Hello everyone! Blue here :D

Yes, I have returned from the dead! Truthfully all I did was move. The wifi here is non-existent, so we have to use the crappy satellite internet services.

Anyway, enough with my rants! Begin!

~July 27th~ A year and a half year before Chapter 1

The laughing sun was just waking up a few miles outside a small village in Ireland. A figure was running through the forest with a large number of mutated human-looking figures leaping after him. The mutated figures were no longer human; they had long since abandoned their humanity for another path.

The path of a Kishin.

The figure being chased by the pre-kishins was a young teenaged boy about 14 years old. His purple hair was dirty, tangled, and bloody. His body was covered in bruises and gashes from the pre-kishin attacks and from the thorn bushes he had run through earlier. The young teen's name was Jake, a meister NOT Branch of the famous weapon and meister school Shibusen. His pocket knife was painfully grasped in his hand as he sliced through the underbrush.

"Why didn't you say you were a pacifist?! That little detail would have been very helpful yesterday!" grumbled out loud to a weapon that had ditched him hours ago in the woods.

The blisters on his hand from the blade's handle were making it painful every time he moved his fingers. The pain was surfacing as the adrenaline coursing through his body was gradually running out. It felt like hours had past, but the number of Afreets had only grown. Jake swore he was going to do ... something to that weapon when he saw him again! He just wasn't sure of what yet. He was a little focused on living through the pre-kishins right now.

Jake glanced behind him to find the Afreets were now gaining on them. 'Add that to the list of things that are going wrong,' Jake thought.

Fear was creeping through his chest as he slowly realized that without a functioning weapon and low energy he wouldn't last long when the Afreets finally caught up. With this sudden epiphany Jake put all his energy into his legs to keep going while his brain tried to formulate a plan. The best he could come up with was a Hell Mary which wasn't very helpful either.

Suddenly pre-kishins jumped out of the foliage ahead. Jake banked to his left only to find more monsters tearing through the forest; when he turned around the two groups behind him had merged and were blocking the way. His knees locked up at the sudden stop in movement. All his limbs were shaking, his head and vision was foggy from lack of oxygen to his brain, and his hand gripping the pocket knife was so sore that it wouldn't move. White lights were flickering through his vision as Jake turned his head to look around for any way of escaping.

Jake was knocked to the ground as an Afreet jumped onto him. As he stared at it's black eyes and watched the blade in it's hand moving toward him, he thought he heard a clicking sound. Just as he was inches from being skewered, a shot rang out and the pre-kishin's head was gone.

A dozen more shots rang out before another figure jumped out of the trees. In the dark the new figure was hard to discern, but as it landed Jake could tell it was human from the calculated jump and slice combination the figure did as he or she landed. As the person had been falling through the air his arm transformed from a sniper rifle barrel back into a regular arm and blades sprouted from the toes of his feet, elbows, and right wrist. When he landed he quickly swept through six more pre-kishins and didn't even seem to blink. The figure was wearing a black hoodie that was hiding his face with black jeans tucked in to a pair of black, knee-high, lace up combat boots.

Jake was transfixed on the figure; the red soul floating above him forgotten.

The person swung his bladed knee down on an Afreet that was getting ready to wrap it's slimy tongue around his leg. He used the pre-kishin like a stepping stone before leaping off it onto the ground where he struck two Afreets that were one both sides of him using the scythe blades sticking out of his elbows. As he landed he struck his right knee onto an Afreet's back and landed on it with a crunch. He spun to shake the pre-kishins off his blades while transforming his index fingers into rifle barrels and shooting several more. One Afreet jumped on his back from behind and he struck it with his elbow before sticking his finger into it's mouth and blowing into it.

Jake's fascination grew as he watched the hooded figure. He knew for a fact that he was a weapon and he obviously should be going to Shibusen, if he wasn't going already, he was considerably skilled at meister-less fighting, and gave off a very powerful aura, but the longer he fought the more that aura seemed to give Jake goosebumps. A feeling gripped at his chest. He couldn't tell what the feeling was or if it was good or bad, but what he did know was that he didn't like the way those Afreets (the few that were still there) seemed to getting both fearful and excited.

An Afreet swung its claws at the figure, the blow coming fast and from behind. Jake's chest clenched as he realized the weapon wouldn't have a chance to dodge.

"Look out!" Jake shouted as he launched himself at the pre-kishin's side; tackling the creature away. One claw caught on the weapon's hood though, and as the Afreet fell to the ground, Jake looked back and saw the hood tear away. When the scraps of hood fell dark ash blonde hair fell out of the hood. Long blonde hair. The hooded figure was a girl! Either that or one weird guy. She had fair skin color, blue eyes, and the long dark-ash blonde hair with faint waves toward the ends.

The two stared at each other in shock as time seemed to freeze. Jake was shocked that this very talented, very strong, hooded figure was a girl. A very lanky girl too. Where did she hide those muscles?

The girl seemed shocked that her identity had been revealed. Her eyes were widened in shock and to Jake looked very pretty (which probably wasn't something to think about when you just got rescued by a girl).

Suddenly time seemed to resume as the girl shot the Afreet under Jake before it could slice through him instead of her. Jake rolled off it and knocked two other pre-kishins off their feet for before he kicked them toward the girl. She graciously accepted his 'present' with a few slices.

Jake seemed to have gotten his bearings when the girl had first arrived, so he decided to pick up the pieces of his wounded dignity and fight. Jake's movements were sluggish and weak because of the energy he had lost from running for so long; while the girl's movements were graceful, quick, and well precisioned.

The more they fought the more Jake was fascinated by this girl. Her movements were like a sort of morbid dance. She would spin, flip, fly into the air, kick, glide, and then spin again. He tried to follow her steps as best he could with counter strikes and guarding with the pocket knife. She seemed to try to stay in the air, using the still dark sky as a sort of cloaking, or keep low to the ground, but never staying still long. Jake prefered to stay lower to the ground; heights were not his 'thing'.

Soon the last pre-kishin disappeared into black mist and left only floating red souls. The two teens stood facing each other, about ten feet apart, trying to catch their breath. She was the first to move as she stooped to pick up the shreds of her hoodie.

"Mom's gonna kill me." She mumbled under her breath. Her gaze flicked up to Jake and her eye twitched. The girl stood up and spun on her heel before she stalked back into the dark trees.

"Hey! Hey, wait up!" Jake called as he ran after her. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The girl abruptly stopped causing Jake to bump into her. As he stepped back she turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He noticed that her blue eyes had a green-ish tint to them now, like the ocean when it's storming, but that wasn't the point. She looked livid. As she spoke she walked toward him slowly, enhancing every word she spoke. "I am here to save your stupid, NOT class, little butt because you and your punk weapon somehow managed to sneak off with a Two-Star Meister-Weapon mission without even covering your tracks or thinking of a strategy in case something of your flea brain plan went wrong. My identity no longer is of any difference to you because your stupidity is so great that not only are the chances of you or your 'weapon'-" She raised her arms and crooked her fingers air quotation marks when she said this. "-ever getting into the EAT program astronomically slim, you also got your butt saved by a girl."

Then she turned again and stalked back through the woods to a black motorcycle. Jake just watched as she pulled off the few pieces of hoodie over a black leather jacket and tucked her hair inside of a sleek, black helmet with tinted visor before roaring away.

Right then and there Jake decided that he'd most definitely get into the EAT program just to prove her wrong. First start? A ride back home.

So, right now this is just a prologue. I'm still writing the first official chapter. Don't worry! It'll be long!

That and I've been having ideas for stories all over the place. I've taken to writing them down, so as to type up stories for them later.