The New Enemy Chapter 11
"Hey, where's your machete?" That was the first thing, Brady notice about the guard.
"Oh, Mikayla took them away to the machete sharpener, she still didn't give it back to us." The guard got up from his position and saw the king's face drop.
"Ok, can you get Mikayla and my brothers down here, and Mason, please?" The word 'please' shocked the guard, since he never in his life that he knew the kings that they never said 'please' to the staff.
"Yes, your highness." With another bow that guard walked into the castle, Brady turned around when he felt someone tap him in the lower back.
"Thanks for keeping my bags and bring them here." Brady gave his friend a faint smile and crouch down to his level.
"No problem, boss man, hey, you want to surf with Hibachi and his boys later?" The dwarf like person stuck his thumb towards himself and his group of friends behind him who helped bring King Brady's bags.
"What about tomorrow morning?" The king stood up and looked down, keeping the eye contact with Hibachi.
"Sure, kid King Brady." They both nodded their heads at each other, indicating that the plans to go to the beach was set.
"Brady?" One very surprise voice and one relieved voice made the king twirl around and face his old friends.
"Hi, uh." He whipped around again, and put his hand out to Skeg.
"Thanks man. See you guys tomorrow morning." Skeg slapped his hands with Brady, then nodded. The three guys that was part of the Hibachi's boys slapped hands with Brady before leaving, pushing and laughing. After saying goodbye to his friends, Brady turned back around and put on a warm, friendly smile.
"Hey." He slid his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans and slightly rocked back and forth on his heels.
Boomer took one look of his brother. Brady had cut his hair, the bangs that he used to swap away was gone now his hair was standing up on his head. His brother got taller and buffer. His clothes that used to be colorful was now, black, all black. But when Boomer's eyes landed on his feet, he saw Brady's favorite pair of shoes on and he knew that collecting shoes was still one of Brady's favorite hobbies. Brady had changed…Boomer just didn't know if it was for the good or for the bad.
"What the hell are you doing here?" that was the question, Boomer asked his missing brother that had returned to his home. But his tone was not happy or joking, it was anger and frustration. Which made Brady took a small step back and his smile slightly go down.
"Well….uh….it's kinda a long story. And maybe weird." He mumbled the last part of the sentence. Brady looked at his brother who look liked he was going to run him over with a tractor. His eyes shifted to Mikayla, begging her to help him.
The guard girl looked between the brothers then back at Brady who was still begging her, she sighed and stepped in front of Boomer, stopping him from marching up to the other king and punching him right in the face.
"Can't we just listen to his reasons? After that we can decide whether to kick him out or let him stay." Mikayla whispered, stepping slightly back to give King Boomer some space to think.
Boomer looked at Brady who still had that smile on his face. Then his eyes darted to Mikayla who was waiting for his rely.
"Fine." With that the king turned around and marched into the throne room with his other brother following after him.
The guard turned to her king and waited for him yell out to the other guards to get his bags. But it never happened because, Brady's hands took a hold of the handles and pulled the heavy bags up in the air.
"Thanks, Mikayla…" the king trailed off, leaving the youngest Makoola to wonder if he wanted to say more but changed his mind.
With a nod and a gesture for him to go first, Brady and Mikayla walked into the throne room where, Boomer and Boz sat on the arm rests of the throne. Mikayla walked over and stood besides the new king who was looking at Brady.
Boz stared at his other brother, he didn't look like Boomer, Brady didn't look like him. He was taller than Boomer, a little buff than himself and Boomer. His hair wasn't fiery red like his, it was smooth black. But the only thing that seem to be the same between the three of them were their eyes. It was chestnut brown, big and every brother had these eyes.
The third brother sat back, scared to introduce himself to his other brother. But he didn't have to, Brady set down his bags and stood in front of his triplet brothers, and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Brady, you must be Boz our triplet brother." He put out his hand for Boz to shake but instead of shaking his hand the new king pulled Brady into a brotherly hug.
"Ok…" Brady said while wrapping his arms around his brother and pulled away from Boz to smile and pat his shoulder.
"It's so awesome to meet you, bro. Wait, can I call you that?" the new king asked the returning king to make sure that Brady didn't feel uncomfortable about him calling him 'Bro'
"It's fine, we're brothers, right?" Brady nodded and Boz nodded and smiled before everything turned serious again.
"Why are you back, Brady?" Boomer got right to point, his arms crossed over his chest, looking seriously mad at his brother.