A/N: I don't usually start off with explanatory A/Ns, but I think it's very important for this fic in particular. When you first read this, you may not think this has to do with South Park, but it is. The structure of this fic, though, has little relation to the canon characters and is mainly OC. This would not really qualify as something for a Crossover or FictionPress, and you'll understand as this fic progresses. So please don't report me for this fic. This incorporates South Park in an original way and it needs time to unfold. I'll even let you in on this: a clue leading to its relevance is in this chapter. But if any of you feel that this isn't worthy, then I'll delete it. Just a little warning.

January 22, 1566

The desolate desert plain laid low on the cold, January evening. The night was without snow and barely contained any breeze, but that didn't suffice to soothe the chilling temperatures. Not too many people lived in the western half of the large "continent" in the South Pacific, but those who did longed to escape society. And we are brought now to a small, lonely house in the midst of the landscape.

The house was moderately sized, no more than a floor. The abode was wooden, but decently structured and perched in this place, far from the communities that made up the independent monarchy.

Within the house lived two married people. One of them being William, a laid back man that held strong family morals. The other being Margaret, a caring woman that held similar ideals to William. It was clear that they were meant to be. The two owned a small farm. It wasn't the best resort in the climate, but it operated efficiently. It had long served as the couple's lifeline, as they had enough, but only enough.

The couple had decided nearly a year earlier that it was time to start a family. When the idea was accepted by the couple, they had accomodations to support their child the best they could. They had hoped to expand their farm, plant more crops, and yield more customers. If that had been achieved, then they wouldn't have no fears. But the preceeding nine months brought no fortune to the couple. The ways of nature had decided to undergo its normal order. William had failed to purchase an expansion to their property. There was no lawman for miles, but William was particulary a man who abided the law. Besides, even if he had the funds to afford, it was unclear whether it would produce a greater profit. Chances could've been that it could've sank the couple in debt to account for their extra land. But what's past was past and one could've only hoped for the future.

William was in the bedroom with Margaret in the bed, undergoing to the labor of childbirth. Margaret staggered in her breath, while William was holding her hand for both physical and moral support. His penetrating brown eyes never left the very struggling sight of his lifelong devotion. A year ago, she was the healthiest and livliest person he had ever know. Now, he was confronted with her nearly dying body. Her skin was pale like the snow, but cascades of perspiration streamed along it.

It wasn't common for women to survive childbirth, especially in the rural and poverished regions, but there were definitely exceptions. The fellow Australians believed in God and looked to him when such burdens were introduced. When he granted the laborer their life, they showed him gratitude. Not only so, but it gave them a sense of purpose for why else would the deity decide to spare their life.

"One more push!" William cheered her. She had been doing exactly what he had told her for the past four hours, but to her, no progress had been made. But she was getting what she wanted, so she complied. This push in particular was the last and William grabbed the released newborn. He took a small metal knife on the nightstand and sliced off the umbilical cord.

"It's over, Margaret. Our son is here." he assured her. Margaret was too exhausted to move her head. William understood and brought the baby over to her.

"May...I...hold him?" she asked. He handed over the baby. "Don't worry, I won't force you to speak anymore tonight." he spoke softly. The couple remained silent for the remainder of the evening. William fell asleep on the chair and Margaret got in touch with the newborn before falling asleep herself.

The next morning, the couple woke up the same way they had fell asleep, quiet and calmly. Only now, Margaret was able to speak.

"What do you...to name him?" she asked. William pondered. He had wanted a name that he was sure no other child would possess. Very common choices were the names of the royal family. At the time, the most popular name was Frederick for males and Francine for females. He thought back to his grandfather, George. When William was a boy, George told him about his grandfather whose name was Malcolm. Malcolm was the last relative of William's family to be from Europe. His family were the last of their small community for the rest had gone off toward Australia. They had done this for the purpose of tradition. Malcolm's parents warred over whether they should move to the new land or remain in Staton, where their family has lived for the last 200 years. His father, Alexander, favored the idea of a new life. Joan, on the other hand, wished to remain in Staton. Unfortunately, they were struck with the Rhode Revolution of 1441. Alexander, his elders, Malcolm, and children escaped the upheaveled island. Meanwhile, Joan disguised herself as a man to join the Statonese army against the revolution. She perished early on from the "freedom fighters." Over the next one hundred and thirty years, Staton was under oppression, establishing and usurping legislatures and communes along the line. The Rhodes, as the fighters called themselves, proceeded to rally people all over the island of nations to overthrow their leaders. Their task was completed in 1571, when the island became known as Rhode Wales. In that time, Malcolm spread his family ties to the tranquil nation of Australia.

William remembered that man he heard of and thought of it. "Malcolm...Malcolm Park." he suggested. Margaret agreed with the name. "Your great-great grandfather would be proud of you, William." she cheered weakly. Her wife smiled fondly. To them, a wonderful thing has just begun and hope sturred that their child would live the best life possible.

The first year, though, didn't fare very well for the couple. The child was as demanding as any other child, not too generous, but luckily not too begging. The child's greed wasn't what troubled the family. William was still unable to expand their property, despite requests to his landlord. The price of barley barely showed an improvement and attempts to afford grazing cattle were futile. The expenses for Malcolm drew the family in financial difficulty. It became a growing concern everyday for Margaret as she tended to care for the child. William was determined, though, to surmount this hurdle. His wife, however, couldn't share his optimism. Come Christmas time of the year, the two had been arguing about the matter.

"William, why can't we just borrow from the Hughes' farm? They've got plenty to go around!"

"We can't do that! Just think of the debt we would in!" William shouted.

"That would be better than trying to get back on top!"

William thought about this. Margaret had demanded going to the Hughes for loans, all of which he refused.

"I mean, look at this! We're not making enough money to afford this child! I never thought it would come to this, but I think we should send Malcolm to live with the Hughes!" Margaret stated.

William was absolutely aghast. "He's our child! We can't just throw him out there!" he snapped.

"There's no other way, William!"

William, though, was not ready to allow this to happen. He knew that she was right about their troubles, but he then thought of another resolution. This one is drastic and just as risky as his plan from before Malcolm was born.

"There is another way, Margaret." he told her. She turned around to show her attention.

"Margaret, I know you're not going to like this, but I can't just give up Malcolm. So I'm moving out to Melbourne." Margaret opened her mouth in shock.

"But...William...how?"

"I'll move to the city and get some extra money there! I'll mail my earnings to you." he announced ambitiously.

"I'll come with you! We'll all move to the city!" she begged.

"I'm sorry, but I can only go alone. I'm heading out in the morning."

"On Christmas?!"

"Yes! It'll take a few weeks to get there! I must leave as soon as possible!" he told her wife.

"But...what's the point?" she asked softly.

"About what?"

"If you want the child to still be in our family...then why are you leaving him?"

"We would be in debt with the Hughes, remember? And besides, I won't be gone forever."

"How long will you be away?"

William sighed. "I don't know...But I would never leave you for any other reason. And I promise I'll return someday to see our boy. Whether he's still a young toddler, a vibrant child, or a grown man, I will be there for him." he reassured.

Margaret hugged her husband for support. His broad shoulders allowed her body to be so. That next day, he set out on foot with only ten pence and the clothes on his back.