Hiya! Yes, yes, I've made another new story, from Soul Eaters, if ya don't know who Free is, it's time you knew because he's the sexiest werewolf beside that one guy from Lost Girl. But that's a whole other ball game. Don't worry other stories are still in progress, I just need to do other stories to keep the others fresh. If that makes sense. It should. I know it does.

I don't know Free or any other Soul Eater characters besides my own. I hope you like it but since it's the only the first chapter, we'll see if this is worth continuing. Either way I'm going to do, so there. And as always…ENJOY!

Chapter 1: Winter in July

"Don't let her get away!"

"This way! She went this way!"

"Hurry men keep your feet up!"

"Sir!" The night was cold on the mountain top, the snow covered it in its beautiful sparkling sheet of crystallized snowflakes. The midnight blue was just as breathtakingly beautiful as the stars twinkled brightly behind the borealis that colored the sky with the tints of green, and blue. The wind was almost pulling the moon closer to the running figure that created the fresh footsteps across the white blanket of snow. The full moon seemed as white as the winter scenery escalating around the dead forest below the mountain.

The figure want panting, tired, dizzy, her breath took in the cold like she took in water, suddenly finding more strength in her legs to run through the snow with ease. Where most would have difficult maneuvering in the snow, she was ran like it wasn't even there, she threw her hands out in front of her, and the snow swirled into the sky, and dove towards the nearest cliff off the big rock, creating a flat smooth stair case and architectural rail to help her slide down to the ground.

She leaped onto the rail slipping down the long staircase of ice with ease, the wind blowing through her white braided hair, as the moon light touched it, causing the shiver in her strands to make her hair glow. She when she reached the ground she skidded across the small lake below the mountain, seeing the dead willow trees that were scattered across the lakeside. Everything was frozen due to the recent snow storms that had been happening all around Death City, and as she finally hit the snow covered ground again What use to be willow trees were no leafless trees with tiny droplets hanging from their thin branches, the blanket of snow still covering the once grassy ground…There was snow growing, the flurry hardening and crystallizing the ground beneath her feet as the girl leaned against a tree, her hands instantly making the tree start to freeze. She gasped pulling back at the mistake she had made, unsure on what to do as her big doughy icy blues looked to the mountain side she had come from.

The crystallized dress that hugged her petite frame swam in the cold winter air, the snow flakes falling from the sky starting to becoming heavier as the girl kept repeating a mantra in her head Don't feel…Don't feel…It'll only make it worse. I just got to stay calm, don't think about it, and don't look back. The light thin blue frosty drape that connected to her back sparkled the brightest light blue, her long sleeves that covered her arms shimmering just vibrant as the moon itself as she curled and extended her thin fingers outward with every magical movement of her flurry swirling and dancing in the cold nipped air, the snow she was clearly shifting became her tool to exceed any obstacle in her way.

She could still hear the guards, hearing the sound of her demise as she balled her hands tightly.

Her entire ensemble glowed and glittered in the moon light, the design of the dress itself had stopped many in their tracks just to stop and gawk at the beautiful of it as it flowed around her so gracefully into the winter air.

Eira's lungs were tired, but she managed when she could make a long slide across the plain, getting further and further away from the ones that wished to find her. This had to have been her 16th encounter with miesters, witches, and many of others she was surprised to have seen in her life time. She wasn't old like many of them, only 19 and on the run for about a year now where she was happily hidden away from the world, living in her castle of ice to stay isolated and alone. She was free then, or so she felt, but there was one slight problem with Eira's powers.

She was born cursed with a unique trait, passed down by her mother and her mother before her, her family tree able to bend, and turn anything to ice and snow creating it into anything her mind think out of her imagine. It was a beautiful, powerful, and dangerous gift that was passed to her, and only her. Unfortunately since she was no longer fit to take her place in the DWMA after her mother passed, all she could do was attempt to hide away like Asura did, taking the mans advice as she tried to make herself disappear.

But once the DWMA had recently come to her home, armed and pointing their weapons at the girl as she stood their, terrified, surrounded, just wanting to be left alone, nothing more.

Death was the greeter, he told the woman of her unfit use of her powers, unable to control them. Yet, that still wasn't a reason good enough for them to charge her with treason. Her younger sister's death being the real face behind the mask. But no one knew the real story. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but no one had tried to listen, all of them calling her a killer, a murderer, a sorceress. A monster.

Her legs felt tired but her will kept her going until she stumbled trying to leap her heal over a sprouted long, its branches grabbing onto her dainty ankles. She even lost her crystallized heels, forgetting about the shoe to pull her leg out of her restriction. She grunted, struggling, and rapidly losing concentration to make the ice in the trees near her start to become thick with sickles growing and thinning, starting to fall all around the girl to make her pant even harder to the point her heart was pounding against her chest. She pulled herself out as hard as she could, and tumbled back when she finally got free.

It hurt like hell but Eira rubbed her head with a whimper, and shook it off with a focus gaze to her destination, knowing that no matter where she hide she'd have to stay near the mountain to keep herself hidden.

Yeah right, like she could anymore. She wanted to be isolated from everyone for a reason, to hide her powers from the world, but the more she feared them the more it seemed to get even colder, the snow blowing through the air as it danced around Yuki violently.

Eventually, the snow became so thick, that the men had lost track of her, letting her dissipate into the snow as it took them all by surprise, "This isn't going to work! We'll have to retreat!"

"Are you serious! We almost had her!"

"And what will we do if we're all dead! Let's just head back to Lord Death and ask for our orders."

"Right. Fall back! Everyone fall back!" The men in white covered snow suits man their way out of the snow, getting back on their skis, and heading over the other side of the mountain. Only wondering how the girl would ever make it out of this blizzard alive.

In the midst of the incoming snow, two shadows took the untouched snow, one sneezing as they headed towers the ice castle towering over the north mountain, "There it is. Do you think it'll be as Medusa says?"

"As long as we do exactly what she said, the girl should come peacefully." Eruka looked to the wolf man, his tattooed seen out of the corner of his profile, "Yeah, but…How does she intent on controlling these powers of hers if the girl can't even control them herself?"

"Got me. But, she said she needs her help, so let's get this over with."

"Agreed. It's starting to get a lot colder."

"Yeah and the snow's starting to kick up. She's got to be near by." Then they felt it, the spiritual wave length at that blew to them like the iced window, and the frozen trees completely frosted over now. "Move back, move back."

"It's got to be her. She's the only one that can freeze the trees and ground so quickly. I've never seen snow develop like this!"

"Well it's reassuring to know that this Snow witch is easy to find. But that could also be a problem. We'll have to wait and see."

"Right." So the two waited, watching the trees freeze over little by little till they were frozen in ice. Then a woman in a beautiful blue and green crystal-like dress came running out of the dead icy frozen, her path beneath her feet freezing everything within a 10 mile radius of her was turned to ice and snow. It was beautiful, and yet eerie since they couldn't see who it was that was causing it, only knowing the legend of the snow witch, but never actually seeing her.

"Look, there she is." Free nudged her head towards the woman running pass them, the sound of the white haired girl's muttering reaching Free's ears. "Please…Please, don't feel. Don't feel it damn it." She was panicking, she was looking at everything around her, the snow and howling wind still swirling around her like it was taunting her. The ice below her feel spreading out as far as the eyes could see. She was scared, she knew she wasn't being chased but still her powers refused to cease. She brought her hands to her view looking down at them before balling them and bringing them to her stomach. She could feel herself choking on her own emotions, the feel of tears threatening to slip from the corner of her eyes, "Why? Why can't I stop this! Why won't it go aw-ugh!" While looking back to see if anyone was following her, she seemed to miss an obstacle in her path, tripping over it with a loud thud.

From the shadows the frog witch gasped at the impact, Free hissing when heard and saw it as well, "That's gotta hurt."

"Shouldn't we help her?"

"Not yet. She might just run away if we do."

"Well we can't just wait out here all night, stalking the poor lady!" She whispered harshly seeing that their opportunity to catch slipping away.

"Don't worry, just follow my lead."

"Fine, fine let's do it your way." Again their attention to the white haired woman, her body slowly and heavy trying to bring herself from the harden ice under her side. Her head was still hanging when she lifted her shoulders from the ground her hands achingly went to her head.

She felt something went, and from her blurred vision she could feel the bump that was left behind before she looked to the path ahead of her. She had no idea where she was going, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. Who would help someone like her? She was considered a murderer. A danger. But all she wanted was for all of this to stop.

She let her hands cup her face, hiding the tears and painful features from the world. She sobbed softly, almost wanting to give up on everything. How long was she suppose to go on like this? Did she have to live constantly in fear, constantly hiding. She was tired. Tired of having to stay away in isolation, to run from something that had been haunting her for a millennia, "I can't…I can't keep running like this. I don't want to run anymore. I just…I just want to be free. Is that so much to ask for?" She threw a sluggish fist to the ground, without any strength behind as she gasped back unable to even cry now, her mind was a blank and a jumble all at the same time, it switched off and on like a light leaving her mind scattered and weak.

She couldn't help it, she wanted someone to help her. Anyone. "Someone…"

"Eira?" At the sound of her name she jumped back, ignoring the throbbing pain in her skull as she turned to the man that called her by first name, "Your name is Eira, right?"

"W-Who are you? What do you want!" She was frantic, seeing the walls of any tree or mountain start to ice over layer by layer, cracks slowly showing in the rock itself. There were two people standing before her.

A very tall and extremely muscular man, a strong chin with short, unkempt hair. His brown hair styled upwards and back into a spiky hairstyle. His ears were pointed, with a left eye that had the symbol that everyone was aware of. The Magic Eye. Over his left brow it read 'No Future'. His right eye seemed normal though, the same color as his hair.

Then she went to the man's right arm where he seemed to have a tribal tattoo that matched the symbol of his eye. For some reason though, he was wearing what looked like a prison uniform complete with a ball and chain that was confined to his left leg, and a black and white striped pants with the top half of his outfit tied to his waist. The upper half of his sculpted, broad chest was a black T-shirt with an inverted color scheme.

There was the girl too. A witch from the looks of it. She had a rather modest built, with long straight silver hair and a narrow mouth, accentuated by a prominent black circle on each end, kind of resembling the air sacs on a frogs mouth. The hat kind of gave her away too. She was a Frog witch, and seemed very young for her appearance, but Eira assumed nothing.

The girl was wearing a thigh length polka dotted dress over a dark grey blouse, black pants and white knee-high boots.

They both seemed very cautious of her, and yet welcoming at the same time, "I'm Free. This Eruka. We want to help you."

"Help me? Stay away! Don't come any closer!" Free had been taking baby steps to come close, but stop as she wished putting up his hands in defense, "Okay, okay, I see that you're upset. Just…Don't do anything you'll regret. We do want to help you."

"Tell me what you want…Now…" She was still on the ground, scooting away the best she could with a shaky hand extended to them, as if threatening them if the two were to try anything stupid, "Like we said we want help you. Your powers are obviously out of control, and the word is still around that you killed your sister. We know that's not the case. When the obvious is there, but when people spread rumors it causes a nasty spill."

"So what's your point!" She growled, her and the two noticing the storm starting to pick up again the more frighten she became, "Eruka, let me do the talking?"

"Alright, alright, sorry. I wasn't trying to make her mad."

"Look, do you know the witch Medusa?"

"No." She snapped harshly.

"Well, she knows about your powers and she says she knows a way to help you regain control of them. We were just sent to see if you take up the offer." The wind slowly began to die down a bit, but not by much, the snow starting to thin out now that she got her answer.

But still one remained, "Why?"

"We need your help." The frog girl replied softly, her smirk more than an eased smile.

"For what? If something involve trouble, I've got enough problem of my own! I want to get in any more, it's not worth it."

"Not even to save yourself?" The man Free spoke, his voice stern, but moving. She couldn't help but turn her blue eyes to him, his words somewhat lifting the wind completely.

The snowflakes were at a stand still, her eyes on the brown eyed man's, his immortal eye almost hypnotizing to her. She was intrigued by the color and symbol, but broke of her trance, when she looked down at the ice below her, and then her reflection. Could she really think of helping these strangers?

It was almost a blessing for someone to offer help, but was it free? It wasn't out of kindness. She had a feeling it was for something more, but what choice did she have? She needed control, she needed to stop winter from happening everything she stepped into an area. She wanted to be…Normal for once! She wanted to be able to touch someone without them turning to ice or something frosting over.

Free was starting to wonder what she was thinking, would she come? Would she just try to kill them? Not like he could be killed, he was immortal, but when no answer came and the girl only seemed to hug her legs, he grew tired of waiting, and squatted down in front of the girl.

She gasped, afraid he would touch her, "Look, I can use ice just as easily as you can. I could show you a few tricks and…Wait a minute…" Eira watched him his eyes suddenly trailing behind her and up in almost a deep thought, "That's what is! She wanted me to do it!"

"What?"

"Medusa. She knew I had ice powers too, she was going to make me show her! Why didn't she say anything!"

"Huh, I can see that. She probably wasn't going to tell you until we could actually convince her to come."

"Uh, guys I'm right here." Eira joined in her voice soft as she lowered her head to them, her eyes still on the two as she held herself.

"Right, sorry. It's just. I'm assuming that's the plan. I'm gonna teach you."

"But…Wait, wait, wait, how do you have ice powers?" She thought she was the only one. I mean, it ran through her line for generations, was it merely just because he had the witch's Mabaa's eye?

Then he pointed to it. It was true, his immortal eye gave him the witch's abilities as well. It was no tall tale told from village to village, this man was the actual immortal wolf man.

The only thing that Eira could think was what was happening to her world? She was isolated and alone, assuming she was fine being away from everybody else, but when she heard the men back in the castle say that she was the cause of the freeze over their village, it was obvious there was something wrong.

Everything, actually.

Eira stared at Free and Eruka, unentirely sure to trust the two just yet, but with everything in chaos, the snow witch needed some solid ground to stand on. She assumed this was the only way when she finally sighed and closed her eyes. And then nodded, "Alright. I'll…I'll do it."

"Really? You'll come with us then?"

"But you'll show me how to control them right?" She looked to Free since he was the one who said he'd show her, and the wolf man smirked chuckling a little as he reached out to touch her hand on her knee.

Eira didn't seemed to notice until the last minute, and nearly screamed as she pulled away, "No don't!" But when she lifted her hand to move it, it smacked right into Free's big palm, giving him his chance to grab it, "Oh no!" She expected his hand to turn to ice, or frost over from the touch. Her heart stopped waiting for the worse.

But when nothing happened, Eruka and Free seemed confused, "Huh? What's wrong?" Eira was panting softly now, letting the breath she was holding out finally when she came to find his touch was warm. He didn't freeze.

She was speechless, her brows knitting in curiousness before she slowly took her other shaky hand to the top of his knuckles.

Still nothing, "But…That's not possible. You should've turned to ice…."

"But I didn't."

"I know…" She said nearly amazed and scared. Her heart was racing, ecstatic that she had been able to touch somebody. She was actually touched someone's hand besides her own, "I didn't even know that was possible." She grasped his hand, tenderly for a moment before she suddenly felt light headed and began to fall back.

Of course Free noticed just in time to catch her, a hand swooping her up by the back and the other still holding her hand that immediately fell limp, "What just happen!" Eruka was just as clueless as Free, checking the girl and see if she was still breathing.

She was, and with a relief sigh Free pulled the girl into his arms and brought himself to his feet, turning to his partner, "I think she passed out."

"Oh," Eruka placed a hand over her heart, "Oh good. I thought she suddenly just died or something."

"Yeah, well a lot of excitement for her I guess."

"Can we conclude that it was first time for her?"

"Probably. But there's no use sticking around here. The air's clear so let's just get going before we get some unexpected arrivals."

"Agreed. At least Medusa will be happy to know we got the girl."

"Hmm." The two had finally finished their quest. They got the girl, avoided any trouble, which for Free would've been welcoming but since this was a delicate situation, he couldn't complain all that much.

But his mind kept going back to her hands. Her touch. Her skin in general was as cold as the snow itself. I mean, considering what she was wearing, anyone would've froze to death in that dress, yet here she was alive, and somewhat in tact. And pretty…Really pretty.

Okay, getting a little carried away here Free The wolf had to restrain his absentmindedness and focus on the task at hand. There was still a lot to be done, and when the girl woke up, she wasn't going to be happy he assumed. Or would she even remember what had occurred? People sometimes get weird under stressful situations, Free had a feeling she'd remember. She was coherent until she touched his hand, so he felt he could rest easy knowing he wouldn't get wrongly accused of kidnap later.

It just wasn't a man's way.

Next - Chapter 2: Madam of Snakes

I'll continue this ASAP, I just wanted to start the first chapter, but I don't know I liked it. I will do more character development in the next one, give Free and Eira some down time :D. Also I have a Giriko story I started up too, hope you guys enjoy it ;) I know I did LOL If anyone's curious both Greed stories are still being worked on, I haven't forgotten them, and Ling's L&L…Well, it's definitely getting done too don't you worry. It's hard to multi-task a bunch of stories no? Yes. Until next time kiddies! Ah Markiplier…What would we do without you. I don't care what anyone says Mark is awesome x3