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It was a week since the fall of Asura. The madness wavelength has died down as everyone started to go about their lives without the madness ravaging everything around them. Dr. Stein was left in the infirmary healing up nicely with Marie at his bedside each day. Medusa's soul (seems to) have been snuffed out, Racheal was returned to her parents, oblivious to whatever happened. The staff and students are back on the original corriculum as Lord-Death navigated Death City back to the desert. Maka, Soul and the others have been deemed the heroes of DWMA and are now unable to walk the streets without the public after them. This is the story after the death of Asura…

The bell rang, signifying the end of the school day. Maka was walking down the hallway towards the stairs, as she heard footsteps. They grew louder and louder as she turned to see. Instantly, the running figure ran past her, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Soul! What are you doing?" He was practically dragging her ankles at a car's pace.

He was panting furiously and he kept running. "Maka. Pick up the pace will yah?"

She looked behind them as they saw a crowd of weapons and meisters running after them, with paper in there hands and excitement on their faces. She started to sweat, realizing that she was running along with him.

"Maka! Soul!"

"Can I have you're autograph?"

"Tell us again how you beat the Kishin."

"I'm getting really sick of this!" Maka said. They each have been answering these questions for days, and quite frankly they are sick of it.

"This is so not Cool!"

As they ran through the hallway, they passed room 104. Here, Black Star had his legs on the desk and his hands behind his head, basking in the attention the battle was giving, with Tsubaki sitting next to him quietly as the large group of students crowded along with him.

"Yeah, aren't I awesome? That Kishin might have been good, but no one is as big a star as me." The girls around him simply giggled along with Tsubaki (who didn't like these other girls being around her meister).

"But wasn't Maka the one who slayed him?" One of the girls pointed out. Black Star stood their with his jaw hanging awkwardly as the other girls started to converse.

"Yeah."

"She's right."

"I hear she did it without a weapon."

"Really?"

He started sweating more and more as the girls conversed. "Tsubaki?"

"Yes?"

"Be honest. Is Maka a bigger star than I am?"

Tsubaki sat their, stuttering, trying to think of what to say without upsetting him. "Well…"

He immediately got up in a fighting pose. "How dare she have more attention than me! I will have her assassinated for this!" He gave out a forced laughter and ran out to the hallway with the crowd. "Prepare to be assassinated."

He was running through the crowd that mobbed Soul and Maka, just barely standing out from the crowd.

"Prepare to die Maka!"

"Black Star! What are you doing?" She had a hard time dividing her attention from running and talking.

"How dare you get more attention than me! I'm the greatest assassin that ever lived, and you are not gonna out stage me this time.

"Dude, you really need to get your priorities straight." Soul said, halfway out of breath.

Soul and Maka ran down the steps in the hallway as Crona simply watched with her arm around her shoulder, barely flinching as Ragnarok layed his arms over her head with equal curiosity.

"What do you suppose is happening?" Crona asked.

"Who cares? I'm hungry!" Ragnarok turned her head to the side and made her walk to the cafeteria with the black blood in her circulation.

"Ragnarok, quite it!" She was easily able to overcome Ragnarok's control. He never really could control her that way very well. He preffered pounding at her skull anyway.

"Oh come on! I'm hungry." He turn her head with his stubby little arms and shoved her in the direction.

"Hey quite it!" She resisted in which Ragnarok reacted by pulling at her hair.

"Feed me!"

"No, stop it, we just had lunch!"

"You mean you did. I only had one course and I'm up for more."

They continued to argue, Ragnarok hitting her and Crona fatally trying to fight back. Ragnarok was winning until he felt his head getting smashed in the back by a weapon. Crona saw this and saw Miss Marie behind her with a hammer for an arm, smiling lightly.

"What did you do that for?" Ragnarok yelled. Marie gave Ragnarok a cold stare, scaring him back into Crona's body. Crona gave Marie a funny yet thankful look, giving Marie a light feeling of embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry Crona. I don't know what came over me." She rubbed the back of her head with an awkward smile. Crona lightly smiled with her. Usually Marie would ignore Ragnarok and the annoying tendencies towards Crona, but the fight with Medusa left Crona with heavy injuries and she knew about the extensive amount of bandages under Crona's clothes.

"So Crona, are you feeling any better?" She wasn't hiding her concern very well, especially in her eye's eye.

"Yeah." Crona rubbed at her shoulder. She was actually incredibly sore, but she wasn't really one to complain with something she considered as small as that.

"Alright. Come and see me if anything is wrong." As she went to class.

Crona gathered her wits and responded. "Yeah." She felt her heeks blush at how awkward she felt. That was until she felt a familiar tug at her hair.

"Feed Me!"

Meanwhile, Sid and a full team of expositionists were at the partially destroyed location of Medusa's Castle. The walls were in pieces, the rugs were torn, the necessities were gone and everything else was embedded in the rubble after the Kishin's wavelength crumbled away at the walls.

"Sir, more experimental evidence was found in the west wing and her supply of magic artifacts have been stored away."

"Good. Keep exploring and see what else you can find." Sid was still on edge. Who knows what could be crawling in Medusa's castle.

"Yes sir." The man soluted and continued with his duties.

"That goes for all of you. No one goes home until we forage through every inch of this castle. Got it?" He shouted to his men. They all soluted and went back to their work. Sid walked his way inspecting his men's progress. He past a small white room, oriented with gold snakes on the walls and arrows on the door. He saw small spots of black smeared on the ground. Must be Crona, he thought to himself. He sighed in pity.

He continued to inspect until he saw a group slowly picking at the walls with picks and hammers. The walls had a large circle with a pentacle engraved on it, with the lines that looked like arrows. The circles where lined with strange writings on it.

"Sir, we have found this strange circle with writing neither I nor the men can figure out."

"Witch Writing." Sid answered.

"Sir?"

"Witches have their own form of writing that stemmed from a dead language they used to speak. Witches use this as a way to perform high octane spells. What it is for I'm not sure."

"Shall get a translator sir?" Sid didn't respond, his blank eyes fixed onto the circle.

Sid knew a little bit of Witch writings in his research, so he was able to read a sum of it though. However, he could only read it so fast.

The one on the men slipped and cracked it deeply. Sid didn't react as he crouched down closer, running his hand along the writing and kept reading. Thy name… enemy… evil… beware… of the…

Sid's lifeless eyes widened and he flinched in fear. The wall started to crack further. "Wait stop!" The wall completely crumbled away, revealing a dark and dusty room within. "Oh no." I hope the writing wasn't true. If so, then heaven help us.

The room was nearly empty, but with witch writing all written in a series of lines that formed arrows. All of which pointed to a small object in the center of the room. Sid had a bad feeling of what the object was, or why it was bricked up behind a sealed wall. He went up and knelt down to the small object while the others gathered around and inspected the walls and checked the writing. Sid looked at it closely. It was oval shaped, made of what looked like flawless black-leather straps, around half his size and perfectly curved.

He looked at it closely and reached out, wanting to touch it. Before he was able to touch it, the object moved. He flinched as it started to rite and bob up and down. In between the straps opened three glowing red eyes. Sid broke out in a cold sweat and fell on his back in surprise, the strange object bounced his way as et strapped started to unravel. One of them grabbed his leg, and with extensive strength, lifted him off of the ground. The tip of one of its free-floating straps morphed into an arrow, and proceeded to impale the defenseless zombie.

Blood dripped from his wound, landing in his mouth with his cloudy and eyes fading. What? I can't die. I'm already dead.

"Sid?" Sid flinched, realizing that he was back on his knee, still read to touch the object and his wound gone completely. He turned around and saw his partner Nygus standing over him. "Are you all right? I heard something collapse and I rushed over here. What happened? What's that?"

Sid pulled himself together. "Uh, well… were not sure. We noticed a wall with a set of symbols for an unknown spell. This room was on the other side and we just began to inspect it." He then look at the suspicious thing. He felt his heart stop beating again when one of the inspectors picked it up with little effort. Everyone froze right there when the object started to move.

Nygus turned into her army knife form and landed in Sid's hand. The object bounced furiously until it quieted down. The straps began to unravel, not losing any mass as it did. The others stared in fear as the strap's tips began to show. They were vectors. The straps finished unraveling. A tall man stood up from where it was, the vectors radiating from his back. The darkness of the room and the strange energy radiating from its body made it hard to see its features, but it had incredibly long black hair, flowing in the breeze it gave off, and torn sleeves. His glowing red eyes was the only part of him any of them could see.

Sid recognized the figure and he stopped breathing. "Wait a minute! Your… no you can't be!"

The figure broke the silhouette with an ear to ear grin that glowed white, as the figure laughed maniacally.

Yeah yeah, I know I made an Anime girl Crona. And yes I know Crona is a boy in the Anime, but this is my fanfic. So There!

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