All right! Hello readers to the Good Witch. I am really excited to be writing this Soul Eater fanfic. Just a few things to go over about the formatting in this story.
'If something is italicized and in one quotation like this it means that it is a thought'
For the most part, if stuff is underlined it is a mantra or incantation being used
"And this is just regular, standard talking"
And also theories.
A kishin egg is a person that has eaten human souls. Still retains the ability to act like a human.
A pre kishin is a kishin egg that has consumed a hundred innocent human souls and cannot act like a human.
A Kishin refers to one of the caliber like Asura
And kishin is just a general, all encompassing term.
Considering you read this far (which you probably haven't) this chapter is tiny, like most of my first chapters. Just... bear with me, please.
Anyway I just own the plot.
"Home is where the heart lies."
Khione stands outside the wall of Death City. It feels so good to be home once more. Lord Death had sent her on a mission to Yukon and she had been gone for four months. It had been absolutely gelid there, exactly how Khione likes it. The mission had just been a scouting one. Simple and routine for Khione, for she has been doing them since she was eight. Later, Lord Death would put that mission up on one of the mission board. When a team took it, Khione would probably be their guide. Luckily for Khione, she was arriving in the middle of fall, so Death Valley temperatures would be about the same as summer in Yukon. 'Thank Death for a cool summer mission!'
'Thinking of Death, I should probably get going,' she thinks, 'After all, I am supposed to meet him soon.'
Khione pulls her arms out of her gray cloak and holds her hands out in front of her in a stretch. The shift in her cloak causes the hood to fall down slightly, revealing beautiful wavy white hair with interesting brown tips. But, more interesting than her hair color were her ears. Bent down at an unnatural angle were velvety rabbit ears with white and brown pigment dancing across the fur. "LEVERET FLURRY DEATH," she mutters. Her mantra caused her gray eyes to glow a shock blue. "Transform!"
A little flash of white blue light engulfs the girl with a smirk residing on her features. 'Most witches would be afraid to not have their soul protects on anywhere even remotely close to Death City, let alone right outside of it. I've spent so much time around weapons and meisters and even Lord Death himself, that my soul has changed. It has conformed to my environment. Lord Death's good wishes to me have helped it too for I am Death's ally. I'm the good witch!'