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Her feet dangled from the edge of the cliff as the moon peered from behind the clouds allowing her to gaze out at the vast beauty of the landscape before her. The city lights burned and sparkled like stars in the distance beyond the crests of the mountains. Below her lay a green covered valley filled with beautiful flowers and a small flowing river dancing in the shimmer of the moonlight. The thunder roared through the mighty peaks and echoed around the enchanting valley. The rain that pounded on all the leaves and green around her was a familiar and comforting sound. She missed this. She pulled her sleeve back to stare at the little red ribbon tied around her wrist. She yanked on it and ripped it off as she stood up and walked to the nearby magnolia tree. There were so many memories here. She held onto the sturdy branch as she leaned further out over the cliff. It was harder to do in heels so she kicked them off her feet. Her long black gown was soaked and flew behind her in the heavy wind. The little ribbon she held in her hand flapped furiously in the strong gust with her long golden locks of hair. Both her hands were above her head, wrapped around the branch for support. Far below her was a pit of blurry trees in the distance. She was focused on her destination immediately beneath her. She held on to the branch even tighter as her breathing became more rapid. This was it. She held her breath as she was about to let go.

"Stop!"

She held the branch tightly and turned to see where the voice came from. A boy stood in the shadow just beyond the trunk of the tree, breathing deeply.

"…Stop."


MISSING DWMA STUDENT

The Death Meister/Weapon pair from the DWMA in Death City known as Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans were targeting a team of two Kishin eggs Tuesday night, when Mr. Evans mysteriously disappeared.

The evil duo is well known to the DWMA and have been able to escape the grasp of the Academy for many years, allowing them to consume numerous human souls and grow in their power. They were reportedly on the verge of completing the transformation to become full-fledge Kishin.

According to Miss. Albarn, she and Mr. Evans were entering the cave of which was believed to be the lair of the Kishin duo on Tuesday around 8 pm. Mr. Evans entered first when there was a sudden collapse of the cave entrance, leaving Miss. Albarn outside while Mr. Evans was trapped on the interior. Miss. Albarn tried desperately to move the rocks and call out to her partner when another collapse only left more damage at the blocked entrance. Realizing she needed help, she immediately contacted the Academy for backup.

Once special units arrived and the rocks were removed about an hour and a half later, Soul Eater was nowhere to be found. Search and rescue teams scoured the perimeter and searched the enclosure of the cave but Mr. Evans was never located.

Lord Death had confidence in the Meister/Weapon pair's abilities - In only the 3 months that Mr. Evans had received the rank of "Death Scythe", the pair succeeded in completing 13 other missions that were labeled highly classified and highly dangerous, setting a record for the DWMA. One of those missions included saving the lives of all the Death Weapons and Meisters involved. They were considered heroes throughout Death City during this time.

Lord Death has asked anyone with potential information on the whereabouts of Mr. Evans to please come forward…


There were many rumors floating around the Academy speculating about what happened to Soul. Some even blamed Maka saying the whole story was made up and she murdered her partner in cold blood. Eventually all the rumors caused her to part ways with the Academy. Nobody knew exactly what became of her except Lord Death, who didn't disclose any information about her location to anybody; not even to her closest friends or father.

Tsubaki, Black*Star, Death the Kid, Liz, and Patty were determined to clear Maka's name and bring her back to the Academy. Even Soul's twin brother, Wes, and his meister, Ally, staunchly believed in Maka's innocence and joined the gang in the fight to bring justice for Maka. By that time, them, Blair, Stein, Spirit, Miss Marie, Sid, and Lord Death were the only individuals in Death City advocating for Maka's innocence. Everyone else, it seemed, deemed her guilty.

Two years have passed since that fateful day, and Maka remembers it all so clearly. It haunts her dreams at night and her thoughts during the day. For so long she clung to the hope that one day he would return to her, but now, two years later, she feels it was all in vain. He never returned and he never will... It's time for her to move on…

She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of students rapidly rising from their seats around her. Maka had daydreamed again.

She pushed her glasses up closer to the bridge of her nose and started to gather her things. She crammed her notebooks and textbooks into her backpack and threw it over her shoulder as she proceeded to the exit of the building.

She stood at the top of the steps that descended into the large stone courtyard of the university. "Maka!" Maka turned to see a slim, toned boy with long brown hair approach her. "Hey," he said smiling. "Hey, Nick." She smiled back at him.

"Hey, so listen, that test is next Friday. Want to study together sometime this week?"

She pulled the straps of her backpack together as she answered. "Yeah. Of course. I'll text you?"

He smiled again and turned to continue down the steps, "Yeah let me know! I'm going to be late, I'll see ya later!" She sighed to herself as she made her way across the busy courtyard and back to her dormitories where she could relax the rest of the day.

She threw her backpack onto her bed and slumped in her chair in front of her computer. Maka attended a real college, with real people - No longer studying the art of souls. This is much better than that life. Much. She doesn't have to think about Death Weapons or Meisters or her old friends - she hasn't really made any new ones here yet, but she figures she just needs time - and most importantly, she can forget about him. Forget everything about him - what he looked like, how he sounded, his stupid faces he always made. She wanted nothing more than to erase his memory from her brain forever. Anything and everything about her old life - that was behind her. She will no longer shed any tears. She will no longer blame herself. She won't dwell on what she could have done differently… It was time to start anew; time for her to be happy again. She smiled to herself and reached into her backpack to begin her homework. She pulled out her textbook for Roman history as she sighed to herself.

She looked over at her sword hanging on the nail above her bed and smiled. For the past 2 years, she has been studying in the art of the katana with Master Rin Sid. Rin Sid is an old Japanese gentleman especially gifted in the art of the sword. He doesn't talk very much but when he does, it's worth listening to because he's very wise. He's gained Maka's respect as he is one of the only true friends Maka feels she has made since this transition into her new life.

After a few hours of major studying, Maka felt hungry. She closed her book, grabbed her jacket, and headed for the door. She made her way out of her dormitory only to find that it was raining outside. She put her hood up above her head and walked casually into the rain. Rain didn't bother Maka.

As she walked to the corner café that she usually frequented for the delicious chicken guacamole wrap they served, she began to drift off in thought again. It is days like this that make her revisit old memories the most. It's days like this that make her want to visit the giant hill outside of town that overlooks a large river. She mostly liked to go on gloomy days like this, just to think about things. It's not as glorious as a sight of where she used to go in her past...with him. But it does the job.

That night she laid in bed, thinking - one of her most dangerous pastimes. She stared at the ceiling which glowed in the moonlight. Suddenly, his face appeared in the forefront of her mind, like it did nearly every night. Some nights she finds relief from him, but others…other nights she is gripped by pain, unable to avoid the face which appears so clearly in her mind's eye. The face that tortures her very soul when she gazes upon it. The face that appears no matter how many attempts she has made to block it out. The face that won't let her forget. The face of which she has failed to free herself from. His face. His beautiful face. She closed her eyes trying to think of anything else, anything at all... But all she could think about was him. Old memories flashed through her mind again.

"You could help, you know," Maka said while taping a fold she made on the colorful gift in front of her.

He grinned and picked up the scissors. He cut a piece of red ribbon off the reel and began to tie it around Maka's wrist. "What are you doing," she asked. "Making you a bracelet," he said. Maka smiled when he made the final tie. "Beautiful, just lovely," she said as she waved her wrist around showing it off. He said, "you aren't allowed to take it off either." She eyed him curiously as she asked, "why not?"

"Because this means that you are mine and we will be partners forever," he replied without blinking an eye. Maka stared at him with a smile across her face. "Oh, so you want to be my partner forever? I thought 10 minutes ago I was 'uncool'." He laughed, "I haven't ever told you, thank you…" Maka's face turned into a confused expression at the strange statement. "For…?"

He smirked, "for being a cool meister."

Maka was skeptical. "Ok. Why are you being so weird?" He laughed. "Will you stop being so analytical and just accept it. I'm about to take it back."

Maka smiled, took the scissors, and cut a piece of green ribbon from the reel. She wrapped it around his wrist. "This means you're mine and we will be partners forever. You aren't allowed to take it off."

He smiled and said, "never. That wouldn't be cool."

Her mind snapped back to reality when she blinked and a tear fell out of her eye. That was for Kid's birthday… A few days after that was when he disappeared.

She brought her arm out from under the covers to look at the faded red ribbon that remained tied around her wrist. She wondered that if his remains were ever to be found, would that green ribbon still be there? The thought made her nauseous as she rolled over. She sniffed as a few more tears leaked from her eyes. I'll always be yours... She thought to herself.

Meanwhile in Death City, Stein made his way across Lord Death's chambers. "You wanted to see me," he asked. Spirit stood at the end of the chamber with Death. "Yes, Stein. Thank you for responding so quickly." Stein stopped a few feet in front of the pair while awaiting the news. "I've just been informed that they have learned of Maka's location. It seems their interest in her hasn't waned and they don't take chances." Stein raised his eyebrows. "How did that happen?" Death shrugged, "we aren't entirely sure. In light of this news, we must bring her back to Death City. She is just not safe anymore."

Stein nodded and turned to leave, when he stopped in his tracks and turned back towards Death. "I assume it's time then?" Death nodded. "It's time."