As I opened my eyes, the first things I saw were stars. I sat up and looked around. I was surrounded by stars, planets, and even galaxies on all sides. I stood up and noticed that I was standing on a rocky platform. I closed my eyes, knowing instantly where I was. The Intermediate Realm.

The Intermediate Realm is a dimension in between the Mortal Realm and the various spirit realms. It is a place where beings with powerful spirits come to converse in secret. Most of the time, this occurs when prophets (also known as messengers) of different religions or beliefs meet to discuss the actions of their followers. This is one such meeting.

Summoning a mirror, I saw that my Elven Ranger outfit was gone. Instead, I was wearing a crown of yellow flowers and a white toga with a golden rope acting as a belt. I sighed. This outfit did not hold good memories for me, but I guess it can't be helped.

Stanley Marsh.

I heard a powerful voice echo in my head, calling my name. I spoke back, knowing exactly who it was.

"Hello, Sage Amsel." I said calmly, turning to the source of the voice. How typical of him. Even in this realm, he still doesn't speak out loud.

Across from me, on another floating platform, sat a dragon. He was a typical European dragon, with four legs and two wings. His scales were jet black, the color of obsidian, and he was staring at me with a pair of glowing crimson eyes. He was sitting in a crouched position with his spade-shaped head lowered over his chest. His tail was curled around him so that the arrowhead tip was pointed at me and his wings were held above him, extended halfway. The long, dark blue talons on his paws were kneading the platform underneath him, crumbling the rock, although it just kept reforming. I never thought I would have the privilege of meeting such a powerful being in this life. This was the rarest of messengers. The Spirit of a Dragonborn.

Dragonborns are one of the most misunderstood of all the spiritual beings. Even though they look like demons that would serve the devil, they are actually a rare group of angels. They are sent to the Mortal Realm once every thousand years or so to watch over the creatures that inhabit it. Dragonborns have several defining characteristics. First of all, they always desire to help others, and they don't like keeping people as enemies. They also don't usually reveal much about themselves, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. However, they also have the ability to make friends quickly and easily, drawing them into the very spotlight they despise. That ability does, however, make them an effective tool of unification. Having a Dragonborn as an enemy is very dangerous, since you might as well have the whole world as an enemy, but having one as an ally can make almost anything possible, since it would mean having the whole world as an ally.

What is funny?

"Oh nothing." I replied, laughing, "Just that you look like a cat."

It was true. The way he was sitting, the way his tail twitched slightly, even the way his claws dug into the platform he sat on. All of it made him look like a cat. He snorted.

Now is not the time to be fooling around, L. Ron Hubbarb.

That stopped my laughter immediately. I did NOT like being called by the name of my former incarnation. I may not have mentioned this, but those Scientologist guys were right. I really am the founder and prophet of Scientology. That's why I have the power to come to this realm.

"You are right, Dragonborn." I agreed, emphasizing his title. I knew he didn't like it any more than I liked mine. His title carried horrible memories. I felt a little bad for using it, knowing what it carried. Then again, I still haven't gotten Tom Cruise out of my closet, so I guess we're even.

Your King was speaking the truth.

I looked up, startled. That had come out of nowhere. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

I cannot sense anything suggesting a lie in your spirit, and your bond with Kyle makes it so that I can see parts of his soul through yours. You do not have the Stick.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, slightly offended, "Of course we don't have the Stick. I already told you that Cartman-"

Doesn't have it, either.

I looked at Sage with a mixture of shock and confusion. "What? How do you know?" I demanded.

It's obvious when he lies. He can't keep a grin off his face.

I was taken aback. Woah. He's really observant. Then again, I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from a Dragonborn.

"Ok, then. If neither the elves nor the humans have the Stick, then who does?" I asked, getting frustrated.

I don't know. But I do know how to find out.

"Really?"

Yes. A Twitter message will be sent stating that both kings have hidden the Stick in their desks. The message will be sent anonymously in such a way that it will be easy for both kingdoms to see it. An immense battle will take place at the school. I believe all will be made clear then.

"I see." I muttered after hearing Sage's explanation, looking into the river that represented time (which we were out of) and seeing it for myself. The result of the battle, however, was unclear. "And who will you fight for?"

Both.

"That's not possible. You have to pick a side." I informed him.

Yes, it is, and no, I don't. I know what I will do, and I am willing to tell you as well.

"Alrighty then. Spill." I said impatiently. Time does not exist in the Intermediate Realm, so no matter how long we stay here, it'll only seem like a few minutes to the Mortal Realm (which was how long we planned to leave our physical bodies unconscious), but I still wanted to see Kyle again. He was probably worrying himself sick.

When are you going to tell people about your relationship?

I looked up at the glowing red eyes that were looking down at me curiously. I smiled knowingly. "I don't know. When are you going to tell people about yours?" I asked. He just snorted again.

Whenever my partner is ready. Tweek and Craig already know.

"Your answer is as good as mine." I stated, looking at him and raising an eyebrow, "Damn, you work fast."

A Dragonborn's life has never been slow.

My gaze softened at the sorrow in the angel's mental voice, jumping over to his platform and placing a hand on his side in an offer of friendship, which I felt him accept. "Now come on. Tell me. What's your plan?"

It's quite simple, actually. Here's what we're going to do…