This is the First Story I've written, in ages. So I hope It's not too horrible.

Obviously, I don't own the Characters or the Universe they live in. Enjoy

Chapter one: Two years

Their soul resonance was higher than it'd ever been before; and with the eerie music playing through their link, Maka knew that this time, the fight was all over. They could do the Demon Slayer wave length now; a move so powerful that it definitely stood a chance against the powerful witch.

Well, at this point; it had to.

"It's over, Arachne!" she said. "I'm stronger than you" And then, one last blow and after one ear piercing shriek coming from the witch, the fight was finally over. Their enemy was down, definitely dead.

They'd won.

She kept on looking at the body, in shock of her accomplishment "I… defeated a witch" she said, as she looked at the witch's soul.

"We did it!" he said, reaching for the soul, floating over the witch's dead body and gulping it down. They had won the battle, but there was something that bothered her. Maka looked around the dim room, trying to see if she found it. She was looking for something, someone maybe? All she knew, was that right now there was something she needed to be doing…

Rachel! The little girl was laying on her side, still unconscious, thankfully. But when Maka turned her around, she could see no traces of one of the faces she was looking for. "Medusa..." That was as far as she was able to go, because the unexpected happened. Slowly, the witch's body began to slowly move, and a familiar voice spoke up "Yes, I think my sister's body fits me rather nicely" The witch stood up, with Medusa possessing her sister's body. This was definitely not over yet.

Then, an arrow was flying fast in her direction and Maka could only watch in complete horror as it hit her, slashing her flesh and spattering blood around…

Maka woke up with a start, looking at her surroundings as if to assure herself that she still was in her little apartment. The blonde took a couple of deep breaths to calm her racing heart. It was the third time this week, that she had these dreams. They weren't all the same; but they usually had the same people, and the same kind of situations.

Either her subconscious was trying to tell her something, or she was definitely losing her mind. And to be honest, she wasn't sure which alternative sounded better.

'It's just a dream' she told herself, feeling an odd sensation on her chest as she remembered bits and scene from her dream. It was pretty out there, to be honest, people who turned into weapons and killing monsters and such? Definitely a dream.

But it felt so real…

Maka sat up on her bed, glancing at the window for a couple of minutes and seriously pondering going back to sleep. 18 minutes before her alarm clock was about to go off. 18 precious minutes of sleep… gone.

The blonde pushed the covers off her body, no sense in even trying to sleep more now, by the time she'd finally fall asleep, her alarm clock would go off and she'd be even sleepier. At least now she had a head start on her day.

After taking a quick shower, the nineteen year old was poured some cereal, her brain still wandering off to her dream, before she looked at the clock on her wall.

7:43 AM.

Well, it was time for her to get going again. She needed to get going if she wanted to make it to work on time. Maka grabbed her messenger bag and after checking that everything she needed was there; she made it out the door.

Work was… slow, as usual. Maka worked in a little diner; set in a little town in the middle of nowhere; where the usual customers were the same people every day. It certainly made the job easier, and she had enough time to sit around and read whatever book she had taken out the public library (despite the fact that the selection was… scarce to say the least). Perhaps it was because she had had that dream again, but she wasn't exactly feeling satisfied with how her life was going.

But, could she really complain? With the way she had appeared in this town, he had to be thankful that they had pretty much welcomed her with arms wide open. She had been living here for two years; the people had been very good to her. For starters, the diner could get on by perfectly without her, but she still had a job there.

Two years… Maka couldn't believe it sometimes; two years ago, she had woken up in the city's hospital, confused and absolutely terrified. She had to be restrained by the hospital staff; people who she had never seen in her life, who in turn called the doctor; who in turn explained all they knew on her.

It seemed her name was Maka; she was found barely conscious and very injured around outside the city by a family who was driving home after a vacation. The only clue they had about her identity, was a name embroidered on the inside of her jacket. Maka A.

She wasn't sure if that name sounded familiar or not; but it certainly beat being named Jane Doe. After all, she didn't really remember anything else, so there wasn't any other name she could go by; and in a way, it wasn't a horrible name to be known as. So, she simply accepted it and moved on. Her last name... was a tricky issue, because the embroidery on the inside of her jacket did not include a surname. Just her first name and an Initial.

Maka A.

So, that was how it began. It was a good story for the press, to be honest. Mysterious girl with no past, and all that. The hospital staff tended to her wounds and the doctors tried to figure out the reason she could not remember anything about her past. They quickly discarded neurological lesions or the usual reaasons for her condition. The current diagnosis was Trauma induced Amnesia. Something awful had to had happened to her to her to make her forget everything about her life.

The next step was begin searching for her next of kin. Someone who would step up and help nurse the girl back to health. But... time passed and no one came. In the end, since Maka appeared to be already an adult and she didn't seem to be physically incapacitated... it was all up to her.

It was a daunting decision, really. To keep on looking or to give up. She knew it was probably an awful thing to think of; but what if there wa a reason for this to happen to her? What if her family was horrible and all this had happened while running away? What if her family was shady? What if she had no family? So, she had began putting the search for later and then later and..., and two years later, here she was.

It wasn't as if she had completely given up. Every now and then, Maka began looking through missing people's ads. Trying to see if anyone was looking for her. So far… nothing.

And so her life went, normal. With no real highlights during her day, other than minor things; like… when the library got new books. Her life was average, ordinary even.

She hated feeling like this; she really did; considering everything that had happened, she should have been feeling grateful. And she was... somewhat. Considering all that had happened, her life was pretty good; she had a normal job, a nice enough place to live, and was able to further her education in University, where she excelled. The main problem was that Maka couldn't really shake the feeling that there was more.

There had to be more.