His form trembled in fright as he watched as the figures got closer. His eyelids grew heavier with every second as he watched the shadows loom over him. A warm cloth covered his mouth, releasing a rancid stench and smothering his screams. As the boy fell into unconsciousness, a soothing voice broke the silence of the shadows,"I'm sorry, son, but I assure you, this is for your own good. Just fall asleep and everything will be alright. Don't worry son, you'll awaken soon...".

Deep in the lands of Zaron, the humans of Kupa Keep struggle to stay alive as they are attacked by the wicked Drow Elves of Larion. Darkness falls as the humans beg their king to save them; a noble king, known only as the Grand Wizard.

For a thousand years, the battle has been waged, with only the bravery of the Grand Wizard to protect his human followers. But even though the wizard king is so undeniably cool, the Drow Elf armies continue their attacks.

They seek the humans most sacred relic-
The Stick of Truth.

But the tides of war are soon to change, as news of a "new kid" spread throughout the land. In order to save the humans, the Grand Wizard must get to the new kid before the evil Drow Elves can manipulate his mind and use him to take the sacred relic from human hands.

For whomever controls the stick,
controls the universe.

It was a calm morning in the small, rustic town of South Park, Colorado. It's lake shimmered in the light of the awakening sun, the birds out and ready for a bug filled breakfast. The neighborhood, still asleep, with nothing stirring inside, except two kids who sparred on the streets, both in middle aged costumes. Blood was spilled, the concrete and snow sharing the battle scars of the children. One, a paladin, the other, an elf. Armed with only a hammer and a pathetic sword put together by planks of wood and string. As their battle cries yelled throughout the morning, another being began to stir, in the red house not yonder from the war site.

There a boy began to awaken, his eyes being rubbed by his tired hands. It was there he got up and looked around his newly arranged room. He stared at it slightly, confused. What the-? How did I get here? The kid grew tense and thought for the worst, but calmed when he heard his parents' voices mumbling from the room below. He slowly walked to his closet, sleep continuing to take hold of his body. The nine year old yawned as he grabbed his teal and grey argyle sweater off the hanger and pulled it on. He was about to open the shades a little more when his parents barged in. The boy made eye contact with them, fear suddenly sparking its way through his whole body, as pictures and voices flashed quickly through his mind.

"Hey, champ! How do you like your new room?" his dad asked, beaming a fake smile. The boy stared up at him, trembling the slightest, fear keeping his mouth shut. "Uh, I know this is a big, no, huge change for all of us, but do you remember why we moved to this quiet mountain town?" The kid directed his eyes to the ground as he realized that he couldn't recall a thing past waking up this morning. A ball of worry grew in the pit of his stomach as he looked at his parents once again, who were whispering to each other.

"He doesn't remember!"

"He doesn't remember at all!"

"That's good! That's good he doesn't remember!" The two adults turned around to see their son looking at them, confusion spread across his face.

"Uh, sweetie? We want you to have lots of fun here. Why don't you go out and make some friends?" his mother offered, gesturing outside.

"Right! Right, go out side and play son, like normal kids," the man peeped in.

"Just get back before it gets too dark, sweetie," the woman warned, teasingly. The parents looked at their son expectantly, hoping that he would answer. They stared at each other for a couple seconds before the man groaned in annoyance.

"Yea! We love you, too!" he then stomped out of the room, frustration of his son peaking to a new level. His wife followed after him, waving a goodbye to her son before leaving him to his room. The boy sighed and walked out of his room, wanting everything to go back to normal, if there ever was one. As the new arrival to the town left his house for the outside world, his parents began bickering in the kitchen.

"Make friends? Make friends?! Nichole! That's exactly what got us into this situation! Have you forgotten already as well?!" the father yelled at his spouse, his face red.

"Well, what did you expect me to do, Michael?! We can't just keep him locked up in here! People will get suspicious! Either way, we have a chance of getting found out! Besides, not a lot of kids live in our neighborhood. Let him make a few, keeps him happy while we look for a better spot to hide out," the wife tried to reason.

"Whatever..." the husband grumbled and left for the living room to unpack more boxes.

Outside, the boy made his way down the driveway, shivering from the cold air. As he crunched his way through the snow, he noticed the two kids in the costumes, still sparring with each other.

"You're no match for my war hammer, Drow Elf! I banish thee to the forest realm!" a blonde-tufted boy yelled at his opponent.

"Nu-uh! You can't do that! I banished you first!" the elf yelled back, striking his enemy with his sword. "You're not going to last any longer, Paladin! Say your last prayers."

"Ahh! Somebody help me! I can't hang on anymore! HELP!" the boy with the hammer wailed, cowering in fear as the elf was about to deliver his final strike. The blonde-tufted kid waited for the worst, but it never came. He looked up to see the new kid standing over the elf, his hands out.

"Hey! You can't do that! That's cheating! I'm gonna tell my mom!" the elf complained, and with that, he ran down the sidewalk, away from the battle scene.

"Thanks, kid! I didn't realize he had another health potion! Uh, my name is Butters the Merciful! I'm a paladin. I live right next door to you! We should be friends!" Butters introduced himself, smiling kindly at the new kid. He then pulled out his phone and added the new kid as a friend on his Facebook. "There! Now we can be buddies in reality and virtuality! Neato, huh? Now that we're friends, I should take you to the wizard king! He's been talking about your arrrival." Butters then walked towards a bright green house, beckoning the black haired kid to follow. After a minute or two, the pair arrived at the kingdom of Kupa Keep, otherwise known as the green house to the right. The paladin knocked on the door and gave an assuring smile towards the boy next to him. The door opened to show a kid in a wizard costume, sporting the colors of light blue, magenta, and midnight, with a small, smiley faced star patched onto his wizard hat. "All hail the Grand Wizard!" the paladin yelled to no one in particular, his hands raised in praise.

"So, you are the new kid. Your coming was foretold by a Coldwell Banker. I am the wizard king, but the time for talk is not nye. Let me show you my kingdom," the wizard allowed the two boys inside, guiding them through the house into the backyard. As the black haired kid stepped foot on the outside porch, the wizard yelled out, "Welcome to the kingdom of Kupa Keep!" The backyard known as Kupa Keep was arranged to look like a middle aged kingdom. In it was an armory, filled with shields and weapons consisting of broken signs and wooden swords, stables, filled with the noblest of all beasts, a cat, and finally, the castle itself. A cardboard building, with ladders and a tent in the middle. Standing near it was a maiden of the upmost beauty. Her golden locks shined in the growing sunlight, her blue eyes as beautiful as the sky above her.

The new kid stared at her for a while, before being brought back to reality by the Grand Wizard,"Our weaponry is manned by Clyde, a level fourteen warrior. Here you can see our massive stables, overseen by the level nine ranger, Scott Malkinson who has the powers of diabetes." The group of three finally coursed its way to the castle of cardboard and to the fair maiden. "'And here of course is the breathtaking and lovely, Princess Kenny, the fairest maiden in all the kingdom." The new kid could barely hear the wizard king's directed whispers as he made eye contact with the beautiful princess. They stared at each other for a few seconds, blushing furiously, before the princess turned away, bashful. "Just one more thing before I leave you to exploring the kingdom new kid, what is your name?"

At the mention of that, everyone's eyes stared at the black haired boy, as they waited expectantly for his answer. After a few seconds of silence, the Grand Wizard whispered to Butters, who then laughed out loud, before muffling them when the fat king shushed him. The wizard then composed himself before he asked another question,"Did you say your name was Douchebag?" The new kid blushed in embarrassment as small laughter erupted through the clearing. The boy wanted to disprove this statement, but he couldn't come up with an answer to counter attack the king's. I should know this! My name- Ugh! What is it?! "Douchebag, it is! Now, Douchebag, if you had come when our kingdom of Kupa Keep was still in its infancy, I might've let you pick your own class out of the four, Fighter, Mage, Thief, and Jew, but because it is now and not in the long long ago, I won't let you. Don't think it's because I don't like you, Douchebag, but there are too many of the class fighter and mage, and I will NOT let anybody become a Jew because Jews are motherfucking liars that should go and burn in hell! So because of that *cough* I'm forcing you to pick thief."

At the mention of the new kid's final class, Butters ran behind the castle, coming back with a dark blue hood and clothing in hand. "Here you go, Douchebag, your thief clothes. Go change really quick and then the real fun can begin!" The new kid, face still red from embarrassment, ran inside to go get changed. As he was about to open the back door and head outside, the Grand Wizard's mother came up to him.

"Hello, dear. You have a Facebook, right? Well, since your friends with my little Eric, I hope you'll tell me if he's hurt or if he's doing the hurting. Okay?" Ms. Cartman asked, adding the kid as her friend. With that, she wakjed back to the living room, as the new kid opened the back door and entered the clearing once again.

Title is in German. It means The Stick of Truth. Didn't want to say just The Stick of Truth. Hope you enjoyed so far.