A/N: To all of my readers who have been here since the beginning. I know by this point you're going to hate me for making so many changes in the story. I really really hope I don't kill it by doing so. I've been doing a lot of planning with this story and rearranging a lot of things to set the stage for the next story. Yes, I am planning on writing a sequel to this story. Also, after looking through the story, I realized that there are some places that needed to be developed further, even some of the characters needed to be developed more as well. This is another reason why I'm making these additions/revisions, because I want to fill in some of the gaps to make the readers understand better. I am really sorry, and I really do appreciate your patience with me.

For first timers, well, I will give you this warning: there will be slash and there is het in this story as well. If you find slash offensive or if you don't like gore and violence, then I suggest you leave now and read another story that would better suit you. Flames will be ignored, however I accept constructive criticism. Other than that, enjoy the story and review.

Summary: Kenny is the apprentice of a wizard, and he seeks revenge on Raul, the dark emperor. He is also on a quest to save his childhood friend. Now, he joins a group of rebels, whose mission is to stop Raul. Raul, in the meanwhile is after Kyle, and to use him for his plans. What does he want with him? Can Kenny and rebels put an end to him?

Pairings: Kenny/Kyle, implied Stan/Kenny. Other pairings later on.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own South Park, sorry.

Shrouded Vision

Prologue

When the three-tailed comet passes through skies aflame, a demonic
entity will be born and its power will bring destruction upon the world.

As the evening approached, the sun made its slow descent, blanketed by the mountains and clouds. Heavens were painted with shades of blue and orange, a beautiful treasure from nature. The tree branches swayed with the peaceful melody of the summer breeze.

Sitting on the branch of a lone tree upon a hill was a young boy of only four years old, his golden locks tied back, and blue eyes staring at the scenery before him. A flock of birds flew over the mountains toward the setting sun. He sighed as he watched the graceful creatures. The boy wanted to fly like the birds, though he knew that was not true. But even so, he still continued to dream. He wanted to leave this place, to be away from the one person who showed him no love. He sighed once more and sat up. He stretched his tiny arms above his head while at the same moment, he released a yawn. The boy jumped down from the branch with the ease. It was getting late. He glanced at the sunset a final time before walking to the city at the bottom of the hill.

By the time he reached the city, it was nighttime. He stared at his feet, not making an effort to focus on his surroundings as he walked down the cobblestone streets. The boy passed a group of people gathered in front of a shop, where they stopped their conversation and stared at him with a look of disgust. They murmured amongst themselves, and he hung his head lower when the words “imp” and “demon” reached his ears.

As he turned a corner, he bumped into a person and fell back from the impact. Before he could bring himself back to his feet, a hand was offered for him to take. Glancing up, he saw a young boy, close to his age, with hair the color of a raven’s feathers, and blue eyes a greater shade than his own. He studied the boy. The boy’s clothes were beautiful compared to his. The fabric was made of silk with gold embroideries that decorated the hem and sleeves. His dirt-covered tunic with wears and tears could not even compete with the other boy’s clothes.

Just as he was to grab the other boy’s hand, another slapped his away. He turned his gaze to the adversary, a girl--older than the ebony-haired boy by four or five years--scowled at him. “Keep your filth to yourself, peasant! Now lower your eyes,” the girl ordered, shoulders back and chin high. Hesitantly, he lowered his gaze to the ground. “Peasants should never meet their gaze with their superiors. Let’s go, Stan!” The girl tightly grabbed the boy’s arm, and they started to walk away.

Finally reaching the other side of the city, he walked towards the house that stood near the outskirts of the forest. He noticed a man next to his home, placing a bag upon the horse. A woman with auburn hair exited from the house and walked to the man waiting with his horse. He watched as they shared a kiss before he helped her onto the horse. The man, too, got onto his steed. It was then he realized that they were leaving. He sprinted towards them as she wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, prepared to depart from the small house. “Mother!” he yelled. “Mother, where are you going?”

His mother’s green eyes shifted from content to hatred as her gaze fell upon him. “I’m going away, Kenny!” she spat, glaring at him. “I’m doing what I should have done when I gave birth to you, you demon! I don’t have a son so don’t even bother coming after me.”

The boy, Kenny, stood there. Though he knew she had said horrible things to him and in the past, he still cannot stop crystalline tears forming from his pale blue eyes. He hated her for not loving him like other mothers he had seen. If he hated her so much, why did he feel depressed if she was going to elope? Shouldn’t he be joyous that she is leaving him? But that did not happen. Instead, he stood there, hurt and crying. “M-Mother,” he whispered as he strained to push her cold words out of his head, but they remained with him like an incurable disease.

“Let’s go, Stuart,” his mother said to the man as she kept the hateful glare at him. The man nodded and kicked the horse’s side. The horse neighed and galloped away towards the forest, outrunning the crying boy who desperately chased after them.

“No!” Kenny cried, pushing himself as much as he could to catch up to them, but to no avail. He tripped on a root and fell forward with a loud thud. He glanced up and watched them disappear into the depths of the forest with blurred vision, the tears rolling down his cheeks like waterfalls. The small boy screamed, as he came to realize that his one guardian would no longer be a part of his life. He hated himself for being this way. He propped himself up and wiped his tears with dirt-infested hands.

He looked up at the night sky, where he spotted a shooting star soaring across the heavens. There was nothing else he could do now. No need to shed anymore tears for her. He could look after himself. After all, he has been taking care of himself since he learned how to walk. With a small nod, he walked back to his home, unaware of the figure watching him from a tree.

A/N: Yeah, it's a different beginning from before. I think I put it this way because the other chapter just jumps too much into the action. I kinda wanted to show that Kenny was different from normal kids, but I'm not really sure if that really showed that. Please review and tell me about it. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!