Here's next chapter, fellas! Ain't that big, but it's enough to explain what I want explained to you. For those reading TKoL, it'll also be updated within these days. A new character is introduced, but he's pretty important. Please be patient with me if you want a next update, and I hope you guys like this update.

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-Writer207

A few months later

At the other side of the Island, in an isolated buiding at the very edge of the Light Side, one man around forty was rotting away in his cell in Kinkow Prison, on the edge of the Dark Side, placed still on the light . He had untidy long black curling hair, and grey eyes. Once, they would look optimistically in this world, but ever since he committed the crime that got him there, or what he actually wanted to do but didn't get the chance to, they weren't as innocent and optimistic as they used to be. Now they were emotionless.

How did he actually got himself into prison? He'd done nothing wrong, really. Was it that bad to try to kill the King and Queen of Kinkow, parents of the triplet princes, and those triplets as well? He knew the King and Queen personally, just as the King's younger sister, and really didn't like them – he had some respect for the King's sister, though. Wow, what was that a woman!

It happened just after his wife announced she was pregnant again. They already had a one-year-old son, a lovely boy, and now she was pregnant of another. If she only knew what he was planning to do, she could've stopped him. She could've pleaded him not to do it. But, because a younger and hairier Mason Makoola was around, he didn't succeed. Instead, he was taken away immediately, because it wasn't safe to keep him in the dungeons, not knowing his wife and sons' fate further on. He even didn't know how his youngest son was called. And he could, after all those years, still remember the day he left as if it happened yesterday…

Flashback

The man walked up to the door, calling something to his wife. "Lydia, I'm off to town. I'll be home at sunset."

Then, his wife Lydia came in. She looked like almost any other islander. Long dark hair, accompanied with brown eyes, and she was actually small for someone of her age. She carried their son with her, as he was still unable to walk. It could happen any day now, though. His name was Rean.

The man smiled as he approached his small family. They could all live happy when he was done. Well, they already lived the life, but not as much as Kermen expected. After the Royal Family was gone, they would be happier than they ever were.

"Kermen," Lydia began, "I have to tell you something." He stopped smiling. Lydia sounded serious. Too serious. There was only one time she sounded this serious and that was when… oh God…

"Kermen, I'm pregnant" she announced. Kermen smiled and laughed. Rean was getting a younger… well, he didn't knew what it was going to be, but Rean would become an older brother. Hopefully the best older brother ever. Not like Kermen's, or even Lydia's, who got all credit of what she has achieved. Lydia should've taken the credit, not that idiot of a brother of hers.

"That's great!" Kermen managed to say, "And I thought you dated someone else the previous six months, and that you were getting fat!"

"Watch your words, Forned! You know who you're talking to! And it's going to be a boy," Lydia said, the beginning very stern, but in the end the caring woman Kermen married, "And do you remember the deal?" The man laughed when he heard this.

"Off course I remember! You get to choose the name of our second child. Think about it, then I'll go to the village. I'll be home in a couple of hours" Kermen said, wanting to get his plan into action. Lydia blocked the door, however.

"What are you doing there?"

"Going to the butcher's and stuff. It's my turn to go and get food this time, you went previous week. Besides, if we don't do it, who else would? We can't send Rean to the butcher's, can we?" Kermen said with a smile, and Lydia let him go. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the chambers of the King, Queen and triplet-princes.

Few hours later…

The sun had already set when he sneaked through the halls of the castle. He'd practiced a lot with the guards, and especially this Mason, from who he'd heard had a daughter. Ha! The very last of a long line of Makoolas was finally there, and her name was Mikayla. And, of course, that couldn't just have been the princess. Killing one infant is a lot easier than three baby Parker boys.

He knew the king and queen were off to one of the other islands – he believed it was Mindu or Lakuna – for a peace treaty and were ruling Kinkow from there, trusting Mason to take care of the island. The young triplet should be in their beds in the King room, which would be for either Boz, Brady or Maverick when they grew up. He entered it, not making any sound, and looked over to the royal triplets, who weren't asleep yet. The three stared at the newcomer.

"What are you cute boys. Oh, so sad you won't ever see the light again when I'm done with you. So, which one of you goes first? Any volunteers?" he asked them. Then, the black-haired baby opened its eyes wider and looked straight in Kermen's. The man started to smile.

"Look at you," he began, "you remind me of my little boy, Rean… you know, I might kill you as last, Brady!" Then, suddenly, the redhead began to cry. And soon, Maverick followed. Then, after realizing something bad was going to happen, Brady also began to cry.

"Hey, keep it quiet – it might get you killed, you lads," he laughed. If this was working, he was going to be… he could barely think of the consequences, both if he didn't succeed or when he did. The knife almost hit one of the babies, one of them, he didn't care, when the door broke open. Kermen turned around and saw Mason standing there with his ridiculous fro, and a lot of guards. They were all pointing their machetes at him, and Kermen smiled again, throwing the knife to the ground, hands up in the air. The guards looked at him, confused.

"It's not what you think it is," Kermen said, not even trying to look not guilty.

"You tried to kill the triplet princes… Kermen, how could you?" Mason could say, and Kermen could only smile with the words of the Makoola – seriously, everything he said or did was as ridiculous as his fro.

"In that case, yes, it is what you think it is. It was quite easy, you know. Just take a knife, and try to push it in their hearts, and they're done for. You should try it, it's very easy." Mason shook his head.

"Why would you? They're…" Kermen interrupted him before he could finish; he didn't want to hear it.

"Don't even bother saying, Mason, I know what they are. I only wanted a better life for me and my family."

"Better than the one you live now?" Mason didn't get it. He was married to the finest woman Mason knew, (except for the queen and his own wife, off course) so why throw it all away by trying to ruin the King's life?

"You wouldn't understand, with the age-old tradition of the Makoolas helping the royal family. Guys, you don't have to tie me up, I know where the dungeons are. Just lock the door behind me and make sure I don't have the key." He already made his way to the door, tossing the dungeon key onto the pool table, but two guards blocked his way and handcuffed him.

"Hey, what's all this about?" Kermen said surprised, clearly not knowing why they would do that. For the first time, he really did not know what was going on.

"You tried to kill a member of the royal family. That's a crime we should kill you for, but since you're-" remembering Kermen wouldn't hear it, he just continued, "you-know-what, we'll have to lock you up in Kinkow Prison. Take him away." With that order, the guards dragged Kermen out of the room. Mason went to look at the boys, who were still crying. They were traumatized, nothing more. They probably also wouldn't remember. Which was a good thing – it would be better if the triplet never heard about this man.

Mahuma walked in. "Should we tell Lydia?" he asked Mason, who nodded.

"We better should. But it might be better if his children don't know who he is. If they do, they might try something like that themselves. Going after the triplets, I mean. We cannot let that happen. And sent a message to our King – he would want to know."

Present

Well, after being in a stinking cell for almost fifteen years, he needed a bit of change. He thought it was time to go away from that prison, head straight to Kinkow Castle and see how the triplets are doing, before he kills them. That was the plan all along – kill the King and his sons, and blame the Queen. Time to get that plan, version 2.0, in action. With Mason to blame, as rumors say Mason doesn't always like the triplet's stupidity, and so did his daughter. Guess from who she got that…

Kermen looked at his watch – one of the few things the guards allowed him to have. Five for seven in the evening. Almost seven o'clock. Great. It could happen now any moment…

BOOM!

The wall at the jungle side blasted open, right on time. Some of the pieces hit Kermen, but he didn't care. He was breaking out, with the help of a few Sununian friends, and didn't care whatever happened to him. As long as he could kill the Royal family, and create a new future, nothing else mattered. And, when they were all dead, he could finally life the live he always wanted to live after marrying Lydia.

Guards ran up to his cell, opening the door as fast as they could. The guard kept a machete in his hand, but Kermen knew he had a gun somewhere. He smiled as the man came closer.

"Kermen, don't do it, or else…" the guard couldn't finish his sentence.

"Or else, what? I know you guys don't dare to touch me with those knife-thingies. You wouldn't dare because of the stupid relatives on my wife's side! They'd rather welcome their long lost uncle. Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to finish here." With these words, Kermen jumped out of the hole in the wall, and landed on the ground. He hurt his hand a bit, but it was his 'weak hand', the left one, he was right-handed. Before he left, he heard the guard scream to the others.

"Warn Mason that Kermen Forned escaped!"

"Do you mean the Kermen Forned, husband of Lydia P—?"

"Yeah, who else, nitwit!? Just inform the Makoolas, darn it!"

Mason Makoola… Kermen hasn't seen that man in a long time. Actually, the last time he saw Mason was when the sasquatch arrested him. Yeah, he probably could get revenge on him for that. He knew the guard had a daughter, so that was his weak spot. And the triplet-kings… who hadn't heard about them? For now, they were out of his reach, two of them in Chicago and the third one lost when he was washed out of the boat. Ah well, one stinking kid less to worry about, because how can a baby survive the seas around the islands? He just had to wait and observe the Kings and that Makoola-girl. Then he could find the best way to kill them.

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