It was extremely early in the morning when Kyle woke up from his sleep. He muttered to himself before getting out of bed, stretching and cracking his back of the large amounts of aches that the previous day had left him with. The sun hasn't even risen yet, and Kyle got dressed before making his way through his small house. The small amount of bread in the kitchen was his breakfast and all that he would eat until later in the evening. He grimaced when he bit into it, the bread harder than it looked and Kyle was shocked when it had broken off one of the teeth at the back of his mouth. Spitting it out in a small garbage, Kyle watched the blood follow it, wiping at his mouth to see if some of the blood was on his face.

Shaking his head, he put on his heavy boots and walked out to the large field where he worked. He was currently employed by Donovan family, who was nice enough to Kyle, thought he knew that they didn't care for him much, seeing as they made sure he worked practically from dawn to dusk.

He stopped his work for a moment when the sun began to rise and every morning that it did, Kyle would stop and something inside would tell him that this wasn't what he was suppose to do with his life. But each and every single time that happened, Kyle would sigh and then continue his work. There was nothing special about him; he was just a lowly peasant, lowest of the low.

Feet were scuffling rather quickly along the palace floors since the person causing them was in a rush. He'd rather be the first to tell the young prince of the exciting news. Unfortunately, he was going at a rather fast pace, causing himself to trip and fall.

"Oh h-hamburgers," the boy mumbled before dusting himself off and continuing on his mission.

"Kyle!"

Kyle looked up from what he was doing to see the eldest of the Donovan boys coming towards him. A look of panic was on his face and he breathlessly stopped in front of Kyle, gasping for air to fill his lungs.

"Clyde, what's the matter?"

"Y-you're...mother and father. They are in the main town square. It's bad Kyle, really bad." Kyle didn't even let Clyde finish as he dropped the tools and sprinted towards the shopping part of the village.

The sweat that came off his body was ignored, and Kyle swiped at his brow a couple times when it had become too much for him. A hoard of people gathered around the middle of the square. He anxiously pushed through the crowd, people yelling at him while he did so, but Kyle did not apologize, he just wanted to see his parents, the people that he hasn't seen in over 3 weeks. He grew angry when he heard a particularly familiar laugh, one that was cruel. He pushed through the inner ring of the crowd, pausing as his gaze fell upon his mother and father, who were currently faced down on the cobblestone street. A rather skinny looking man circled them, a large whip coiled around in his hands. If he would have been a regular man, Kyle would have called him handsome, but whenever the creepy smile came on his face, Kyle couldn't help but think of the opposite. Another man on the sidelines laughed along, his skin was dark and he was watching his friend abuse Kyle's parents, all the while juggling a couple of apples easily.

"Kenny! Hurry up already. We've got better things to do," the dark one called out. The blond named Kenny only nodded and unwind the whip, lashing it out to slash at Kyle's dad's back.

Kyle ran forward as Kenny's whip was just about to hit his mother, but Kyle had blocked it with his arms, and it wrapped around his arm, paying no attention to the pain that struck his body. Kyle yanked his arm back, causing the whip to be ripped from Kenny's hands. The crowd gasped in shock.

"Piss off, bullies. Just leave them alone." Kyle growled at them, and he saw that the darker man stopped his juggling and soon both of them were making their way toward him.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a little punk, Token."

"Looks that way. Maybe we should show him that he shouldn't be interfering in our business."

They both cracked their knuckles, sending a chill up Kyle's back. He turned around for a moment and smiled at his parents, before whispering for them to get back.

The square was quiet, and everyone watched as the three men stood still, the only thing moving were their eyes as they watched for the person that was going to make his first move. It was two against one, and Kyle was sore from his previous work.

Token was the first one to attack, his body moving rather quickly and Kyle had just barely missed his fist that was aimed at his side. Once Token had made his first move, Kenny joined and Kyle surprisingly dodged all of the blows that were meant for him. Kenny soon picked up his whip again and made it crack, the tip just grazing Kyle's shoulder. That gave Token enough time to hit Kyle in the stomach, making the red head become winded. Token fist came into contact with Kyle's multiples times more and Kyle stumbled back in a daze. Kyle felt the blood dripping from his nose and his eye began to swell shut a bit. Token was about to launch another fury of attacks on him when he acted, his leg swivelling around quickly and it caught the side of his head. He heard a large cheer from the crowd erupt and he knew at that point that the villagers were on his side. Kyle kicked Token once again before Kenny came running towards him, the whip dropping to the ground once more, and he threw a bunch of punches at Kyle. He blocked him somehow and swiped at his leg, causing the blond to fall the ground.

Kyle didn't expect for Kenny to recover so quickly and was taken by surprised when he found himself on his back, looking up into the day sky. He moaned and clutched his head, the pain from the fall making his eyesight blur.

Kyle couldn't tell what had happened next. He heard a loud cry and yelling. He heard clanging and punches being thrown as well as the crying out in pain. His eyes were fluttering shut, but a person then leaned over him, his face too dark for Kyle to picture clearly, and soon he was out like a light.

Butters Scotch wasn't a very complicated boy. He listened to his parents, never stole anything in his life, and was faithful to the King. But every time he was in the presence of the crowned prince, he could help but shiver in fear. He was terrifying, to say the least. Most of his co-workers had just called him a pussy, but to be honest, Prince Craig scared the crap out of him.

But, Butters would always put on his brave face every time he brought information before the prince. He wouldn't call his job spying, but, that's basically what he did. This time however, he had gotten a rather large tip about La Résistance; a group of people dead set against the ruling of the King, and try to act out against the government as much as they could. Most of them were thieves and mercenaries, but didn't belong in society to begin with. They were lucky that they captured one of the main leaders on the club, Stanley Marsh, just a few weeks ago, but he has yet to talk. Butters knew that there were more of them out there, that the prince had only killed a small amount of rebels that are in the world.

Butters soon arrived at his destination, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to tell him that he could enter and soon enough a slightly nasally voice answered him.

"What do you want?"

Butters only stared at the closed door for a moment before realizing that he had to answer the prince.

"U-um, just some information a-about La Résistance t-that I thought you'd like to hear," Butters said knocking his fists together. The door was ripped open quickly.

"Get in," Craig growled.

Closing the door behind him, Butters nervously entered the chambers. Expensive silks and beautiful views from the window would make person jealous, especially Butters since his room was located beneath the ground. Butters watched the prince pace back in forth and then, he suddenly stopped. Craig looked at Butters, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face and he stalked up to the shaking blond.

"Tell me everything you know Butters."