The First Guardian

By: Carol Molliniere

A/N: More sequels! But speaking of sequels, I'm supposed to be researching on how bar mitzvahs work and getting back to "The Children of the King"...sorry.

Anyway, this is the obvious sequel to "Will They Let Us Down?"; in which Maka and her friends have to confront a newly revived Pitch! It's better than it looks. I know; I'm planning for it to be better than the previous one. With no poorly thought-out battle scenes. It's gonna be awesome. I feel confident.

But back to business.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or Rise of the Guardians. I only own this crossover timeline and a certain OC.

This AU is written before I knew of the events of the fourth GoC book. Whatever. This is fanfiction.

"Going to bed, Maka."

"Alright. Good night, Soul."

After her weapon retreated into his room, there was silence around her. Maka stared out the window, absently stroking Blair's fur; the cat was asleep in her lap. There were hardly any stars in the sky, and even though there were just a few, Maka thought these twinkling lights were a cold comfort as Maka stared at the blackened moon.

"I was so happy...that you really came to somewhere like this for me..."

"I just want to pay you back, Maka. You just gave me courage after all."

"I simply want to fight for you, Maka."

"I believe in you."

"Crona..." Maka muttered before falling asleep herself.

The moment she closed her eyes, a bright light flashed across the night sky, rivalling the light of the stars for a split second.

If one had a telescope, they would have seen that the light wasn't a shooting star at all, but a figure of light.

The spectral girl flew high above the buildings, watching and waiting. She wanted to fight the large Shadow as soon as it was revived, but she knew she couldn't handle anymore staying in Pitch's cold heart, freezing the evil in him and thaw the good in him, leaving him unable to move until she escaped through the sunlight.

(Someone she knew was much better at it than her.)

The diamond dagger hung on her belt, waiting for an opportunity to be used.

"Must find help," her voice echoed through the night.

Maka walked around, wondering where she was. She seemed to be walking on the ceiling of an old house, for all the things that could be identified as furniture were above her, upside down.

"Hello?" she asked to no one in particular. When no one answered, the meister sighed and sat under – maybe over – the window.

All of a sudden, a glow from outside caused Maka to look up. The night had never been this bright, she thought to herself. When she looked out the window, something caught her attention.

Instead of being covered in black, the Moon was full and round and colored a milky white, shining brighter than ever before. A friendly, smiling face seemed to be painted on its surface.

Maka gaped. She had never seen the Moon like this before. From what she had read in some books, the only time the Moon had been like this was before the Kishin was sealed away under Shibusen—

Creak.

Maka looked up. Someone was moving closer to her. So she wasn't so alone after all. What sounded like boots clacked on the wooden ceiling, closing the distance between them faster and considered fighting against this stranger, but then she saw his face – something in his eyes convinced her that he meant no harm.

He fell in front of her, begging and weeping spontaneously. "Please," she heard him say, "please help me..."

"What?" she asked. "Wh-who are you?"

"Help me, please," he went on, "Maka."

"Maka!"

Her green eyes snapped open, and then she yawned. Had she fallen asleep...?

"Good, you're awake," Soul said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Sleeping in isn't cool at all; at least, that's what you tell me all the time. Come on, we're gonna be late."

Maka looked down at her feet for a while, pondering the dream she had just had.

"Who was..." she trailed off.

"Who was what?"

"...No, nothing." She shook her head and stood up, getting her clothes while Soul left the room.

No use getting worked up about it; it was just a harmless dream, after all...right?

Somewhere very, very far away, another figure smiled as they felt Maka's soul response.

"...Found you..."

(Who is the glowing figure? What was Maka's strange dream all about? And what about that mysterious person at the end? Could it be possible that...it was Pitch?

More to come!)