Having to go to a school centered around death teaches you some things. The first lesson taught to the student of the DWMA is that death happens everywhere, and it is totally unavoidable. The thing is, as the meisters and weapons get stronger and more confident they tend to forget this lesson. They think they are strong enough to survive anything.
But it wasn't over confidence that killed my meister.
No, it was just who he was that got him killed.
We were fighting an octopus witch. But she had an ally, a rouge DWMA student. That's why Lord Death assigned US this mission. Because Kid was the strongest meister in the whole school. The only one capable of taking down another student, a DWMA trained weapon.
And he did defeat the weapon; he just lost his life in exchange.
So that's where I stand now; my meister practically cut in half, bleeding his precious life source everywhere in sight. My little sister gently holding a shimmering gold soul of the once reaper.
And somehow we still find the strength to drag our tired and beaten bodies back to Death City, because before kid died he told us in the weakest voice I've ever hered, "L-Liz…t-take my s-soul… b-back t-to f-f-father, 'kay?"
When someone asks youto do something on their deathbed, you have no choice but to honor it. That is the unspoken rule meisters, weapons, and humans alike follow.
So that's what me and Patty did. And that's how the story starts.
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AN: my very first fanfic! Ihave been playing with a few ideas for a while now, just never bothered to try and write them out. You guys be sure to tell me if im doing something wrong or could be doing something better m'kay? Reviews would be loved!