The New Enemy Chapter 8
Mikayla sat on the couch, staring at the twin kings in amuse, confusion, and disbelief. The kings would throwing their bananas at each other, laughing and giggling like little girls on their first sleepover. She was in a trance that she didn't even hear the triplet brothers calling her name.
"Mikayla!" Boz and Boomer screamed at the only girl guard.
Mikayla shook her head and blink a few times, and stared up at the kings. She was about to say something but her father had barged into the room with the jungle boys behind him.
"My kings! The elders are coming here." Mason rushed over to the kings, not noticing his daughter who has to missing since this morning.
"Why are they coming? We didn't do anything." The kings royal dressers came in, carrying their light and dark blue clothes and robes.
"Let's hope so, have any of you seen Mikyala?" Mikayla playfully rolled her eyes at her father and stood up in front of him.
"Daddy, I'm right here."
"Mikayla where is our machetes? The elders are coming and you know how they feel about the kings." Mason walked over to the pool table and began to rack the balls while the royal dressers pulled King Boomer into the bathroom.
"Daddy, the elders and the kings always meet in the throne room. Why are you racking the pool balls?" Mason stopped himself and sighed.
"I'm just stressed out, baby girl. Where is our machetes? I told you to bring mine back today. And where is are the others?"
"I'll go get them, don't follow just wait until the elders are here."
"Go! I'll help the dressers-"
"No! Don't!" Mikayla shouted making Boz, the jungle boys, and her father stare at her in amazement.
"Why not?" Mason placed his hand on his belt, remembering that his machete is not by his side.
"Because-because…the royal dressers are not needed right now, the kings can dress themselves." This made the ape king's mouth drop the floor.
"What? I can't-"
Mikayla gave King Boz a deathly look, with a sweet smile. King Boz shut his mouth and nodded at the royal dressers who left his robe and clothing on the bed and bowed before leaving the crowed room.
"See?" Mikayla gestured at King Boomer who walked out putting on his robe.
"Mikayla? What's going on? It's like you don't trust the staff."
"What? please, of course I do!." The guard stared at her father's unconvinced face and let out a fake laugh.
"Oh come on, dad! I have to trust the staff." Mikayla's father still didn't seem to believe his daughter.
"Go! The elders are coming! What are we still standing around here? Kings are safe! Let's go!" Mikayla turned away from her father, she felt like screaming the whole island that she had a dream and Brady told her to do three things.
The guards walked out of the room with the royal advisor and the head guard behind them. As the group of guards were walking downstairs, Mikayla slipped away from the others when they had came into the throne room. She needed to hide for now, just until the elders come. The guard walked right under her bedroom window, she hid in the shadows, as multiple guards walked back and forth, making sure the outside of the castle was safe for the elders and kings.
The runaway king groaned. He must have hit his head because it was pounding like someone in his head banging on a door. His legs weren't feeling so pleasant either, it felt like someone ran over his legs thousands of times, he guessed that his feet were somewhat broken, because when he wanted take his shoes off with his feet, he could only move his toes.
Brady sighed in defeat and finally opened his eyes, and was quickly attacked by the bright sun's rays. He shielded his eyes with his hand. (even if felt like a bunch of needles were piecing his arm, hand, and fingers) After getting used to the sunlight, he moved his arm back to its position that it was before he had woken up. Brady turned his head side to side, looking at his surroundings.
He figured that he would on dirt, in the middle of the forest and would see trees and bushes and hear the crazy animals things that lived on the beautiful island. But he didn't see any trees or bushes, the dirt felt softer and more relaxing, his fingers slipped right through them. He grabbed a fistful, ignoring the pain that shot from his fingers to his shoulder, it was cool and soil was somewhat hard to get a fistful. But what scared him the most that the sound of water, water that moving. It wasn't a waterfall, no, the water would be more louder. The sound of the water was like it was hitting on something. And then his brain knew where he was.
"Beach." The word slip out of his lips as he smiled and closed his eyes. There wouldn't many beaches near the apartment and if Brady could make a list of things that he missed from Kinkow, Shedder and Paradise beach would be on the top 10.
"Boys, the kid king is awake. Welcome back, King Brady." That heavy accented voice, made his eyes open and his smile grow bigger.
Mikayla watched as the guards soon and slowly started to disappear on their patrol. Finally, Mikayla walked out of the shadow and ran for the plaza. The elders were here, or coming to the castle. Once she was at the plaza, out a breathe but no sweat was glistening on her forehead, she saw that her dad was brushing off something on the King Boomer's shoulder, while speaking to them. Slowly, Mikayla approached her friends and father.
"Mikayla! There you are! Come on, the elders are entering." Mason was right the second after those words left his lips, the double doors opened and the funny, feathered, long, old, wrinkled elders walked in with worry.
"Good morning." Mikayla slightly bowed and the elders nod at her.
"We need to speak to the kings, the royal advisor and the head guard in private." The head of the elders, who is the Shaman and the judge got right to the point.
"Right this way." Mason quickly opened the door to the throne and everyone but the guards walked in.
Both of the kings sat down on the throne's arm rest, staring at the elders, scared. Mason stood behind them smiling nervously and Mikayla stood near the hidden vault.
"We have terrible news, the dark side is growing rapidly for the past week." The Shaman held onto his large walking cane as he shifted the weight of his body to one foot to the other.