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Chapter 22

"Kenny… I just… I don't know," Stan began to think that Kenny was a total madman, "How could… a mere human being violate a law of nature?"

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"Oh, yeah…" Stan looked in the air, "That time, you said your head hurt, and I felt perfectly fine. Why was that?"

Sigh… Kenny soughed, Stan, whatever you do, you cannot tell anyone of what I'm about to do. Do you promise?

Yes, Stan nodded somewhat impatiently.

Very well. If you really do vow, I'll do it.

I swear I won't tell anyone, Kenny. I swear upon my honor and to the goddesses.

Stan and Kenny then stepped away from each other. The apostle waited as Kenny held his arms out to his sides, closed his eyes, and began to chant some odd language, similar to that of galdrar that Stan had heard. The wind surrounding the kid in orange hummed a merry tune, inviting fallen leaves and moist soil to join its dance. This turn of events summoned a light around Kenny, which sprouted from his back, going outward. About ten seconds later, the poverty-stricken kid had wings even larger than Kyle's, and his hood was off.

"K-Kenny!!" Stan brought his hand immediately to his mouth, "You mean… you're a-"

"Yes," Kenny bobbed his head, his sun-golden hair making the angels jealous, "I am… a full-blooded heron laguz, and the only one on planet Earth."

"So, does that mean…" Stan put his hands down, "…that Kyle and I are related to you?"

"Only distantly," Kenny answered, "This is why my head hurt that one day. The goddess of chaos, Yune, was in Kyle's body. As a full-fledged heron, I sicken when the spirit of chaos is so near. But that's not the point, now, is it? I let my heron blood awaken… for Kyle's sake."

"Right," Stan made his way near Kyle, stooping down when he reached him, "So, Kenny… what's the plan into bringing Kyle from the dead?"

"As you may know, we herons can sing galdrar," Kenny started to elucidate as he picked Kyle up, "If one is at least half-heron, such as Kyle, then a galdr can be sung. However, there is one galdr that can only be sung by one of the 5 sons of Fleance, the very first heron. I just so happen to be one of them. This galdr I am about to sing… is the galdr of revival."

"Galdr… of revival?" Stan twitched his ears in interest, "You mean… your song can revitalize my boyfriend from the dead?"

"Yes, but…" Kenny already had Kyle in a clear, high hill nearest the lake, "…this galdr costs something of the singer. Depending on who the person to be revived is, and how long they have been dead, the singer must sleep for a particular period of time."

"Uh-oh…" Stan's cat ears went from being erect to sad and low, "How long will you have to sleep?"

"Well, Kyle hasn't been dead for very long, so that's a plus. But since he is half heron, complications will ensue. Taking this all into account, I'd say about… 50 years."

"50?!" Stan jumped at hearing the outrageous number, "Th-That's far too long! Half a century, Kenny, half a century!! I'd be worried sick about you! And I wouldn't be the only one! Your parents will probably be dead by that time!!"

"Do you want your husband-to-be back or what?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"Look, Stan," Kenny temporarily walked to Stan, setting his hands on the confounded apostle's shoulders, "I'm doing this because you're my friend. I want to help friends, and I know how troubled you'd be with Kyle no longer living. I… I couldn't possibly bear the pain of watching you live with such pain, or kill yourself as if you two were Romeo and Juliet. Besides, you and Kyle will not look much older at all fifty years from now. After all, you're a heron Branded and Kyle's half heron! Do you understand, Stan? "

"Y-Yes…" Stan barely consented, allowing a tear to roll down his cheek, "If that is what you wish, then sing the galdr of revival."

"I'm glad we're on the same page, Apostle Stanley Marsh Kirsch Altina," Kenny pronounced Stan's full name with wondrous clarity, once again standing right before Kyle, "Luckily, unlike other galdrar, the galdr of revival doesn't need any special preparations before it is sung. Thus, I shall sing it right away. Take good care of everyone, will you?"

"Yes, Kenny," Stan barely managed to contain his tears, therefore letting them out, "I'll make sure… that everything you love on this Earth is taken care of with vigilance."

"I'm glad to hear it," Kenny grinned one final time before turning around. The heron hesitated for about five seconds, but opened his mouth to sing:

~all in the ancient tongue~

"O great gods from above,

Bring back this lost soul from the depths of the Earth,

One who wishes to become one with the light of life…

The light…"

When Kenny had finished his song, he immediately collapsed to the floor, his life almost completely drained away. Stan instantly scuttled to his boyfriend's side, looking for any changes in his appearance. He noticed that the amount of Kyle's wounds quickly decreased, eventually becoming nothing. His heart wound took the longest to heal, but disappeared, as if it was never there.

"Kyle…?" Stan's voice still quivered, "Are you… alive now?"

"Hmm?" Kyle barely managed himself up, holding his hand to his forehead, "Ow… my head… it's killing me. Stan, where am I?"

"Oh, Kyle!" Stan unexpectedly threw himself at the wolf prince, "It's Kenny! He's… he's… Waaaaaaaaah!!!!"

"Oh, Stan…" Kyle brushed Stan's hair out of his face, then looked at Kenny's unconscious body in front of him, "Oh my God, they killed Kenny!!"

"*hic* You… bastards…" Stan managed to utter through his seemingly eternal tears, "Actually…"

"Holy crap!" Kyle plucked a pearl-white feather from one of Kenny's wings, "He's… a heron?!"

"Yes…"

"Why is he dead?"

"He ain't dead. He sung a 'galdr of revival' to revive you from the dead, which is now putting him to sleep for half a century."

"Well, what are we going to do now?"

"We'll have to move him to his house so that his parents will know," Stan ceased crying, taking hold of Kenny on one side, "Here, help me carry him."

"Okay…" Kyle consented, helping Stan carry the comatose heron all the way to the beat-up McCormick house. Since Stark's Pond was very far away from their house, it was already nightfall when they reached it.

"I'll knock," Stan gently let go of Kenny, walking right towards the door, knocking on it.

"Yes?" Carol happened to be the one to answer the door, "May I- Waaaaa!"

"Oh my God…" Stuart came to the front door shortly after his wife answered it, "What happened to my son?! Come inside, boys, and tell us."

"Okay," Stan and Kyle both nodded, explaining the whole situation to Kenny's parents.

"I see…" Carol nodded, "Half a century, huh? Stuart and I may be alive by then… But we must stop drinking and smoking so much if we want to see our little boy awake again."

"A wise decision, Mrs. McCormick," Kyle concurred.

"*sniff* Oh, my…" Carol buried her face in her son's chest, "Stuart, our son… he's not going to do anything for another 50 whole years…"

"There, there, Carol," Stuart consoled his wife, with tears in his eyes, "He'll come back. He's not dead forever."

But just as things were getting ever so tender, Stan walked out on the crying couple, Kyle following him close by.

"Stan, wait!" Kyle aimed to get Stan to stop, "Where are you going?"

"To my house!" Stan shouted without even looking back. He swiftly landed on his front doorstep, almost flying (literally) through his front door.

"Stan Marsh!" Randy scolded as his son barged in with his best friend, "I hope you have a good explanation for- Hey, get back here!!"

"Stan, wait up!" Kyle chased his distressed boyfriend all the way to his room, "Stan! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"*sniff* Did you... *hic* see the looks on their faces at seeing their unconscious son?" Stan bawled.

"Apostle, calm down…" Kyle tried to get close, but was shoved off.

"It… it was all due to my selfish request!" Stan cried, "If… if I had protected you, he wouldn't have had to sing that galdr… Dammit! It's all my fault!!"

"Stan…" Kyle managed to embrace the young apostle without being refused.

"But you know what?" Stan looked up at Kyle's sparkling eyes.

"What?"

"At least I'm glad that… we can be together again…" Stan cried, "After all, I don't want Kenny's sacrifice to be in vain."

"You're right…" Kyle nodded as he and Stan were now sitting on the bed, "But Stan… I don't want you to think too much on it… Just think of me if you feel down…"

"B-but Kyle!" Stan jolted when Kyle unbuttoned his coat, "How could you say that? After being friends with him since we were 3 years old, how could you say that?"

"Kenny wouldn't want you to dwell on this so much," Kyle's chest was now totally bare, as was Stan's, "If you did, you would never move on in life… and he would definitely not want that."

"You're right…" Stan finally let it go, "To get my mind of this… will you please give me the time of my life tonight?"

"My, my," Kyle smiled, "It's not like you to easily give in to my advances."

"It's like you said – if we are to get married, we should get used to the idea of being in bed together a lot."

"That is so true," Kyle took of his pants, underwear, hat, and gloves on his own, as did Stan.

"I'm ready for a second time…" Stan politely lay himself down, "What will you do to me first, Prince Kyle?"

"Heh," Kyle positioned his lips over Stan's left nipple, Shouldn't a goddess' voice be telling you that?

Idiot! Stan replied as Kyle's slick tongue trailed down his stomach, You know that my ability to hear their voices are nullified when I'm completely love-struck! Ah!

Stan shook when he felt Kyle's steamy breath on his cock. The warmth of this breath instantly became wet as Kyle shoved the whole shaft into his mouth, feeling the head touch the back of his throat. The quivering member continuously stabbed it as Kyle bobbed his head up and down.

"Ah… Kyle, I'm… I'm com-" Stan was about to say the word "coming", but 90% of the flowing, white semi-liquid had already entered straight into Kyle's throat. The wolf prince had tasted and swallowed 5% more.

"Mm…" Kyle licked the final 5% off of his own fingers, "Strawberries and cream could not even merit the deliciousness of this."

"That can't be true…" Stan wanted to put a pillow above his face, "Are you… going to put it in now?"

"Good guess!" Kyle laughed silently.

Stan smiled in return, opening his legs wide to allow Kyle's throbbing man-rod to enter his tiny opening.

"Oh my God…" Stan's oxygen levels seemed to rapidly decrease with every firm thrust that Kyle gave, "This is… this is even more intense than when you last did me, Kyle."

"I know. You feel so much better inside…"

"And so do you."

These words held especially true when the two happened to climax at the exact same time, and so much sooner than before.

"*huff* *huff * Phew…" Kyle panted, allowing his member to leave Stan as the apostle's hole overflowed a white waterfall, "You come way too easily, Stan."

"Well, I should say the same to you!" Stan grinned as he felt Kyle's heart race on his stomach, "You climaxed at the same time I did!!"

"Oh, whatever!" Kyle got up, softly touching his lips to Stan's.

Kyle, I really love you… Stan permitted Kyle's heartbeat to mingle with his own, hugging him tightly, So please… don't you dare leave my side.