"All warriors reporting for duty, Grand Wizard!" Butters voice rang out. The warriors gathered together just outside of the fort. With the exception of Craig, everyone else was there. Cartman stepped out of the tent. He didn't seem to realize that Craig wasn't there yet.

'Oh well,' Kid thought, 'He will soon enough.'

"Nice work Douchebag," the Wizard said, nodding to Kid. The thief's face was stony as he gave a sharp nod. Cartman then turned away, looking over his men.

"Now, all my men are ready to fight for the- Wait a minute." The human leader then did a double take. He then glanced around once. Then twice. Kid frowned. 'Looks like he's noticed.'

"Where is Feldspar?" Cartman asked, "Where is my level 12 thief?" The other warriors held back winces. They glanced at each other, waiting for one of their fellows to answer.

"He's in detention," Token finally said. The boy flinched as Cartman rounded on him.

"What?"

"H-He flipped off the principal," Tweek stuttered in explaination, "So he's in detention again!" Cartman sighed, bringing his hand up to his face. "Oh my God..." After a few moments of silence, the hand dropped and the human Wizard's face became determined.

"If they've locked away our thief in detention, then we have no hope of taking back the Stick of Truth," Cartman said, "We have to break him out!" Tweek flinched, the boy shaking and twitching even moreso than before.

"Agh! No way man! Last time we broke Craig out of detention, we all got in trouble!" The twitching boy flailed slightly as the pressure seemed to get to him. Amelia placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Getting in trouble is a risk that Douchebag is willing to take!" Cartman turned to Kid. Inwardly, Kid was grumbling to himself about the unfairness of it all. 'I knew it... I knew that I would have to bust him out... God damnit. Is this payback for not getting him here in the first place?' Cartman made his way over and placed a hand on his shoulder. Kid wanted to shake it off.

"You have to break out our thief, Douchebag," Cartman said in all seriousness, "But don't worry, I will not let you go unprepared. I am going to teach you how to use magic. Meet me at the training barracks. It's time for you to learn 'Dragonshout'."

With that said, the overweight Wizard let go and quickly walked over to the training grounds. One by one, the others left to return to their duties. With a sigh, Kid was about to follow Cartman when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned to see Dylan. The knight jerked his head and walked into the tent. Kid's expression became confused, but he soon followed.

Inside the tent, Dylan walked over to a stack of comic books and took a seat on them. He nodded to the cardboard box beside him. Kid sat on the box before turning to Dylan, silently asking what it was that he wanted.

"I bet you're wondering more about the Guild," the knight said. Kid nodded in agreement.

"You can ask me anything you like. But make it quick, 'cause Cartman's waiting for you."

"You mentioned something about how 'Fighting fellow members is forbidden unless necessary'. And then you mentioned something called 'flames'." Dylan smirked at Kid's immediate questions. The visor of the knight's helmet fell down over his eyes. Dylan pushed it back up before continuing.

"If we were to fight amongst each other, that would create distrust within the ranks," he explained, "However, there are times when we can't avoid it. Such as our members within the KKK and our member within the Elven kingdom."

"There's a member within the Elven kingdom?" Kid asked, tilting his head. Dylan nodded.

"But remember the rules," the knight added, winking, "We can't rat out fellow members." At this, Kid smiled. Dylan then cleared his throat and continued with his explanation once more. "Now, flames are a bit more trickier to explain. It was actually one of our other members who suggested it; he's a big fan of an anime called Reborn, I think it was. Our flame is based on our fighting prowess, intelligence, fighting power, defense, healing, and deceit.

"I'd go into detail about it, but we don't have much time so I'll just give you a summary." Kid shrugged. A short summary was better than no description at all.

"Based on the above traits," Dylan continued, "We classify each person with their specific flame that is closest to their personality. For example, my flame is Storm. I have a high level of fighting power." Kid frowned.

"What's the difference between fighting power and fighting prowess?" Dylan grinned.

"I knew you would ask that," he teased. Kid rolled his eyes. Dylan then cleared his throat once more. "Fighting power is how much power is put into one's attacks. Fighting prowess is mainly the techinique in one's attacks. By technique, I mean the thought that goes into one's attacks. You have pretty high fighting prowess," Dylan added, much to the thief's surprise, "And you seem pretty smart. Those are rather common traits for those who have a Cloud flame."

"What are the main attributes for flames?" Kid asked. Dylan tapped his chin.

"Well," he then said, "Storms have high fighting power. In addition, they have high intelligence, but not higher then their power, naturally. Clouds are about high fighting prowess. They also have high intelligence, mainly for the thought that they need to put into their attacks. Suns have high healing. They can heal allies with words of motivation. Plus, their fighting power is pretty high. Rains are extremely intelligent. They have a calming effect on just about everyone they come into contact with. Their defense is their second best trait.

"Those who are Lightning flames are very defensive and divert enemies' attention from their allies to themselves. Their second best trait is fighting prowess. Finally, Mist flames are extremely deceitful. Their second best trait is a tie between fighting prowess and fighting power. There's also the occasional Mist with a high healing trait.

"Usually," Dylan then added, "Rains and Storms work best together, as well as Suns and Clouds, surprisingly enough. Mist can work with the Cloud, but they don't always get along. Lightning works best with a Rain or a Storm. Also, Storms can work with Clouds, creating rather devastating results." At this last comment, Kid tapped his chin.

"Is that why we're able to work together so well? Since you're a Storm and I'm a Cloud?" Dylan smiled. "I thought you would notice. It seemed pretty easy to see." Kid thoughtfully gave a nod. Dylan chuckled, standing from the comic-chair he was sitting on. Leaning over, the knight patted his head.

"Anyway, if you have any more questions, come talk to me," he said. "Or you could go to Amelia, I don't think she would mind."

'That explains who the other member within the KKK is,' Kid thought, smacking Dylan's hand away. The other boy grinned.

"Come on," he said, "You better hurry before Cartman comes looking for you." Kid nodded, standing from the cardboard box he was sitting on. As they made to leave the tent, Dylan placed a hand on Kid's shoulder and leaned over to whisper something.

"I might have some Guild assignments for you if you want to do something," he said, "If that's the case, I'll be in my usual spot."

With that, the two left the tent.


"About damn time," he heard Cartman mutter as he drew closer. Kid mentally rolled his eyes, stopping in front of the overweight Wizard. Cartman cleared his throat.

"You fight well, Douchebag," the human leader said, "but in order to truly succeed in combat, you must learn to harness the power... of your farts." At this, Kid's blank expression became stony. 'My farts...?' He thought, 'You have got to be kidding me...' His attention returned to Cartman as the fat boy began to give an explanation. The Wizard was pacing in front of him.

"Farting on an opponent at precisely the right time is key to battle. I shall show you how it's done, but first, you must take the Gentlemen's Oath." Cartman stopped pacing and turned to face him. "You must promise to never, EVER fart on anyone's balls. Okay? Farting on an opponent is necessary, but farting on someone's balls is not cool. Do you understand?" Kid's expression was still stony. Cartman took this as an agreement. "Alright, then let's begin with your training."

"To conjure Dragonshout," the Wizard was saying as they approached one of the training dummies, "you must first clear your mind and take in a deep breath... through your butthole. Like this." With that said, Cartman turned so that his butt faced the dummy. "Then... let it rumble inside... and... Dragonshout!"

The smelly fumes of Cartman's fart seemed to have curled up into a ball and projected itself, exploding as it hit the dummy. Cartman then demonstrated a second time before moving out of the way.

"Now you do it."

Kid was not amused.


Amelia and Kenny were the ones who were assigned to go with him.

Kid didn't mind, though it was a bit awkward with what had happened earlier when he was learning Dragonshout. He had apologized by picking a flower that was in Cartman's backyard and giving it to her (he decided to go with the female gender when referring to Kenny from now on). She had been rather thankful, though he wasn't sure if Kenny had accepted the thanks or not. It was something that he put in the back of his mind in preference for the current task at hand. For now, at least.

The three kids were to go to the school and bust Craig out from detention. It seemed like a simple task, though Kid had this sinking feeling...

In any case, Amelia was the one leading them to the school, her head held high in determination. Kenny walked in the back while Kid walked in the middle. As they passed by the tree that was in between Kid's and Butters' house, the tire swing's rope unraveled. The tire bounced down the slight hill. Both Amelia and Kid stopped in shock as Kenny was hit by the tire and thrown onto the road.

Kenny held onto her head for a moment before giving them a thumbs up.

"Mmph mmphf mmph mmphf!" Kid thought that Kenny had said 'I'm okay you guys!' Kenny got back onto her feet, waving. Both Kid and Amelia smiled and waved back. Then, as Kenny was making her way back to the sidewalk, a large truck came by and slammed right into her. Kid flinched at the sound of bones breaking and blood spurting all over the road. Amelia gasped.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed, "She killed Kenny!"


Somewhere further down the street, in the Broflovski's backyard, the Elven King's head snapped up.

"You bastard!" He shouted, shaking his fist at the sky. The other elves of the kingdom flinched in surprise at the exclamation. A girl with white blonde hair leaned over and placed a hand on her King's arm. The other elves returned their attention to their duties, knowing that their Lady had everything under control.

"My lord? Is everything alright?" Kyle lowered his fist and patted her hand.

"I'm fine, Sabrina," he said calmly. Sabrina bit her lip before sighing. The King's most loyal ranger, Stan Marsh, made his way to the throne, expression confused.

"Kyle? Is something wrong?"

"She killed Kenny." One of the ranger's eyebrows was raised.

"She killed Kenny?"

"She killed Kenny," the King nodded sagely.

"That bastard!" Stan exclaimed.

Sabrina raised a hand to her face, giving an exasperated sigh.


After staring in shock between Amelia, Kenny's dead body, and the sudden shout that came from the house at the end of the street, Kid shook his head and just decided to keep going. He sighed as Amelia began walking ahead to lead the way once more.

It had taken at least thirty minutes, but just as they passed the recreation centre and reached the school, Kenny rejoined them again. Kid noticed, but decided not to question it. If anything, he assumed that it was a more or less normal occurrence in the town of South Park.

Sneaking up to the side of the building, the trio leaned in to peer through an open window. Inside was what Kid assumed to be the cafeteria. A group of students were inside and sitting at the different tables, papers, pencils, and pens scattered before them. Some were actually doing the work before them. However, there was one boy that was looking at his watch and making it no secret.

The boy wore a blue chullo hat upon his head aside from the brown, rogue like attire. Kid assumed that it was Craig. The teacher at the front of the room glanced up from what he was doing, the trio ducking down so that they weren't seen.

"Craig? Craig? This is detention," they heard the man say, "M'kay, stop looking at your watch, 'cause you're in here for three hours buddy! M'kay?" It was quiet before they heard the reply.

"Whatever." Kid snorted in amusement while the other two of his party held back snickers.

"Now," the teacher continued, "Don't think your friends are gonna come bust you out this time, Craig!" The thief's response came back almost immediately.

"My name is Feldspar and I'm a level 12 thief and the humans will soon come rescue me from this tower." Kid brought a hand to cover his mouth to muffle his snickers. The other two had also done the same. The three exchanged grins.

"No," the teacher retorted, "Your name is fuckin' Craig Tucker and you're in detention! Now start doing your homework! M'kay, I've got all the doors sealed and I've got hallway monitors working overtime - nobody is gonna save your ass today Craig! M'kay?!" After this, the detention hall fell into silence. The trio shuffled out from under the window to the front door of the school.

"The best way to bust Craig out," Amelia said, grinning, "is to go in all ballsy. It throws those damn hall monitors off guard! And I do love~ to beat the shit out of hall monitors!" Kenny let out a sound of agreement. Kid snorted in amusement. With that said, Amelia lifted a leg and kicked open the front door. A loud bang was made as the wooden doors slammed into the wall, startling the single hall monitor that was in the room.

"E-Excuse me," the ginger said, "But school is out-" He was cut off mid-sentence by Amelia's fist smashing into his face. The blow knocked him backwards onto the floor, groaning. The girl stood above him, grinning as she readjusted the brass knuckle on her right hand, it having had come loose when she hit him. The hall monitor scrambled back as she approached. Just as his back hit the wall, the ginger pulled out a walkie-talkie.

"Officer down! Officer down! Send backup!"


"I repeat," Mr. Mackey's walkie-talkie said, "Officer down! All hallway monitors to the right hallw- Ack!" The message was cut off. The councillor frowned, hands balling into tight fists.

"Oh, God damnit."

Sitting at his table, Craig pulled out his watch and turned to look at it.

"Heeeere they come," he intoned. Mackey's face snapped to him.

"They're not gonna get you Craig! You're not getting out of detention!" Craig just stared back at the school councillor unemotionally, not even blinking.

"I'll be out of here in ten minutes."


The trio raided the entrance hall before taking the right door; correction, the only open door. Kid found it suspicious, but it's not like he shouldn't have expected it. Amelia did just kick the front door open like a boss and then pummeled the first enemy they faced to mush. The thief shuddered. Girls were scary.

Or maybe that was just Amelia?

In any case, just as they went through the door, a group of hall monitors knocked over several tables that they must have put there as make-shift barriers.

"Intruder alert!" One shouted, "Initiate security protocol!"

Just above the small group of enemies, Kid noticed a sprinkler. He tapped Kenny's shoulder before pointing up at the sprinkler. Kenny nodded, and with her bow, shot. The arrow rung true as it hit the sprinkler, activating it. Kid then pointed to the broken announcement speaker that was just barely hanging from the wall. Kenny shot that too. When the speaker hit the floor below it that was wet because of the sprinkler, an electrical shock ran through the entire group of hall monitors, all of which were standing in the water. Groaning, each fell over one by one.

Vaulting over the barrier, the trio turned the corner to see the cafeteria door. Kid grabbed the knob and struggled to turn it to no avail. He gritted his teeth. Behind the door, the teacher from earlier, Mr. Mackey, began talking.

"You're not gonna get through this door. M'kay," Mackey was saying, "You might as well give up 'cause I've hidden the key somewhere and you'll never find it in my office." Kid smirked. "Aw, damnit... m'kay."

The trio backed away from the door and headed further down the hall in search of the key to the cafeteria.


Kid sighed, picking up the fallen gold key that Kenny had just shot down from the top of the shelf. 'About damn time,' he thought, 'That took way longer then I thought it would be.' He honestly was getting a bit annoyed. From Kenny showing her 'boobs' off to Amelia entirely smashing open the door that led to getting the silver key, he was just extremely tired. Leaving the councillor's office (after Amelia messed around with Mackey's folders), the trio then returned to the cafeteria door.

As Kid was about to unlocked it, a voice spoke up from behind them.

"That's far enough, intruder!"

The three companions turned around to face the person who spoke. It was another hall monitor, making Kid sigh. However, he seemed more beefy than the others.

"Where's your hall pass?"

Silence.

"No hall pass? Then I guess it's time to write you a referral." The boy pulled out a rather large stick with what appeared to be a heavy chain, a dodge ball attached. Mr. Mackey's voice came from behind the cafeteria door.

"Oh yeah," the councillor said, "That's the boss. Good luck fighting the boss, m'kay. You still think this is a game, young man?"

"God fucking damnit," Amelia hissed, "They're starting to really piss me off!"

The trio pulled out their weapons. The hall monitor then pulled out a walkie-talkie, calling up several more hall monitors. Kenny placed an arrow into her bow and aimed, firing at the first ginger that she had in her sights. Amelia and Kid rushed forwards, Kid taking on the Boss while Amelia dealt with the other guy.

Kid ducked the dodge ball weapon thing (he wasn't even going to try to figure out what that was), snapping out an attack with his newly acquired metre stick. His old dagger was all well and good, but he preferred weapons that had longer reach. The stick struck the Boss, however, the heavy armor he was wearing blocked most of the damage. Kid sneered. Looks like he would have to try something else.

Further away, Amelia dodged the enemy's attack. She faked her own while stepping in close before nailing the poor ginger in the jaw, hard. The boy fell over completely defeated when Kenny, having finished with her own opponent, had shot a triple combo at him. With the smaller mobs defeated, the two then went over to give Kid a hand.

Kid rolled out of the way of another of the Boss' attacks. Kenny aimed with her bow and fired several shots. The Boss charged forwards, slamming right into the Princess and flinging her into the wall. Kid saw blood falling to the ground before Kenny flopped down into the puddle herself. He blinked.

"Oh my God, he killed Kenny," he said out loud.

"That bastard," came Craig's muffled reply from inside the cafeteria. Amelia raised an eyebrow at Kid.

"You can talk?" Kid rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the Boss once more.

The Boss gave a roar before rushing Kid. Kid rolled out of the way towards Amelia, the girl then running forwards with a powerful double punch. This blow made the Boss stumble. Kid then ran forward, sliding under the boy's legs and snatching one of his many belongings. He then leaped to his feet, swinging his metre stick at the Boss' head.

The Boss groaned, stumbling forwards right into Amelia's final punch. The blow was so powerful that it flung the hall monitor Boss right into the door to the cafeteria, slamming it open. The ginger landed right in front of Mr. Mackey, groaning. Silence fell over the entire cafeteria before Craig stood from his seat and left through the open door, following the two KKK warriors.

"Thanks for busting me out, kid," Craig said once they got outside, "Who are you?" Kid gave a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. When he didn't say anything, Amelia turned to Craig.

"He doesn't really talk. Except for earlier." She turned back to him, hands on her hips, "Why you no talk?" Craig snorted, shaking his head.

"My name is Kid."

Craig and Amelia both turned to him. Craig raised an eyebrow.

"Kid? Really?" Kid blushed lightly. Craig smirked.

"I think we'll get along just fine," the chullo wearing boy drawled. A realization came to Kid and he reached into his pocket, pulling out Cartman's note and handing it to Craig. The other boy took it, shoving the piece of paper into his pocket. Amelia then took hold of Craig's hand.

"Do you want to get ice cream or something before we head back to Cartman's place?" Craig shrugged. "Sure, why not?" Amelia's smile brightened. She then turned to Kid.

"You can come too, Kid. That is, if you want to." Kid blinked in surprise.

"R-Really?"

"Come on," Craig said, jerking his head in the direction of town. Kid grinned, joining the two on a trip to get ice cream.


Upon arriving at Cartman's house once more, the other human warriors of the KKK cheered at the victory. Kenny had arrived early to update them on how the mission had gone, something that Kid didn't really think about. Cartman then called for all of their attention.

"Gentlemen," Cartman began, "and Lady," he added upon seeing Amelia's glare, "thanks to the new kid, our entire army has assembled! It is my belief that the new kid deserves to rank up in level. To honor his efforts, he will no longer be called Douchebag." Kid raised an eyebrow at this from his spot between Craig and Dylan. Cartman turned to him with a smirk.

"New kid, I hereby dub thee Sir Douchebag. Congratulations!" Kid felt himself glare at the offending fat boy. Cartman simply shook it off though, returning his attention to the others.

"But now, it is time to take what is rightfully ours. A carrier raven has some news that the Stick of Truth has not yet been taken to the Elven forest." At this, just about everyone leaned forward in anticipation.

"It is currently in the possession of... the Bard."

There were several gasps. Kid raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"The Bard is a level 10 Drow elf who can use magic to enchant and destroy his enemies," Butters explained. Kid frowned. Cartman's voice drew him out of his thoughts.

"If the carrier ravens are correct," the Wizard said, "the Bard is hiding out at the Inn of the Giggling Donkey. We must find him before he is able to take the Stick of Truth back to the Elven forest. However, before we do that..." Cartman turned to Kid.

"Sir Douchebag! It is time to continue your training! Meet me at the training grounds."

As Cartman walked away, Kid gritted his teeth, angrily flipping the fat boy off. Beside him, Dylan, Craig, and Amelia snickered quietly. 'I really hate that that fat ass is telling me what to do... He has no right...'