Chapter two; Brothers and Cousins.

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Mikayla slowly stitched Brady's wound together, making sure she cleaned it properly as well. Mason had left the hut about ten minutes ago, since it was his turn to take guard duty. Mikayla couldn't help but glance at Brady's perfectly shaped abs and his newly formed muscles. She had never even thought that he could ever look so good.

"How did you get a cut this large?" Mikayla muttered to herself as she was almost finished cleaning his wound. Brady wouldn't have heard it if his ears hadn't become more sensitive while he was on the island.

"I stood up for one of my friends a few days ago. I didn't think that they would actually manage to stab me." Brady stated with a chuckle.

"You of all people got into a fight?" Mikayla asked clearly shocked.

"It's not a big deal, Kayla," Brady chuckled a bit louder. "I get into a lot of fights nowadays. I've had much worse wounds than this." Brady stated as he unconsciously touched his back. Mikayla's curiosity getting the best of her stood up to check his backside. She gasped as she noticed several large and probably fatal scars.

"What happened to you, Brady?"

"Like I told you I get into a lot of fights nowadays." Brady chuckled as he stood up. "Thank you for helping me." Brady said as he moved to pick up his shirt, but Mikayla beat him to it.

"You're going to tear your stitches again, my King." Mikayla stated with annoyance as she handed him his shirt.

"There are worst things." Brady stated as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Where were you all this time?" Mikayla asked as she looked at him with a serious expression. Brady smiled softly at her. She was still as beautiful as the day he left.

"On the island," Brady smiled teasingly. "You know me, I can't go a mile away from Boomer." Mikayla giggled lightly at this statement, but what bothered her was that she didn't know how well she knew her raven haired king. Then it struck her.

"You were that guy who leapt off of that cliff weren't you?" Mikayla as her eyes widened in realisation. "Are you crazy? You could've killed yourself!"

"Ah don't stress yourself. I've jumped off higher places than that and I'm still alive." Brady smiled at her.

Mikayla wanted to slap that perfect grin off of his face. Here he was talking so lightly about his dangerous stunts whilst she was beyond worried about him. He clearly had change so much other than his two immature brothers who were still asleep. Just as she was about to push their argument further her father came into the hut.

"I'm glad to see that you two are getting along after all this time, my King." Mason smiled positively. "My King we'll need you to come to the palace immediately. The Elders have requested your presence." Mason stated seriously.

"Guess it's time then?" Brady sighed as he made his way to his luggage. He hoisted his guitar, backpack as well as his suite case over his shoulder, but before he could walk any further Mikayla stopped him.

"I'll carry your luggage, my King…" Before she could continue Brady shook his head.

"I'm fine, Kayla. I can handle this myself." Brady stated before he pushed on. Mikayla gave her father a confused and questioning look, whilst Mason just smiled at her teasingly. Then they followed after Brady to the castle.

"Three years ago…"

Brady felt fresh warm tears roll over his cheeks as he placed his letter on his bed. He was so sad and angry that he was leaving and so angry at Mikayla for pushing him this far. He could only think about the kiss they had shared not long ago when he was influenced by the Dark-side. Why would she have kissed him then? Wasn't that a sign to her that they have true love?

Brady slowly made his way to Mason's hut in the village. He knew for a fact that Mikayla was sleeping in the castle, which meant he could discuss his departure with Mason, but first he would need to send one of the balloons into the air so he could make everyone think that he had left for good. Through all of this Brady smiled weakly. He would become the man that Mikayla needed as well as the King Kinkow deserved. With his head held high he picked up the pace.

The next morning after Brady had left Boomer stormed down the castle steps.

"Lock down the castle! Brady is gone!" He was so torn that you could see faint signs that he had cried. Mason felt guilt rising up in his throat. He knew exactly where Brady was, but had sworn himself to secrecy.

"What? I'm sure you are overreacting, my King. Brady wouldn't go even to the bathroom without you." Mason lied smoother than he thought he ever could and yet he wanted to scream to them what was going on. He wanted to explain to his daughter that this wasn't her fault, because from the looks of her face he knew now why Brady wanted to mature.

"Y-yeah he wouldn't leave without consulting with… Oh no, he was the one behind the bushes last night…" Mikayla felt her heart breaking into millions of pieces.

"Mikayla, quiet girl. We are trying to figure out why Brady left."

"No, my King. It's my fault that Brady left…"

'Present day.'

The walk to the castle wasn't that far, but losing a lot of blood over the last two days it was starting to take it's toll on Brady. He was currently resting on one of the rocks that happened to be on the jungle floor. Mikayla was even more worried about him, because he was too stubborn to let one of them carry his luggage.

"My King are you sure you don't want Mikayla or me to carry your luggage? We could go much faster if you allowed us…"

"I'm fine, Mason. I can't allow you two to do all the work. You've already done so much for me, even more than I deserved. I can carry my things even when I'm injured." Brady said as he stood up once again. "Come on the castle isn't far now, right Mason?" Mason nodded as he and Mikayla followed in his quake.

Brady's thoughts wasn't even on the pain anymore he was thinking about what the Elders had in store for him. He was also worried about what Boz or Boomer would think of his return. That was one of the few things he feared actually. He had run like a coward back then and now he expected them to welcome him with open arms? What fantasy did he live in where he of all people was allowed happiness? Mikayla had made that clear to him when she rejected him for the last time and the Dark-side made that very clear when it inflicted all those scars on his back and other places that Mikayla didn't even see.

Brady was so in thought that he had almost walked straight into the castle's door. He stared up at the enormous door like it was the most frightening thing in his entire life. Mason helped him open the door and as he entered he was met with the open courtyard. He hadn't seen this part or any part of the castle in three years. Brady could feel relief fill him as he strode across the courtyard. He was finally home.

As Brady entered the castle with Mason and Mikayla in tow, he accidently walked into someone. He managed to drop his bags in the proses as well as knock said person a few feet away.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea where…" He suddenly cut himself off as he noticed who had walked into. "Lanny?" He asked as he noticed the familiar curly hair. Lanny stared at him with shocked eyes until he flew up and hugged his cousin closely.

"Brady? I haven't seen you in so long!" The young slim man had a serious change of heart and was actually really excited to see his older cousin.

"Yeah, I agree. You're what? Seventeen now?" Brady questioned as he hugged his cousin tighter as well.

"And your twenty-one and look at all these muscles! I thought I'd never see the day where you exercise!"

Before Brady and Lanny could continue their discussion they heard a vase break and footsteps coming down the stairs. Brady let go of Lanny and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Everything in him was screaming to run away, but he stood his ground it was now or never.

Mikayla saw his distress and walked up behind him and took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze before she let go. This surprised Brady and made him look at her questioningly. Boomer and Boz stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked shocked at the raven haired man. Boz had seen countless photos of his brother and knew by now exactly what he looked like.

Then something Brady thought would never happened, happened. Boomer and Boz ran straight to him and tackled him to the ground hugging him and holding onto him for dear life. As Brady looked confusedly at his two triplets his eyes welded up with tears and he hugged them back with just as much strength.

Alright so I have the plot basically worked out, but there will be a few twist and turns… I'm evil… But let me know what you guys think.