Disclaimer - Don't own south park or any of the characters, just bored and wanted to write something fun.

Authors note – Sorry about the slower updates the past few days, that's probably going to be the norm from now on I'm finally getting better enough to where I am allowed to exercise again and I'm trying to be more active. Sat on my ass for like a month. Also video games have eaten my life over the past few days. Like always, review if you like! Or if you hate! Suggestions! Comments! Concerns! If you're offended though, you would not believe the fucks I do not give!

Chapter 16

At School in the student council room...

Wendy, Kenny, and Butters were sitting eating their lunches. They'd all texted Stan happy birthday and asked him where he and Kyle were. Though Stan was spotty when it came to answering his phone most of the time when the two boys hung out so they just assumed they'd skipped school to celebrate Stan's birthday. Butters thought it was nice and while Kenny agreed he wasn't gonna say it out loud, not with the stormy goddess in the room. She was still pissed about Stan forgetting their date the night before. She'd gotten almost no time to spend with him since their date the previous Saturday other than the usual time they spent in school. She acted as though everything was fine but Kenny could tell she was off. The temperature in the room kept fluctuating from uncomfortably warm to chilly. "Hey Wendy, do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" Butters finally asked, Kenny wasn't surprised he'd picked up on it as well, the temperature was a dead give away that all was not well in paradise.

"Nothing is bothering me Butters, I don't know what you could be talking about." Wendy said stiffly, she'd purposefully been avoiding looking at anyone all day so far.

"No Butters is right Wendy, something is obviously bothering you." Kenny stuck in, he wasn't sure it was a good idea to probe a goddess when she was moody, but being a fellow god he probably was the only one who could. "You've been off since last night. Or really you've been off since yesterday afternoon at lunch." Kenny remembered how upset she'd gotten during lunch.

"I don't want to talk about it." Wendy said trying to keep her voice and her mind calm and emotionless.

"But Wendy, It isn't good to keep emotions bottled up!" Butters piped in, Kenny kept quiet though, he could sense the danger.

"Enough!" Wendy yelled and the room shook and creaked. The sky outside darkened and the wind blew fiercely suddenly. Wendy always tried to suppress these more unpleasant emotions in check Kenny knew. The world was heavily influenced by a god or goddesses emotions. Wendy had always been of the mind that gods should try to keep their emotions either positive or neutral for the world's sake. She never allowed herself to be sad or to mope or to get angry, because she knew bad things would happen if she did. It was a lesson Kenny had to learn the hard way several years ago, and it was why he was now called the broken god. He didn't want Wendy to share a similar fate.

"Wendy, this is just a suggestion, but have you ever asked Stan's mom to suppress your sight?" The weather outside calmed slightly and became just a few bursts of wind.

"What do you mean?" Wendy asked, she looked at him, but as usual she couldn't see very deep only the raw top emotions. It was why she liked spending time with Butters and Kenny. She couldn't read Kenny and Butters was always so forth coming and honest it didn't matter that she could see everything, he had nothing to hide. They were the only people that made her feel normal.

"I mean, I think maybe it would be best if you stopped looking into people the way you do. Suppress some of your godly abilities, be normal for a while."Kenny said not sure if it was even possible to do, but if anyone could it would be Mrs. Sharon, she'd helped him and Butters back then as well. "She's very good at sealing magic right? She even sealed portions of your power when you were little because you didn't know how to control it." Wendy wasn't sure how to feel about Kenny's suggestion. On the one hand it was exactly what she wanted, normal she could almost be a normal girl if she didn't have this sight. But on the other she didn't like the idea of running away from what she really was.

"I don't know...It might not even be possible to suppress it now, like a normal person a god's power grows as they do, only at a much more exponential rate." She said though she knew Kenny was already aware of this.

"Hmm you sound almost normal now Wendy, making excuses because you're afraid." Butters added in honestly, he never liked to mince words. She just stared at him dumbfounded.

"I'm a god, I don't get scar-" Kenny cut her off though.

"Gods or humans, we all have emotions and needs, I personally am of the old Greek god persuasion, while you seem to have a more monotheistic approach to being a deity." Kenny said smirking. "Now the Greek gods, they new how to party, they knew how to be human." She wasn't sure what he was trying to get at. The Greek pantheon had been a chaotic mess and is thought to have destroyed itself because of their rampant passions. "They allowed themselves to feel Wendy, they made mistakes, they had emotions. Same as you do. It's very arrogant to think yourself above human emotion you know, especially when all you've ever wanted was to be one." Kenny knew he'd hit the mark with his last comment. He'd felt the same thing growing up, he guessed probably most gods did, though he'd only met a few besides Wendy.

"We aren't like them Kenny." Wendy declared defiantly. Kenny hated when she got like this, because she could learn everything so easily she never doubted that she was right.

"You're right, we aren't like Stan, Kyle, and Butters. We're gods, which makes it that much more important that we express our emotions, otherwise the world will do it for us." Kenny nodded to the one window where a nasty storm could be seen brewing in the sky. Wendy looked at it for a long time, her thoughts swirling just like the clouds. She knew Kenny was right, for once he was right, she pulled out her phone and dialed the Marsh residence.

At Stan's house...

The phone rang several times before Sharon got to it. She had been in the middle of wrapping Stan's birthday present and wanted to finish before walking away. "Hello?" She answered and was surprised by who was on the other end. "Oh hello Wendy dear, how can I help you? Stanley isn't here ri-" She stopped cut off surprised but smiled picturing the child on the other end. "Of course I will help you dear. Come over whenever you feel like, now is just fine if that's what you want." She listened to the speaker for a few more seconds before saying good bye. "See you soon Wendy." She hung up the phone and smiled knowingly. She had guessed Wendy would ask this of her eventually. Wendy may be a god but she was also a child, and knowing everything and everyone at a glance had to be hard on her. Only powerful mages and other gods could hide their true nature from her. She had worried when Wendy had taken a liking to Stan, because she knew the girl would know his every thought and feeling better than he did. She thought it push her away, but for some reason it seemed to have made her chase him harder. She saw something in Stan that she didn't see in anyone else and even knowing exactly what he thought and felt she still wanted to be with him, mortal or not.

"Sharon, what was that about?" Randy said, finally coming down from his buzz.

"Wendy is coming over dear, It's time dear, I need you to get me the things I prepared." Randy nodded slowly to his wife, even in his less than sober state he knew this was a big deal.

An hour later...

Kenny, Butters, and Wendy sat in Stan's basement with his two parents and the elderly grandpa Marsh who insisted on being a witness to the spell Sharon had been working on in secret for years. "Alright the preparations are just about set..." She mumbled finishing carving the last symbol into the charred wooden mat they had prepared.

"Wendy are you sure about this?" Randy asked, his wife wanted to hit him just then, of course she wasn't sure, but she needed to do this. Wendy nodded her head and stepped forward onto the mat cautiously. She looked at the symbols but the way they were arranged made no sense to her, she had no knowledge of whatever magic Sharon was going to try.

"Now Wendy dear I need you to keep your eyes closed from now on OK? I'm not entirely sure but I think if you see the spell you might prevent it from taking affect." Wendy nodded closing her eyes. She was scared then, she wasn't use to being afraid of anything. Kenny must have noticed because he and Butters both told her it was going to be OK. She nodded her head slowly.

"Will this really work? Can you really bind my sight to prevent me from looking into other people's souls?" She couldn't see it but she could feel Sharon smirking.

"Of course it will work, but to what degree we won't know until we try. It may completely take away the ability while it remains bound or it may just weaken it." To Wendy though, either sounded wonderful. To see people as they appeared to be, to let them remain a mystery, to not know every person's dirty secrets and inner most desires from a glance. "Are you ready dear?" Wendy took a deep breath and nodded quickly.

"Yes I'm ready, hurry before I change my mind." But she realized Sharon had already started the spell a few moments ago. She hadn't noticed the build up of magic outside the area of the mat surprisingly. In fact she couldn't feel any magic beyond that small area, the symbols somehow had bound her magical sense into this small area. Kenny and Butters watched silently next to Randy and Grandpa Marsh. He had seen Stan's mother use some incredible magic before, she was the only reason he and the other blond were even alive at this point after all. But even so it was still amazing to behold, the air in the basement rippled and shook. He could feel it pull at him maddeningly and he had to close his own eyes for a moment to steady himself. Butters was thoroughly entranced watching Mrs. Sharon work. The air had taken on a green smokey tint then. Sharon had a wand of charred wood in one and what looked like some sort of carved bone in the other, ivory maybe? Kenny wasn't exactly an expert in magic, even back when he could use it he had never been very skilled and his magic always had chaotic and unpredictable side affects. Sharon stopped moving then and pointed the charred wood at Wendy.

"SUPPRESS! BIND! SEAL! BEND! SOOTH! REFLECT!..." Butters eyes widened he couldn't keep up with the number of consecutive spells Sharon was casting. Each word a spell, each spell a piece of a larger work. Kenny had seen Butters put a couple spells together before but never like this, he lost count at twenty eight spells. Finally she seemed done, but then she took a deep breath and pointed the carved ivory at Wendy and began another long string of spells. "DENY! HIDE! DEFY!..." Kenny once again tried to keep count this time losing count somewhere around fifty words. The whole room was humming by this point and Wendy seemed to be at the center of a storm. Her appearance seeming more supernatural by the second. Her hair was floating and seemed to be stretching outwards reaching, her skin looked as though it were made of moonlight, and Kenny was certain if her eyes were open he was certain none of the humans in this room would survive for very long. The basement walls began to flex inwardly and Wendy let out a scream but she kept her eyes clenched shut. The stairs out of the basement appeared to melt before their very eyes. The whole world seemed to be falling apart as Wendy was wracked with pain.

"Is that supposed to happen?" Butters asked nervously looking to Randy and Grandpa Marsh, both just shrugged. Sharon was the one who had created the spell and they doubted even she knew what was supposed to happen. Sharon looked around for a moment pausing mid spell. She held up the charred wood outward from her and began a new spell. "DISPEL! REVERT! SUPPRESS!" Suddenly the walls and stairs all went back to normal and Sharon continued with her spell as though she had never stopped. This went on for over an hour. Sharon would finish one set of spells and then Randy would hand her another magical focus and she would begin another. By the end he could hear how hoarse she was becoming and figured that even as a sorcerer she must be exhausted. Wendy had stopped screaming about forty five minutes ago and simply floated in the air facing the ceiling mouth wide open eyes sealed shut. Her hair extraordinarily long was reaching out but didn't seem to be able to leave the mat. And then it was over.

"Done!" Sharon said dropping to her knees and nearly toppling over before Randy caught her. Butters and Kenny watched as Wendy's landed somewhat anticlimactically and opened her eyes. They both gasped.

"No way..." Butters said covering his mouth with his hands. Kenny just whistled and shook his head. Sharon was leaning back seeming like she was about to pass out watching Wendy with a smile on her face.

"What did you do...?" Wendy asked looking at her ordinary hands. Sharon smiled a little wider then.

"As a sorcerer I take a bit of pride in my magic, I decided this was one of those moments that called for above and beyond." Randy helped sit her up a little bit more. "So tell me how do you feel?" Wendy looked around the room and took a step but something wrapped around her foot and she tripped slamming her chin hard into the ground.

"OW! Fucking hell! Wha-" That had hurt, Wendy had never felt pain before, and she'd never tripped either. Her powers had always prevented any injury automatically. She looked down to see that her hair was now several yards long. She huffed and then began willing it to shorten like she usually did, nothing happened. Her eyes widened as she concentrated harder, still nothing happened, she attempted to float back to her feet but nothing. Her eyes were filled with confusion as she turned to Sharon who looked even more tired than before. "What's going on?!"

"I bound everything that made you a goddess dear. Not just your sight but all your otherworldly abilities. Your supernatural balance, the ability to manipulate your appearance, flight. All of it is sealed now." Wendy looked deep in herself and she could feel magic, but it seemed so little compared to what she had before. Sharon spoke again sensing what she was doing. "I also sealed a majority of your magic, now you've only got about as much as Kyle and Butters." Wendy just looked at her dumbfounded.

"So what are you saying...?" She was felt so many things she wasn't use to, confusion, pain, apprehension. Sharon just laughed deeply for a few moments.

"Looks like the spell was a complete success, Wendy dear, I made you human." Wendy just stared at her from her tangled mess of hair dumbfounded once more. Kenny and Butters were still marveling at what they were seeing. They looked at every inch of Wendy's plain ordinary face, and she turned to look at them with bright green eyes.

Outside Stan's house...

It was late afternoon and Stan and Kyle were finally coming back from the arcade. They'd seen Kingsman and then decided to stay for a second movie, not quite as good Seventh Son. They'd then gone to the arcade for several hours playing every two player co-op and versus game in the establishment, it being a school day there were very few people other than a few stoners and bored college kids. "That was awesome dude!" Kyle said excited, he still hadn't figured out what to get Stan but he figured worse case scenario he'd just get it a few days late and then surprise him even more when he got a present on a day he wouldn't expect one.

"I know right? We need to do this more often! Which by the way is pretty feasible since you now have a full time paying job." Kyle just looked at him raising an eyebrow. Sure getting twenty bucks per monster wasn't bad for a freshman in high school but that wasn't gonna pay the bills.

"Hunters are given tasks by the larger organization I told you about, successful completion of said missions earns a commission of several hundred to several thousand dollars depending on the inherent risk. Beginner hunters like us also are given an allowance of five hundred per week. Higher ranking hunters like my parents and grandpa receive several thousand a week each and my mother being a sorcerer gets way more. Which I guess means you should start getting paychecks in the mail..." Stan said rambling on. This was news to Kyle but he supposed it made sense, Jimbo's shop was only open for a few hours a week and hardly ever sold anything, and Stan's parents didn't seem to have normal jobs so they had to be earning money some how. Now it made sense why they never seemed to worry about money, from the sounds of it, they may be almost as well off as the Broflovski house, who worked for a law firm.

"So basically, you're saying school doesn't matter because we already have a job that can support us?" Kyle said watching his friend nod.

"See now you're getting it Ky-" Kyle slammed his fist down on top of Stan's head and put him in a headlock giving him a noogie. Stan squirmed as Kyle ground his fist into the top of Stan's head.

"So you think you can just skip out on learning now that you're a big shot monster hunter?!" Stan knew he'd just stepped on a landmine, Kyle had always been adamant that everyone go to school to learn the bare minimum even if they had some sort of family business to go into. "Affluence does not pardon ignorance Stanley!" As Kyle dragged him to his own front door he knew he wasn't gonna hear the end of this for a while. Kyle stopped the noogie to open the door with his free hand and began dragging Stan into the living room.

"Come on Kyle I'm sor-" He stopped as he noticed the excess number of people in his living room. His mother was laying asleep on the couch his father and grandfather were discussing something in the entryway to the kitchen and Kenny and Butters were standing on either side of Wendy who was currently sitting in a low backed chair. Stan couldn't take his eyes off Wendy at that moment. She was staring right back into his with bright green orbs. Her skin didn't seem to have It's usual moonlight quality and had taken a light pink tone. Her face seemed plain as well, though not in a bad way, she was still very beautiful, but it no longer seemed abnormally perfect. And her hair was the biggest thing, she'd always had long hair down her back and would will it to different lengths whenever the fancy struck her. But now there were severed locks of her hair all over the floor and she had only simple shoulder length hair. She seemed so beautiful to Stan in that moment that he just stared.

"Well Stan?" She asked getting impatient. "How do I look?"

Authors Note – And another chapter down woo! Review please! And to all you Style and Stendy fans, nothing has been decided! Bromance or Romance? Which will it be? Maybe I'll flip a coin!