Hello Everyone! Thanks so much for reading my first Fanfiction Story! I am so excited to be writing this story, especially because I'm so in love with the plot of Kickin' It and the characters! I have a slight obsession with Jack and Kim's relationship, and I wanted to create a historical kinda story about them! If you completely hate this idea, please tell me because I will only continue if I get some nice feedback.

Anyway, this story is taking place a few hundred years from now. I try to explain the history within this chapter, so if you are confused please review and ask me about it-I would gladly answer your questions! Now this chapter doesn't involve Jack or the gang yet because this is more of a prologue. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, review and let me know what you think! I promise this story will be A LOT better as it goes on! Thanks :)

It was a cool spring day with the radiating sun rising just above the horizon, waking up the local citizens of the beautiful kingdom of Europa. For any outsider, it looked like just another average day within the kingdom, but today was truly the most celebrated time of the year for the Europans. Today was Crawson, the celebration of the birthday of Europa.

One hundred and twenty years ago, the continent of Europe, and all of the countries within, economically and physically collapsed. There were many reasons as to why the once successful and influential continent fell, and the affect seemed to ricochet from one country to the next.

Labor was one issue that led to the downfall, when jobs suddenly became scarce for people of all class rankings. The bridge between the rich and poor widened substantially, with the wealthy tending to live a ridiculously lavish lifestyle while others were forced to go hungry in order to feed there loved ones.

Many people filed for reforms and made their concerns known to their government officials, but the government was far too corrupt for changes to be made. Just within a few months time, revolts and riots filled the streets of these countries and caused the death of nearly one million lives.

One hundred and twenty-five years ago from this day and five years after the collapse of Europe, King Stephen II reformed and converted the fraudulent ways of the past countries, and brought these troubled nations together as one. With his respected philosophies and genuine nature, he was able to bring forth and create the kingdom of Europa.

King Stephen spilt his kingdom into ten providences to create an equal balance, giving the people a voice within each of their providence's government. To remind the citizens of the perilous and troubled past their country once encountered, he named all of the providences based off their original: Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Iceland, Ireland, Italy, Norway, Spain, and Sweden.

The kingdom of Europa prospered greatly throughout King Stephen II's reign. They began to thrive financially and economically with his tremendous effort, intelligent reforms, and good fortune. And even to this day, he is spoken of as one of the most good-hearted and prominent men in all of mankind's history.

Since the death of King Stephen II, his son King Charles took his reign over the kingdom of Europa, tradition passing the crown down to the eldest son. King Charles had two sons, named Philip and Keegan, both of whom believed and deemed themselves worthy of the crown. But due to the customs of Europa, King Charles' son Philip became the King when he died thirty years later, leaving a bitter Keegan as the head of military forces.

And with King Philip nearing his final days, this Crawson was believed to be the most lavish and extravagant of all of the festivals during his reign.

The whole kingdom of Europa celebrates Crawson each year, becoming the most anticipated and abundant celebration of the year. Every providence has their own merry rituals and traditions, but one thing they all have in common is gathering around their television sets and watching the royal family's grand parade and inspirational speeches.

And this year is no exception. Men from all ten providences are eager to hear what the King's speech will consist of for this upcoming year, and what new strategies will be used to keep their nation as the favored. Young children every year are animated about the extravagant props and decorations that will be used for the parade. And women hover anxiously around the television to see what the Queen and Princess will be wearing this year, surely becoming this year's biggest trend.

But little does anyone know that this year's Crawson will be very different.

The usually peaceful and reserved castle of Europa was buzzing with an energy that is sparked once every year. Crawson—the celebration that is the most awaited event of the year—was finally here. Servants and staff were hustling about the castle, restlessly tugging and hanging up decorations, props, and boxes for the holiday that has finally arrived.

It was 125 years ago that King Stephen united the crumbled countries of Europe as one kingdom. Not only was this possibly King Philip, the grandson of King Stephen, last year as ruler, but also every twenty-five years is remarked as a transitional and revolutionary year, sparking a new start for their kingdom.

But with the King's death nearing with every breathing second, many citizens of Europa are debating who will take his place as leader of Europa. It is a custom of the royal family that the crown is pasted down to his eldest son, but he never produced a son. King Philip does have a young brother, Keegan Crawford, who would gladly take his throne, but many despise of the theory of breaking the traditional way of the royal throne.

But King Philip does have one child, who is the rightful heir to the throne. But there is one twist—something that was not addressed by the founding fathers of the kingdom. King Philip had a daughter—Princess Kimberly—and a woman, more the less a Princess, was not seen as a liable leader of a kingdom.

"Your Highness!" A servant shouted, prancing into the dinning hall of the castle, where the royal family sat for their Sunday brunch. Everyone dropped their conversation to glance at the frantic servant, who was visibly sweating with nerves.

"What is it, Oliver? Can't you see that we are eating?" The King commanded, forcefully setting down his cup of wine. The servant noticeably swallowed a lump in his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh, well your Highness, I was to notify you at once that there has been an attack!" He explained in a hurry, causing all of the members of the royal family to perk up in concern. "All of the decorations and ornaments were destroyed, as well as the workers putting them up just across the courtyard!"

"That's impossible," the King responded in disbelief. "The attackers must have broken through the castle's protective wall to be able to assault them. In which direction did they attack from?"

"East, sir."

King Philip looked towards his left, where his brother sat at the table. "Keegan, that is where your men are stationed. Have you heard anything from them?"

"No, your Highness." Keegan responded, looking genuinely worried for the wellbeing of his men. Sergeant Keegan was a well-known army official within Europa, his men noted as the most fierce and reliable men in the kingdom. The thought of some attackers being able to break through their forces sent chills down the spine of the Queen.

"These cannot possibly be the rebel forces that were identified early this month, can they?" The Queen asked, her question directed towards her husband. "Was their liable threat accurate?"

"Rebel forces?" Princess Kimberly piped up, voicing her confusion. She looked from her mother to her father, before looking once again towards her mother. "What rebel forces are you talking about, Mother? And what treat have they proposed—"

"Nothing you need to engross yourself in, Milady," Her uncle Keegan spoke up, a sort of bitterness behind his words. The aging man found a disliking in the eagerness and pesky behavior of his beautiful niece. "These types of issues are confidential towards military officials and the ruling couple only."

"My time is very well coming, Uncle. I think that is in the best interest of the safety of the general public as well as myself, that I know what danger is to soon be encountered." Princess Kimberly calmly responded, her eyes narrowing significantly.

Despite the charming looks of the renowned Princess, many are shocked when they discover the true identity of the young woman. Behind all of the ruffled ball-gown dresses and elegant makeup, lies a courageous, intelligent, feisty, and genuine young woman.

Although her mouth is usually what gets her in the deepest of troubles, it is also the weapon and tool to her well-known and likable personality. The thing that strikes the most of people is her witty remarks, often turning the tables back towards the opponent.

However, some people, such as her Uncle Keegan and her etiquette teacher Ms Barrow, personally despises of her behavior, deeming it as obnoxious and improper. But other people's opinions and judgments of herself is the least of the gorgeous young woman's problems, being that she could possibly be the heir to the throne of Europa.

"If you are suggesting that I tell you of these rebel forces just because of your social status, you clearly are mistaken." Sergeant Keegan replied with a grim smirk.

"Ironic that the veritable reason you are the Sergeant of Europa's military is solely based on the fact of your social status." Princess Kimberly retorted, referring to the fact that Sergeant Keegan's father was once the ruler of Europa.

He gritted his teeth, his mouth stumbling upon the words he wished to respond with towards his stubborn niece. His brother, however, stopped the argument before it got too riotous.

"That is enough, my daughter and brother," King Philip roared, slamming his palm against the extended wooden dining table, causing all of the utensils and dishes to rattle. "At a serious time like this, the last thing we need to be spending our time fretting about is something that foolish."

"And how would one know that a serious time is at risk within our country, when the own kingdom's Princess isn't aware of the issues at stake!" Princess Kimberly countered, directing her insult towards her mulish Uncle.

"Why I am going to—" Keegan began to seethe, until being interrupted once again, but this time by the Queen.

"It all began roughly six months ago, Kimberly." The Queen stated, her lips pursed in a straight line. "Rebel forces have been releasing a series of attacks on the outer providences, leaving behind nothing but letters of warning."

"Warnings of what?"

"Warnings of a futuristic attack on the kingdom of Europa." The Queen responded, looking down at her untouched plate of food, suddenly not feeling as hungry. "Somehow these unknown rebels have managed to break through all of our military units without a single spec of evidence or clue—all they leave behind is a detailed note of what is needed to stop the madness that is 'bound to occur.'"

"And what do they want from us?" The Princess asked after a few moments of silence. Even someone as loud and chatty as the young Princess found it hard to bring about the words she wanted to speak.

The Queen looked towards her husband before letting out a cautious sigh. "They have a few propositions. One being that your Father steps down from his reign over Europa and gives complete power to the rebels. The second option being that the kingdom of Europa must surrender all of their military power, security services, and resources. Or the third option, which is…"

"Which is?"

The room went eerily silent, everyone at the table knowing exactly what was asked of the rebel leaders, besides the young Princess. They all sent each other knowing looks, silently deciphering who would explain the third option.

"Princess," Keegan spoke up, sending a concerned glance towards his paling brother. "The third option is for you to marry the leader of the rebel force."

Princess Kimberly turned her nose up, scowling at the horrid thought. "Why in the good name of God would such a terrible man seek my hand in marriage?"

"Power, fame, wealth," King Philip countered, a hard glare in his aged eyes. "But there is nothing you need to worry about, my daughter. Everything is under control and you will be perfectly—"

"Safe?" Kimberly barked out, raising an eyebrow. "Father, you cannot possibly say that with a straight face. I am far from safe when the rebel forces having proposed such an appalling proposition!"

"My daughter, the most safe place for you at a time like this is here in the castle. Our security team and military forces led by your Uncle are superlative—the best thing for you to do is relax and treat everyday as normal."

Princess Kimberly desperately wanted to maintain the conversation of the issue they were speaking of, but the disapproving look her Mother was sending her told her otherwise. Instead she remained quiet for the remainder of brunch, simply shifting her food with her fork.

Sooo, what did you think of it?! I know it was extremely boring and didn't have much action in it, but I promise it will pick up as the story continues on! If you have any questions, concerns, criticism, compliments, comments, I'm up for anything! But if I'm not getting any feedback, I will most likely delete this story! But I will update by at the latest tomorrow with a chapter so yall can get a sense of what it is about! Thanks love!