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No One's POV

As the warrior fell, the kings quickly caught him before noticing he was unconscious and that his wound had stopped bleeding. King Boomer and King Boz stared down at the fallen warrior in horror before glancing at each other, knowing what they had to do. There was a mutual feeling between the two telling them that even though this boy had just saved their lives, there was something else about him that was terribly important. The kings couldn't describe it, but they both knew they had to help this boy.

Together the brothers carefully lifted the fallen warrior, trying not to move him too much in case it would aggravate his wound and cause it to start bleeding again. The kings then carefully balanced the boy's weight between them before slowly making their way back to the castle, taking care not to drop the boy or run him into anything.

Once they reached the castle they found Mason standing there. When he noticed the kings though, he stared at them in astonishment for a moment before rushing over to help them with the boy. Mason carefully took the boy from the kings in order to carry him to one of the guest rooms. Boomer and Boz followed closely behind Mason as he began walking farther into the castle. Together the trio walked into an empty room before Mason laid the boy down on the bed. He then turned to the kings.

"Stay here your majesties. I'm going to get the Shaman." The kings nodded, unable to speak because of shock from the events happening. Mason then rushed out of the room in a hurry to find the Shaman. The two kings then turned to the stranger's bed, unsure on what they should be doing. Together the brothers watched the stranger for any sign of movement or if he was still ok. The only sign that he was alive was his chest rising up and down slowly in deep breaths.

A few minutes later the Shaman walked into the room, Mason and Mikayla following close behind him. Mikayla gasped quietly upon seeing the figure, recognizing him instantly. The others took no notice of this though. The Shaman walked over to the bed and slowly removed the boy's jacket, trying not to aggravate the wound. However, gasps filled the room when the boy's hood was removed. "Brady." Boomer and Boz whispered almost inaudibly. The runaway king was deathly pale. Everyone watched as the Shaman slowly cleaned the wound on Brady's chest, a long cut that ran from his collarbone to his bellybutton. The Shaman then began to stich Brady's wound. Even though he was unconscious Brady let out a small moan of pain as the Shaman neared the end of the wound. After he finished the stiches, the Shaman wrapped Brady's chest with a white bandage that wrapped around his body. (Kind of like a mummy.)

The Shaman continued to bandage up Brady while everyone looked at each other in shock, Mikayla not meeting any of their eyes, her eyes instead trained on the unconscious boy king in front of her. "No." Mikayla whispered quietly as she walked over to Brady and took his hand in her own. "Please don't leave us Brady." Mikayla whispered to the king, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "He will wake up Mikayla. I promise." Mikayla looked up at the two kings next to her before giving them a watery a smile, her eyes returning to Brady. "I hope so."

Brady POV

"Where am I?" I questioned as I walked around an unfamiliar part of the jungle. "Brady, my boy!" I spun around to find my parents standing there. "Mom? Dad? Where are we?" I walked over to my parents, unsure of what was going on. "We're in your dream Brady." My dad replied. "My dream? I don't remember falling asleep." I looked at my parents, extremely confused. "Of course you don't remember sweetie. You didn't fall asleep. You became unconscious after you passed out from the wound given to you by that evil Tarantula Person. That's all." As soon as my mom mentioned my wound, my chest began to hurt. It hurt for a moment before it felt as if there was something being wrapped around me.

"What's going on?" I looked at my parents, fear beginning to course through me. "Calm down Brady. Nothing's going to hurt you. Someone is taking care of you wound." I nodded my head, relieved before I realized what that meant. "But that means that my jacket is off and whoever is helping me can see who I am!" I exclaimed, remembering that I had passed out in front of Boomer and Boz. "Don't worry Brady. It is time for you to show yourself to your brothers. The final battle is coming a lot sooner then you know." MY parents each placed a comforting hand on my shoulders. I slowly nodded my head.

"You are going to have to help train your brothers. Be careful my son." My dad hugged me before backing up. I then turned to my mom. "It's time for you to go back Brady. Good luck my boy." My mom hugged me as well before backing up to stand next to my father. "Good bye for now Brady." My parents waved good-bye to me as I rushed forward. "Wait! Don't leave me!"

My eyes flashed open. I was lying in an unfamiliar bed and I was sweating. There were white bandages wrapped around my chest and my jacket was nowhere to be seen. I internally panicked for a moment before realizing there was no one else in the room. I was about to sit up and try to escape before the door knob turned and the door began to open. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.

"Is he awake yet?" Boz's voice filled my ears. "No, not yet. The shaman thinks he will wake up soon, but even he's not sure. The wound was pretty bad. It almost cut to the bone." The voice of an angel came next, answering Boz's question. Mikayla. "How long is soon?" Boomer cried out next. "We don't know." Mason responded this time with a small sigh. I cracked open my eyes wide enough so I could see them but they couldn't see I was awake. Mason, Boomer, Mikayla, Boz, Lanny, Indigo, and the Shaman were all surrounding my bed.

"Wait. I think he's awake. He isn't breathing as deep as before." The Shaman observed. Uh oh! My thoughts raced as I tried to figure out a way to fool them for a little bit longer. "Brady, are you awake?" Mikayla's beautiful voice brought me from my thoughts. Might as well show myself now. I internally sighed before slowly opening my eyes. I tried to sit up but winced when I did.

"You are going to be sore for a few days. That was a pretty nasty wound you had." The Shaman spoke up from beside me. I nodded my head in response. "How are you feeling bro?" My gaze shifted to my brothers who were staring at me with worry etched on their faces. "My chest hurts some but that's all." I spoke quietly, trying to look anywhere but their faces. "Where did you disappear to Brady? We searched all of Kinkow for you but there were no traces anywhere." Boomer's voice caught my attention. I glanced at Lanny, silently asking for him to explain.

"Brady was helping me out on Lanada for a while. He was actually training my guards. Since the elders asked him to leave, I let Brady come stay on Lanada and become the head guard as long as he trained my guards." Lanny explained what had happened to everyone who didn't already know. "So that means that was you the day that Mikayla and I visited Lanada?" Mason turned to me. I nodded my head in response.

"Wait a minute, were you the one who pinned me to the wall because you didn't want me to take off your hood?" Boz spoke up next. I nodded, a small smiled beginning to show. "And you mysteriously disappeared, not to mention you were the one who was with Mikayla when you met us on the beach earlier!" Boomer exclaimed. "Did you not want your hood taken off because you were afraid of showing yourself to us?" Boz continued. I nodded my head to answer Boz's question.

"Are you guys upset?" I spoke quietly, unsure of how I should act towards my brothers. I mean, I did just come back into their lives after vanishing for about a week. "Upset? Of course not! As long as you're here and ok we're happy!" Boomer exclaimed as he and Boz both sat down on either side of me. I smiled at my brothers.

"Do you guys mind helping me up?" I questioned as I tried to sit up again. My brothers nodded before each grabbing one of my arms and helping me sit up. I winced slightly but was finally able to sit on the bed instead of having to lay down on it. "So Brady, why did you hide from us? You know we could have convinced the elders to let you stay if you gave us more time." I sighed as Boomer asked the dreaded question.

I shifted nervously before glancing at Indigo since she was the only other one who knew about what was coming. Indigo nodded towards me encouragingly. "This isn't about just the elders. You see, before I came back to Kinkow, I began having visions dreams again, except this time it wasn't about the mummy or the Tarantula People. This time, our parents appeared in my dream. They warned me that something was coming to Kinkow, and it was big, but they didn't tell me what. All they told me was that I had to come back to help you guys or else you would be killed." Everyone stared at me in wonder and amazement as I took a breath and continued.

"When our parents visited my dream, they also told me that I couldn't tell anyone I was here. I was supposed to be hiding and camping in the jungle until the time was right. Your finding of me was a complete accident. You guys were never supposed to find me. It was an accident that it happened at all." I spoke while glancing at Mikayla, who in turn looked away from my gaze.

"Finally, when I was unconscious, just now, our parents came again and told me that I had to tell you guys that whatever this evil is, it's coming soon and we have to prepare. This isn't like Kalaki. This is much bigger." I finished speaking before glancing at all of the faces surrounding me. Everyone, except for Indigo of course, had looks of shock and slight fear on their faces, some faces with slightly more fear then others. Boomer and Boz, for example, looked terrified.

"Our parents told me that we need to start training you two for the final battle." I shifted my gaze between Boomer and Boz, taking in their expressions. Boomer had a look of slight fear on his face, having faced Kalaki before helping to calm him nerves. Boz however was a totally different story. He seemed scared, anxious, and curious all at the same time like he was scared of what was coming and didn't know when he needed to be ready, but he was curious of what was coming. I couldn't blame him though. I was curious myself about whatever was coming.

"So we have to learn to fight, like in fight school?" Boomer spoke from beside me. I nodded my head. "You two need to learn to fight and be able to defend yourselves. I can help with your training too. While I was in Chicago I learned how to fight, but my techniques are different than the ones here."

"Oh no, you aren't going to be fighting for a while King Brady. We can't risk you ripping your stiches." The Shaman spoke up. I shifted my gaze to him. "Are you sure there isn't another way I can heal faster? I have to help." The Shaman shook his head. "You can move around a little tomorrow but for now, you're confined to this bed." I sighed. "Yes sir." The Shaman nodded before turning to Mason and handing him a bottle. "Give him this every two hours for the pain and always have someone with him in case something happens. Be sure to alert me if one of the stitches rip or if the painkillers don't work." Mason nodded before he and the Shaman left the room.

Boomer and Boz then turned to me. "Hey Brady, we're going to get some lunch. Do you want us to bring you something back?" I shook my head. "No thanks guys, I'm good." My brothers nodded before hopping off the bed and walking out of the room, leaving Mikayla and I alone. Mikayla walked over to the bed and sat down beside me before leaning her head on my shoulder. We both sat there in silence for a few moments, neither one of us sure on what to say.

"I thought I lost you. When your brothers brought you in and the Shaman took off your jacket, you were so pale and then when I was able to see your wound, it looked like it had cut too deep. You were lucky the Tarantula Person didn't cut any deeper or else we really would have lost you." I shifted my gaze to Mikayla to find her looking at me with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Kayla. I couldn't leave Boomer and Boz by themselves though, not just because I know they can't defend themselves well, but because they're my brothers. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they were killed or even hurt when I could have done something to prevent it." I slowly caressed Mikayla's cheek before wrapping my arms around her in a hug, taking caution to not aggravate my injury.

Mikayla sighed quietly as she wrapped her arms around me as well. "It's ok Brady. I understand. I would feel the same way if I had any siblings." I smiled slightly as I buried my face into her hair, happy that I had my girl with me. "Brady?" Mikayla interrupted our comfortable silence. "Hmm?" I responded back quietly.

"I never got to finish what I was saying earlier." I pulled away from Mikayla slightly to look at her, confused on what she meant. "I love-" We were interrupted by the door swinging open and slamming into the wall. "You have got to be kidding me." Mikayla growled under her breath. I turned my head to see Mason standing in the doorway.

"Mikayla, I need you to finish your guard shift. You left early because I called you but you need to go finish now. Besides, King Brady needs to get some rest." Mikayla sighed. "Alright daddy, I'll be downstairs in a minute." Mason nodded before turning around and walking away. Mikayla turned to me. "I'm sorry Brady. I promise I'll come see you later." I nodded my head before Mikayla leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips. She then leaned towards my ear. "I love you." Mikayla whispered before she backed up and climbed off the bed. I stared after her as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She loves me. She really loves me! I sighed happily as I laid down, intent on getting some rest. My chest was beginning to hurt some, but it wasn't to the point that I needed painkillers or anything. I slowly drifted off to sleep, Mikayla appearing in my dreams. She loves me.

? POV

I watched as my best Tarantula guards walked up to me without their leader. "Sir, the mission failed. We were attacked by a mysterious warrior. He used techniques we have not seen before to wound our leader, almost fatally. We were barely able to save him." I nodded. "Bring me your leader." The warriors nodded before parting to allow two guards through who were carrying their leader. The two warriors laid the Head Tarantula Person on the ground before I hopped off my throne and walked over to examine the wounds. I silently looked over the warrior before realizing the wounds had been made using a tactic I haven't seen before in all of my life. The tactic was different than those of the Kinkowian warriors. I smirked as I realized what this meant.

"He's back."

Done! The last POV was a slight intro of the bad guy! What do you guys think of him? Thanks for reading! Once again, happy 12/12/12!

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