Prologue

Three years after the kishin Asura was defeated, the DWMA continued to train weapons and meisters to eliminate the evil souls that littered the landscape they lived on. One star meisters matured into two and three star meisters. Weapons grew from mishandled tools into skilled, experienced weapons. Even some, Death Scythes.

As for the students who defeated Asura, they matured, age and responsibility taking away some of their immature tendencies. Black Star being an exception.

Maka and Soul were promoted to higher ranks as the pair finally became a successful meister and Death Scythe. Kid and his asymmetrical weapons, Patty and Liz, continued to take missions to get rid of pesky kishins. Black Star and Tsubaki were much more experienced in balancing the nature of their souls and working together.

The Death Scythes that had come to the DWMA for support had left to their previous lives. Miss Marie had returned to Oceania. Azusa Yumi returned to East Asia. Justin Law returned to his Europe division. All the individuals that had come to lend a hand to the DWMA had left to return to their previous lives, taking only with them the memories of the vigorous fight between good and evil.

Dr. Franken Stein and Spirit Albarn had taken back their previous positions as professor and Death Scythe to Lord Death.

Everything felt secure and, almost strangely, safe. This was no complaint to the citizens of Death City as they reveled in the peace for all it was worth.

Chapter 1

Spirit sat across from Death while taking a sip of his tea.

It was painfully awkward as the only sounds you could hear between the pair was annoying slurping.

"Spirit, I have a proposition that I know would help the Academy greatly! You see, since the two eldest Gorgon sisters have been gone, I have reviewed the early actions our students had taken to take down Medusa. All the attempts that were taken were failures until it was almost too late. Do you think the DWMA's students should be more informed on witches?" Death had set his tea down and was now tapping his mask with an over-sized finger in thought.

Spirit nodded, his red hair slipping into his face. He brushed it away, eyes furrowed in confusion. "I guess so. But Medusa was an incredibly strong witch. More powerful than even Stein and I had the ability for. I mean the kids-" Spirit was cut off.

"You're absolutely right, Death Scythe! We should have a class dedicated to the knowledge of witches! Now all we must figure out is who would have the capabilities to teach such a course." Death picked up his tiny tea cup to take another sip.

Spirit cleared his throat. "Uh, well. There are no teachers I could think of that could teach such a course. All the teachers here are-" Spirit was cut off once again.

"How innovative of you, Spirit! Yes, I have exactly the right woman in mind! You're excused, Death Scythe." Death rose from his pillow and moved toward the golden framed mirror in the Death Room.

Confused, Spirit stood and stuffed his hands in his pockets making his way down the hall of guillotines. "Glad I could be of use." He said softly, it sounding more of a question than a statement. He couldn't help but wonder who Death had in mind.

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The woman let her fingers trail over the clothing racks in the department store, closely examining the articles of clothing. Pulling a simple shirt from the rack, she held it against her chest. Turning to look at the mirror mounted on the wall, the young woman's reflection was suddenly replaced with Lord Death's face, his hand forming a peace sign.

"What's up, what's up, what's up?!" He said in a cheerful tone.

The woman smiled, placing the hanger back on the rack. "Lord Death. It's so nice to see you! It's been quite a while hasn't it?" She took a step closer to the mirror.

"It has! The last time I saw you, you were fifteen and graduating from the DWMA. How long has it been since then?" Energetic as ever, Death bounced around on the other side of the mirror.

"Ten years, sir. First witch to ever graduate from the Academy." The woman smiled kindly at Death. Death himself felt a bit blushed.

"That is exactly why I would like you to come to the DWMA and teach a new class here! You're the only witch I have my complete trust in. You're also the only witch to be allied with my academy. What do you say?" Death got close to the mirror.

The witch felt her cheeks heat up as she looked Death in the face.

A professor? Her? A teacher? No way.

She chuckled half-heartedly. "Oh, Lord Death. That's a very flattering offer. But uh-"

"Fantastic! The students and I very much appreciate your service. The DWMA will be expecting you day after tomorrow to discuss your wages and living arrangements, other annoying, frivolous things like that. Circe Elias, the first witch to teach here at the DWMA!"

Mouth agape and cheeks flushed, the woman watched as the image of Death disappeared and was replaced with her reflection once again. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe what had just happened.

What's done is done, she thought to herself. And she turned her attention back to the clothing racks in front of her.

Circe Elias, a teacher?

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Hi! This is my very first fanfiction, introducing my OC, Circe Elias! (Circe pronounced "sur-see") This story is going to be based off the ending of the ANIME. As the anime kind of leaves the audience hanging, I decided to write my own continuation. In this interpretation, I picture the gang (Maka, Soul, Tsubaki… etc.) around 17/18 years old.

The pairing in this fanfiction will be SteinxOC, just because I don't think that there are enough out there.

I know I didn't give any description of my OC whatsoever, but I have the full intention of doing so in the next chapter! So please stick around and review. I may have some things planned!

Thanks a bunch for reading - Allie