come with you, I promise I won't be in your way!" he started yelling louder and louder, hoping Mason would eventually hear him. Yet, the head guard didn't come back. Mikayla walked closer to him.

"Maybe it's better if you stay here," she said, and Brady stared at her with disbelief, "This kind of work isn't meant for Kings. It's something the guards and vigilantes can take care of." Was she serious? He was a king! He knew what dangers they were going to face! Sure, he wouldn't be able to kill Lanny if the chance ever presented itself, but that didn't mean he'd be completely useless.

The thought of the part he played according to the prophecy still lingered in the back of his head, though it didn't bother him as much as it did in the jungle. He'd fail anyway. And after he's done that, he'd try to save his island and rescue his people.

"Vigilantes?" he repeated. He had heard that word before, but he forgot what it meant. Mikayla looked at him with a look that said are you for real?

"Yes, vigilantes," Mikayla said, really emphasizing the word, "They can be quite helpful. Like Sirocco – I wouldn't mind seeing him there."

"Oh!" Was Brady's reaction. He didn't get what this was about until Mikayla mentioned his hero alter ego, which apparently he could also start calling his vigilante alter ego. That did sound better than hero in this situation anyway. "Now you mention it, yes, maybe I do have to stay here. Also, when you meet Sirocco, he might need a kiss of good luck." He grinned at her, both knowing what he meant by that. even after all those years, he still wanted just one or more kisses from his crush.

"He doesn't need a kiss of goood luck." She replied and Brady stopped grinning. Mikayla looked behind her, because she didn't want her father to find out who Sirocco is yet. "We don't wait for you – once you're dressed, you're gonna have to find your way yourself. You've been there countless times, it won't be too hard." Then, Mikayla left. Brady was left on his own.

He didn't give Mikayla a head start. He didn't even visit Boz – after carrying him all the way to this place he didn't really want to see him right now. Besides, he was treated by the best doctor on the entire island. There really was no reason to visit him right now. Instead, he went straight to the castle to search for his Sirocco costume. He had forgotten where he'd put it. But once he found it, Sirocco would go to Mount Spew to assist the guards in taking down that ancient spirit.