Kid walked down the halls of the DWMA, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The day was going by slowly for him, even though the city was abuzz with life.

Today was April 1st. It had been exactly one year since the Kishin's revival, and the DWMA was making this evening party even more special because of it. While Kid put on a smile for the party; because his friends would worry if he seemed down at the gala, he was anything but happy about today.

While his father's organization was founded on this day, giving everyone a reason to party, it held another… darker meaning him and his father.

Kid narrowed his eyes, staring at the ground as if it offended him in some way. He hated thinking about it. He hated thinking about her. And yet, he loved thinking about her all at the same time. Her soft, elegant voice, her warm hold, how she would sing him to sleep softly when he cried. His mother.

Kid breathed in deeply, tears threatening his eyes as she entered his mind. This was the day she died, the day she was ripped from him and his father forever. He loathed the ceremony with a passion because of this. It was the first time he went to the gala, those eight years ago, when the gala was crashed much like when the Kishin was received. He was so excited to finally go to the party his parents loved so much, yet when he went that year, someone invaded the city and took his mother away from him.

He didn't know who it was. He knew his father had some small knowledge about him, but it was almost just a much a mystery to him as well. Whenever he asked about her, his father would always go silent, only being able to speak for a few moments before breaking down into uncontrollable tears. He felt guilty for her death. He felt guilty because he wasn't able to protect the only woman he loved in his many years of living. The conversation always ended with them both in tears, the guilt and sadness often taking over.

Kid had decided that with this issue, he was going to go searching for answers of his own. He knew he would have to go into the underground, and into his father's vault to find anything on her. That's where he buried everything, his father's guilt along with.

Kid descended down the stairs, looking around cautiously to see if he was being followed or not. He needed to make sure that no one saw him come down here because they would probably tell his father and that would cause some complications.

He walked down another flight of stairs, the line of windows coming to an end, and the walls were now illuminated by candlelight.

The only sound Kid heard now was the clicking of his own heels on the ground, the sound echoing off the walls around him.

Once he reached the bottom, he jogged down the stone corridor, wanting to get to the vault as quickly as possible. He made a left, then right, then left, then right, then finally he made it to the door. The large, black door stood menacingly above him, taunting him with the secrets inside. Kid breathed deeply, entering the password into the door and pushing them open. The light from the candles poured into the large cavern, revealing multiple strange objects scattered everywhere.

Kid swallowed thickly, pulling out his flashlight and closing the heavy doors behind him. The darkness surrounded him, the only light from the small black device in his hand. He walked forward cautiously, looking around to see anything that could look like it was his mother's. It was few, quiet minutes, nothing but the click of his heels on the ground.

He moved behind the wall holding the frames of the pages of Eibon's book, looking at the piles and piles of what appeared to be junk around him.

He moved to the back, worming his way past objects and observing everything around him.

Then he saw it.

A small, black book with a dragon etched into its front. A small glow was emitting off the lock around the book, glowing as dim as an ember. He picked it up gingerly, wiping off the dust and inspecting it. Kid rose a brow, flipping the book back to see if there was an author.

Elphaba Screeting

His heart stopped, then began to race. His knees gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground. He then began to furiously yank at the lock, trying to tear it open. But the stubborn thing stayed shut, the glow hissing when he touched it.

Kid growled, looking around to find an object to either cut and or tear the leather bound.

"There has to be something around here!" he snapped, tossing objects angrily as he searched.

But the locked seemingly sung, turning from yellow to blue and popping off the instant he spoke.

Kid jumped, watching the leather strip fall onto his lap dully. He stared at the book in confusion, the leather bound pages now free to look into. He rose his hand with trembling fingers, grasping the cover gingerly and slowly opening it.

He looked down at the first page, a tiny message written in soft writing.

"To my only son, Kid. Just in case."

He rose a brow, looking over the message over and over again. In case of what? He turned the page, reading the gentle cursive with focused eyes.

"To Kid,

Hello sweetie, it's Momma. If you're reading this, it pains me to say something has happened to me. The lock around it was meant to stay sealed until it heard your voice. I put it like that for a reason. You see, there are things about me you've been told, that may or may not be untrue."

Kid hummed in curiousity, feeling slightly hurt that he was lied to. But he kept reading.

"You've been told things, like where I came from, how I got my powers, things like that. Well my dear, I want you to know the truth. I was going to wait until you were older to explain it to you, but with me gone, this will have to do. I'm sorry, my sweet little blossom, I'm sorry that I kept things from you. And I'm sorry you have to learn about this from a tiny little book. But bare with me, for I intend to tell you everything."

Kid felt tears prickle in his eyes, the nickname his mother gave him making his heart beat. He bit his lips, trying to stifle his tears as the letter drew to a close.

"So here it is my blossom, this is my story. From the very beginning. Listen carefully, my little baby, this is kinda a long story.

The year was 1777 in Dublin, Ireland.


Hey hey HEY! Guess what guYS!? I'm finally gonna start this thing up!

So, for a bit of a story, I discovered Soul Eater about a year ago and fell IN LOVE with it. I watched the anime, I read the manga, and just couldn't get enough. While I love the anime to death, I felt like the ending was left really open. Like, the manga had a more complete, final like feel to it; the anime didn't just have a totally different ending with elements from the manga, it left a lot of things unanswered. So I decided I wanted to make my own timeline for the anime, add some twists since things canon in the mange aren't seen in the anime; like Kid being a fragment of Lord Death's soul, or Soul coming from a rich music family, or even the fact that Sid is technically Black Star's adopted father! So, with this info basically NON EXSISTANT in the anime, I decided to make up some head cannons for it. Just remember, this story is cannon in the ANIME UNIVERSE ONLY, it does NOT apply to the Manga. Sorry about seeming angry, it's just people try and lecture me about the manga and it's facts, and how it's all still canon in the anime, but as we know, Lord Death is still alive and Archane got impaled via a fist in her boobs instead of the badass fight between her, Soul, Maka, and Medusa. So...yeah

Anyhoodle, sorry about the rant. This story it the beginning of my SE Anime Verse Story, and will future a lot of OCs, so just be warned. Oh, and yes, this chapter is supposed to look like a source code. That was done on purpose. To those who've read the chapter's of my other story, this character might seem familiar, not that we've seen much since I lost interest on the damned thing *bricked*.

So, that's that. It's gonna have the same schedule as my other story. Every Saturday at 5 pm Tokyo time (+9)

If you guys wanna see me on other websites, check me out on Tumblr - Tiramina8194 (it's the same name XD) I really just kinda shitpost right now, BUT I do plan to start uploading artwork once I find a good art program. I'm stuck between Paint Tool Sai and Photoshop...hmm

Anyway, that's that! See ya'll on the 19th for the first chapter!

~HUGS ALL AROUND~

damn this thing was longer than the actual prologue...:

Edit: Decided to use the other prolouge, source code one wasn't working for me :/