A Pair of Souls

by thebrightestfell

AU The land of Adalon once again finds its nations on the brink of war and the Hunt of Souls is not helping matters. Prince Soul "Eater" Evans is forced to participate in the ghastly event and happens to capture the prize, the unusual and mysterious Maka Albarn. They soon discover a threat to the land of Adalon. Can Soul, Maka, and friends stop its descent into darkness?

1. Prologue

Author's Note: Hey guys! Just letting you know I am new to fan fiction, though not necessarily writing, but was inspired to do an AU Soul Eater story. I've already begun plotting the entire story out, so just letting you know that though, on account of my crazy schedule, I may be slow to update, updates shall come! The story may be a little too far-fetched for some tastes, but hey, it seemed fun enough to write. Also, though I am going to do my very very best to keep the characters true to their personalities, they may end up a little OOC as they will be going through certain situations, but I'm hoping to keep them true to their core. So, with that out of the way...please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing that deals with Soul Eater, believe me if I did I would totally be partying it up right now and Soul and Maka would already have confessed their undying love for one another!...But this hasn't happened so once again I say, I don't got it. The only thing that's mine is the lovely land of Adalon, the plot, and any other weird characters/creatures I decide to throw in. Also, the image that I put for this story is NOT mine, but was created by the amazing Eireen from deviantart. All I did was add the title of the story to it.

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Prologue

A Poem of the Life of Adalon

Some say the world was borne from fire,

While others claime ice.

Should each nation follow theire own desires,

Then it shall surely perish in vice.

The Seers of Corintholl,

Who praise perfection and the end;

Care not for what must fall

As long as they ascend.

The Assassins blessed by Stars,

Kill everything in theire path.

Heart and soule are buried far

Underneathe armours of wrath.

The Marksmen sons of York

Never back down from a fight.

Greedy faces stuffed of pork,

Burn villages in the night.

The Healer children from the islande,

Though helpful, gentle, and kind,

Have a darkness branded on them

That slowly leaves them blinde.

The Eaters spat from the Inferno

Enjoy theire many hunts.

They quickly slice down any foe

With madness at theire fronts.

And if these nations continue

On the paths that are at hand,

Then there will be no way to

Save this god-forsaken land.

But if eache body puts forth upon

The time—a pair of soules;

The resonators of Adalon

May be able to keep the world whole.

Excerpt from The Book of Eibon: A Study of the Land of Adalon