AN/: Hey guys, so this is my new story that I started to write a while ago actually. I wasn't sure if anyone would like it so I dind't publish it at first but now I'm going to give it a go. So tell me if you like it and if I should continue. :)

Thank you to all those, who read this little prologe and leave a kind review. I really hope you like it. :)

So then... let's get stared!

Yours, Annie :*

Prologue

I grew up with the stories of the great Soul Eater Evans and his meister Maka Albarn. People say that they were invincible and that no one could stop them as long as they were together. They protected Death City even long after their graduation from DWMA and under their guard no harm came to Death City.

But then came the day that destiny wrote itself anew. The day Death City's greatest heroes disappeared… 12 years have passed since then and none of the other Death Scythes and friends of the two heroes were able to find them, not even Lord Death himself. From that day on the world and Death City were never the same again. Corruption and chaos turned out to be the world's new face and the last fort fighting was the city where it all began.

Rumors are told throughout the city that the Death Scythe and his meister left on purpose, that Asura awoke and killed them even if the moon was still sealed… but the one that caught my attention was that one day a new hero will arise out of the ashes of burned cities and end the rule of chaos and war. A hero with a soul so great and strong that it will return Death City's greatest heroes and restore balance in this world. This soul is called "Kīpā Soul". Of course that are all rumors, but rumors keep my hopes up because hope is everything I have left.

I think, you might be wondering by now who I am… well this is a tough question because I don't know. The people in the orphanage told me I was found on a wide field, unconscious, hurt and without any evidence of who I was. They took me with them and gave me a home for the past 12 years. I was only four years old then… a child without any idea who its parents were, where it was from… I didn't even know my name. I had no clue of who I was. The people in the orphanage understood my misery and decided to call me Ahsoka, they later told me I was telling them that was my name when I was unconscious, if that is true I have no idea.

And somehow I found a family among them, even though I have been alone most of the tie. None of the other kids I lived with talked to or liked me, actually it was more that they feared me, made fun of or ignored me. Why, you ask? Well, I may not be what you would define as a "normal" girl. My off-white, slightly blonde hair and slightly pale complexion might have scared some of them. But the thing that scared them off the most, I guess, were my eyes. To me they appear yellow but the kids that looked me in the eye ran away, scared of what they saw and told the old ladies that watch over us that my eye color would change. And it's true. Whenever one of the boys make fun of or tries to hurt me they say that my eyes would flash blood red before turning back into the usual yellow and whenever I get annoyed or have one of my moments and say something smart they would flash green.

I couldn't make it stop and after a few month I couldn't bare the humiliation anymore so I stayed alone and now that I am enough I'll leave this orphanage – the home that I thought was one, but wasn't in the end. I didn't care that I had nowhere to go I just wanted to get out of there and see what life has in store for me.