Prologue:
The threatening sound of the thunder roared as Maka lied on the damp grass. Foot-steps slowly approached her, the moist sound on their heavy steps made quiet splashes. Strong winds forcefully blew at Maka's unconscious body. Her thin limbs felt a warm touch, as if somehow light found its way through darkness. She heard someone call her name.
What's happening? Where am I?
She was surrounded my thick stone walls as if she was in a prison. The hard rock floor was damp. But Maka wasn't alone. Inside Maka's soul was the heart-less Ashura. His deadly presence made her tremble uncontrollably. Her legs became weak and heavy making her gradually fall to the cold floor. His thin body covered by bandages, bent over to her face and whispered something.
"What happened to your bravery?" He whispered with a small grin growing.
"You ... You are supposed to be dead," she quietly stuttered. She saw his ghost-like face and her vision became blurry.
"I will never go away, as long as there is madness and chaos; I will never go away," he bluntly snarled. "And either way, now I'm going to be part of you now."
"What!" she loudly gasped. But the shocking sound of a familiar voice rose above all else. It was Soul's sturdy voice in the distance. He was calling her name, freeing her from this terrible nightmare. However, the firm hold of Ashura hand against Maka's face made her inescapable. "SOUL!"
Maka's frightened screaming bursted out from her small mouth, as she immediately rose up from the ground. Warm arms wrapped around her, cradling her in a tight embrace, Soul placed his head beside Maka's neck. They were both drenched and yet they still felt warm.
"Soul ..."
"Maka, everything is going to be alright."
"No. Its not. Everything is going to change."
The stone cold silence between them was utterly interrupted by the sight of the blinding sun. It shone above all the murky clouds of dust. A wonderful rainbow accumulated as the two of them turned toward each other. She looked at him with her eyes wide opened, with tears approaching. He held her tighter, hoping that she would stop her crying, but in the distance Maka can hear Ashura's demonic laugher mocking her.