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Week 1, Day 1

"Hey! Wake up already!"

Mitchel groaned, rolling to the side. "Five more minutes, Boom…"

"Mitchel!" yelled a slightly familiar voice. "Wake. Up!"

THUD! Mitchel immediately opened his eyes. He was on the floor with a terrible pain on his head. "Ow!" he cried, clutching his head. He then blinked. For some reason, there was a strawberry blonde haired teen on his ceiling.

"Finally, you're awake. I had to pull you out of bed," said the teen with slight exasperation. He then jumped down from the ceiling and onto Mitchel's bed. "You ready for training?"

"Training..?" mumbled Mitchel, brain still not functioning. "What time is it? And why were you on the ceiling? And what is this 'training' you speak of?"

"It's eight in the morning, and I'm always on the ceiling," said the teen simply. "Didn't you wanted to be trained in the Minduian ways or something?"

Mitchel blinked again sleepily. "Mhm…" Memories of yesterday flashed into his mind. "Oh. That."

The teen, Boz, opened the curtains. Mitchel winced slightly at the bright light. "Yeah. That," he said, stretching his limbs. "You were supposed to be awake hours ago. Queen Elena sure won't be happy that you're late."

"I'm late?!" cried Mitchel, standing up abruptly.

"Yep. I'd hurry if I were you."

Mitchel nodded, running out of the room. He then backtracked, running back into the room he shared with Boz. "Uhh, Boz, where am I supposed to go again?"

"Well, if you were paying attention, you were supposed to meet with her in the throne room. Here, I'll show you." Boz leapt forward, Mitchel following behind.

Mitchel panted, gasping for breath. "Did we have to run all the way?"

Boz shrugged. "No, but it wasn't that long of a run… It was just a flight of stairs..."

"I can't feel my legs!" cried Mitchel dramatically, falling to the ground.

Boz puffed up his cheek. "Well… Queen Elena sure got a lot of work ahead of her…" he said, raising an eyebrow at Mitchel's collapsed body.

"There you are, Mitchel!" exclaimed a voice to their right. It was Elena. "You're late!"

"I know, I know!" cried Mitchel, standing up. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I swear!"

Elena sighed, running a hand over her hair. "You better. Now, for the first lesson, it's time to learn about close combat." She whistled.

A man, probably in the early twenties, ran to Elena's side. He had wild black hair, a slight frown, and wore the Mindu guard uniform.

"This is Cedric. Cedric, this is Mitchel. Now Mitchel, I want you to fight Cedric."

Mitchel gaped. "W-What?! That guy is like, twice my size!"

"You two are the same height," said Elena, "Don't worry, Cedric will go easy on you. This is just to see how good you are in close combat."

"I can tell you how good I am already- I'm not," said Mitchel, backing away slightly.

"Just try!" urged Boz, who was watching from the sidelines whilst eating a banana.

Mitchel's hand began to shake. He bit his lip, took a stance, before he ran forward! Screaming, Mitchel then launched his fist right into the side of Cedric's face!

Silence.

Cedric rolled his eyes. He didn't even budged a bit from the impact. Since Mitchel just stood there, frozen in fear, he moved. Cedric grabbed Mitchel's arm and flipped him.

"Ow…" whimpered Mitchel from the ground, in pain from getting flipped. "Can we take a break?"

Elena shook her head, sighing. "Cedric, teach Mitchel here how to punch. I'll be back at lunchtime. Until then, no breaks!"

"Wait, what?"

"I. Am. So. Tired!" whined Mitchel, fiddling with his sandwich.

Mitchel and Boz were at a hill about five minutes away from the castle, eating lunch. This was the first break Mitchel had after four straight hours of training.

"Well, you know how to throw a punch now, right?" asked Boz, mouth still full from his sandwich.

Mitchel's eyes seem to shine. "Heck yeah! Look Boz, check this out!" He stood up and punched the nearest tree. His lip then quivered before he yelled "OW!"

"Uh…?"

"N-No wait! I wasn't doing it properly!" cried Mitchel. He changed the position of his fingers slightly before striking a punch at the same tree. The tree actually wobbled slightly, causing Boz to whistle, impressed.

"Nice," he said, nodding. "For someone who struggled with a backpack's zipper, you sure pack a punch!"

Mitchel stuck out his tongue. "Okay, to be fair, that zipper was out to get me."

Boz laughed. "Riiight," he said, before taking another bite of his sandwich.

There was silence for a moment. Brady, not liking the silence, tried to speak, "Hey Boz-"

"Do you know how lucky you are?"

"Huh?"

Boz shrugged. "I was just thinking," he said, poking his sandwich. "You know, Queen Elena doesn't usually accept strangers out of the blue. Especially someone who is weaker than me."

Mitchel stood up. "I am not weaker than you!"

Boz raised his hands in defense. "You're getting stronger than me though. Like, I can't throw a punch, but you can now."

"Hmm…" Mitchel sat back down. "You should train with me then!"

Boz looked aghast at the very thought. "Me? Train?"

"Hey, a couple of days ago, I would have had the same reaction. Me and training? Urgh." Mitchel shivered at the thought. "But…"

Boz blinked. "But..?"

Mitchel shook his head. "Nothing." Mikayla. "You should still train with me. Please? Then I won't look like a wimp training by myself!"

"Too late," muttered Boz under his breath so that Mitchel wouldn't hear it. "I don't know… I mean, I'm not useless; I'm pretty athletic-" Boz grabbed the branch of the same tree Mitchel punched then performed a chin-up. "Except fighting? I'm a prince- hiding when the bad guys come is more my style."

"I hear you," said Mitchel with a slight smile, "But please? I need someone to suffer with me!"

The other teen laughed sheepishly. "Well…"

"Prince Boz! Mitchel!"

They turned to see Cedric, climbing up the hill. "Lunchtime is over. It is time for Mitchel to train even more."

"Already?" groaned Mitchel, "But Cedriiiic. I haven't finished my sandwich!"

"Queen's orders," said Cedric simply.

Mitchel bit back a remark of him being the king and ordering for a longer break. After all, the moment he stepped out of Kinkow, he was no longer king of that island.

"Lead the way…"

For the afternoon, Mitchel was trying to learn the different types of kicks and dodging, whilst Boz simply watched.

Suddenly, Boz's monkey senses began to tingle. He could hear something very familiar…

"Sawa sawa!" cried Boz, immediately hiding behind a rock.

"Sawa sa-what?" questioned Mitchel, staring at his friend weirdly.

Instantaneously, a swarm of large insects flooded the castle. They all looked similar to Waka Wakas back in Kinkow, except they were slightly smaller, had a red back, and their wings flapped less noisily.

"Sawa sawa," repeated Cedric, preparing a fighting stance. "Kind of cousins to Waka wakas, except they're only indigenous to Mindu. Weapons don't affect them, but luckily they're super weak to close combat. You ready, Mitchel?"

"No!" cried Mitchel, immediately hiding behind the rock next to Boz like a coward.

Cedric gritted his teeth. "Mitchel!" he scolded, before punching the Sawa sawa next to him. "Think of this as a part of your training!" He ducked down to dodge a Sawa sawa sting.

"Uhh, no, cause during my training you were going easy on me!"

Boz frowned. "Fight them, Mitchel! Hit them like you hit that tree!"

Mitchel glared back. "Why don't you fight them then?! Aren't you, like, athletic or something?!"

"I am athletic, but I haven't received proper training-"

"Sorry to intrude, my prince, but how about either of you just help me!" yelled Cedric, looking worn down from the sheer amount of Sawa sawas.

"Aww man…" whimpered Mitchel, "Where are the other guards?" Nevertheless, Mitchel stood from his hiding spot and slammed his fist smack dab onto a Sawa sawa's face.

The Sawa sawa flinched back, before running away. Mitchel brightened up. "I did it!"

"Behind you!" cried Boz. Mitchel hit the ground right before a Sawa sawa charged into him.

"Thanks!" exclaimed Mitchel before performing a low kick to one sneaky Sawa sawa.

After a minute or two, Mitchel became exhausted. "I can't… Hold them off… Any longer..!"

Boz deadpanned at him. "You only fought two of them! Waka wakas are way stronger than Sawa sawas!"

Mitchel groaned, before falling on the ground. "Just sting me already! You Sawa sawas won!" he cried.

Cedric facepalmed, before punching off the last Sawa sawa. The Sawa sawas had fled east and away from the castle. "Pathetic," he spat to Mitchel, crossing his arms. "What was Queen Elena thinking, asking me to train such a hopeless case?"

Boz stood up from the rock he was hiding behind. "Don't you dare doubt the Queen's orders, Cedric!" he said, crossing his arms.

Cedric rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Cursed Boy. I refuse to train such a weakling." With that, Cedric left.

Mitchel laid on the ground, staring at the sky. "How mean…" he mumbled to himself. "I thought Winduians are nice people…"

"It's Minduians," corrected Boz, lending out his hand to Mitchel. "And didn't the queen tell you we had high crime rates?"

Mitchel sighed, staring at Boz's hand. "Just leave me here, Boz. I'm such a joke!" He sat up, knees huddled together, blocking his eyes. "What was I thinking? I can't train! I was never meant for training! I was meant for… Something… Like, singing or whatever! Not fighting or growing up!"

"Prince Boz? Mitchel?"

Mitchel raised his head to see Queen Elena holding a large stack of paper. Wow, he was so glad he had the Makoolas doing all of the king paperwork.

Boz perked up. "Hey mom!" he exclaimed, waving.

Elena rolled her eyes, said a hey back, before turning to Mitchel. "I thought I assigned Cedric to help you train..?"

Mitchel stared at the ground. "He said I was a hopeless case and he refused to train a weakling…"

"That Cedric!" said Elena with a frown. "Don't worry, Mitchel, I know you are not a weakling."

"Have you seen me fight?" asked Mitchel. He flexed his muscles. "My guns get tired so easily!"

"All those guns need are some proper training," assured Elena. "I know what you're capable of, Mitchel. I've seen it with my own eyes." With that, she went inside the castle to go fetch Cedric.

Mitchel turned to Boz. "You know, I think I like your mom. All my life I had naggy women. It sucks."

Boz shrugged, before raising an eyebrow at Mitchel. "The Queen said that she knows what you're capable of. Had you met her before?"

The other teen tilted his head to the side, as if trying to remember.. "I… I don't think so..?"

The strawberry blonde teen puffed up his cheek. "Well, I think I made up my mind."

Mitchel blinked. "About what?"

"About training with you!" said Boz with a grin, "It can be fun, you know? Plus, we can knock Cedric down a peg or two, right? Doesn't the student eventually beat the teacher in all those movies?"

"You're right!" exclaimed Mitchel, as if having an epiphany. "It would be totally great to show Cedric-"

"Show me what?"

The two turned to see Cedric glaring at them. Mitchel gulped. "I mean, it would be totally great to show Cedric about how... such... dedicated students we are, right Boz?"

Boz nodded quickly. "R-Right."

"Wait, I have to train both of you?" he asked. At their nod, he mumbled: "I hate my job." The black-haired adult then sighed. "Let's have a break for now. I'll need it." He then walked away, mumbling things about renting a hot air balloon out of here.

Mitchel and Boz then spent the rest of the day eating ice cream until they could no longer move from brain freeze.

A/N: Aaaaaand… Yeah. I don't think I'm giving the plot justice, but I tried. Also, don't bother remembering all of these OCs. The only important one is Queen Elena. I'm not even sure whether or not I should keep Cedric. We'll see.

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