Soul Eater: Shattered Balance.
Chapter 1: Welcome to the DWMA.
I suppose you're here for a story. That is what your world enjoys hearing from mine, correct? That is unless your world has moved on to some other means of entertainment. But I assume by the fact you are still reading that it's a story you seek. Well then, have I got quite the tale for you.
You may have heard of Maka Albarn, the legendary scythe wielder that saved the world from falling into madness by slaying the mighty Kishin Ashura. She was a Meister who made many friends and enemies along her journey. She was the one who's said to have ended Ashura's life with a single punch. This… is not her story.
This is the story of another generation, one fifteen years after Ashura's death. One of adventure, friendship, tragedy, and powers Beyond YOUR WILDEST-
…My apologies, I seem to have gotten carried away. But I'm sure you are growing weary of this long-winded explanation, so let's begin.
Time: Morning, 8/13/X1
Location: Nevada Desert
It was a typical day in the desert; the temperature was scorching, the wind was barely noticeable, and the sun was laughing with its creepy face that it for some reason has. Due to the vast emptiness of it, one would have very little trouble noticing the two hooded travelers trekking across.
They both wore white desert cloaks and large backpacks, but they were easily distinguishable from each other by the noticeable difference in their heights. Both were barely keeping up their pace, hunched over and dragging their feet like some sort of zombies. After a long silence between the two, the shorter one finally spoke up.
"Are we there yet?" he asked in an exhausted tone.
"I don't know, but it can't be that much farther right?" The taller one reassured.
"But we've been walking for hours, why couldn't we have taken the bus?"
"There are no buses that come all the way out here."
After a moan, the shorter one fell over.
"I'm tired, carry me…" He complained.
"Hey! Don't give up! We've come all this way, we can't give up now!" The taller exclaimed.
"But I'm too tired….."
"Aw come on, you can't…." But before she could finish her statement, she noticed something on the horizon. It was what they had wandered across the desert to find, the DWMA (Which stands for Death Weapon Meister Academy).
"There it is!"
"Where?!"
"It's just over the horizon! We're going to make it!"
"Yes! Finally!"
And with their heads held high, they both started running to the city… Unfortunately they were exhausted from the trip, and immediately collapsed after getting there.
Our heroes, ladies and gentlemen.
Fortunately for them they were quickly spotted by a citizen. Seeing their 'odd' appearances, he assumed them to be from the DWMA, and brought them to its infirmary.
After lying unconscious for an hour or so, the taller of the two woke up. She had teal eyes, olive skin, and brown hair that barely went past her shoulders. She was wearing a white t-shirt that had an image of a blue soul on it, along with long but thin pants and hiking shoes. Her cloak and backpack were lying on a table beside the bed she was on, with a glass of water as well. After taking a sip of said water, she began pondering how she got to where she was.
"Are you feeling better?"
She jumped after hearing the voice, as she had not been aware there was someone else in the room.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The woman frantically said. She had light skin, long blond hair, and a yellow eye with the other being under an eye patch. She looked like she was in her thirties, and was wearing a nurse uniform.
"You're not in good condition to be moving around, just lie down and get re-hydrated." The woman kindly spoke.
"Are you a nurse?" The teen asked.
"No, I'm just filling in for her. My name is Marie Mjölnir." She spoke with a smile, and seemed to resonate kindness. "So what's your name, dear?"
"Oh, I'm Terry Ross. And this is my….wait, where's Moko?!" She panicked.
"Calm down, he's just sleeping in the bed beside yours."
Terry looked to her left and saw him sleeping like a baby. Moko was an odd-looking one. He was only about half Terry's height, and one would easily mistake him for a cartoon character. He had white hair that spiked upwards. He wore a metal bandana that went from his forehead around the back, with larger points on the sides that covered his ears. Due to his bandana, his face was always in shadows, with only a half eyed open ':3' expression most of the time. He had on a simple green hoodie, along with shorts and athletic wrap that went around his arms and legs, although a bit at the end would always be untucked and flowing.
"Ugh….five more minutes…" Moko moaned, rolling over and tucking further into his blanket.
"He's fine." Terry spoke, letting out a sigh of relief.
"So I assume you two are a Weapon-Meister pair?" Marie asked.
"I guess." Terry shrugged. "I've always been an odd child. I see 'Things' whenever I look at people's chests."
"So you can see souls?"
"That's what they are?"
"I see you don't know a lot about souls."
"Well, after I met Moko and learned he could transform into a weapon, I heard about some place called the 'DWMA', which can help people like me and him."
"Well aren't you the lucky one! You just so happen to be there now!" Marie spoke excitedly.
"WE'RE THERE?!" Shouted Moko, jumping out of his bed.
"Oh, NOW you wake up." Terry agitatedly said.
"I guess that explains why you crossed the desert, but you could have just taken a bus." Marie stated.
"What?!" Terry exclaimed.
"See! I told you we should have taken a bus! But noooo, you said there weren't any! Why did you do this! We could have died! I mean…." Moko continued complaining, hitting his fists against Terry's chest like a child.
Ignoring Moko's fists, Terry continued to question Marie. "So what did you call us earlier?"
"It's just what we call people like you and Moko." Marie said. "There are two types of students here at the DWMA, Weapons and Meisters. Weapons are people who can change into weapons, and Meisters are the ones that use those weapons. Of course not everyone can use any Weapon, they can only be used by a Meister who can share a similar or balancing 'Soul Wavelength' as them."
"Soul Wavelength?" Terry questioned.
"You're learn what that is soon enough. If you want to enroll, just go to this room." Marie handed them a slip of paper with the room number on in.
"Thank you!" Terry said, quickly bowing and rushing to the door with Moko close behind.
"Bye pirate lady!" Moko chimed on the way out.
"Try not to tire yourselves out!" Marie yelled to them.
After leaving the infirmary, the two headed to the front of the DWMA. The school consisted of a collection of large black towers and spires patterned with white lines and the occasional skull mask. The roofs of the towers were conical and bright red. Enormous candles poke out of shafts along the sides of the buildings. The Academy's most noticeable feature however, were the three large Reaper skulls lined up at the entrance, with the middle skull being the largest, and sporting three blood-red spikes going through its eye and nose holes, while the skulls on the side were smaller and had slanted eyes. In between the 'teeth' of these giant skulls were the school's main entrances. At the top of the school hover three strange black orbs.
Before the two had time to start questioning the somehow floating balls above the school, they noticed a teen. He was playing a double neck, electric lead guitar, which was painted red and white. He had tan skin, grey eyes, triangular sun glasses, and spike orange hair, with red-dyed bangs. He wore a black sleeveless shirt, with a bird image, and wore ripped jeans.
He seemed to be practicing a calm melody on his guitar. Terry found the music quite relaxing. But right as she was getting into it, he suddenly burst out into a rock piece, finishing with a strong power cord. While Terry was a bit confused by this, Moko was wildly clapping and cheering.
"Thank you! Thank you! You're too kind!" The guy yelled as if he were playing in front of a large audience, despite the fact that the only ones there were Terry and Moko. After his self-congratulations, he noticed the two. "I don't think I've seen you dudes around here before. My name's Presley, what's yours?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm Terry, and this is Moko." Terry spoke, while still a bit on edge.
"Cool Guitar!" Moko said.
"No-no-no little dude. This ain't a Guitar, this is my partner! Introduce yourself!" He yelled as he threw the guitar in the air, with it glowing and changing shape into another teen. This one had lighter skin, green eyes, and black combed hair. He wore a simple red collared shirt, along with khaki pants.
The Weapon began to introduce himself in a very low voice. "Hello, my name is-"
"This is my broham, Bass!" Presley shouted over him, with Bass simply giving a nod of his head and bowing.
"So Weapons can also be instruments?" Terry questioned.
"Weapons can be just about anything, dudette!" Presley yelled.
But before Terry could ask another question, Moko spoke up. "Shouldn't we be going somewhere?"
"Oh that's right!" Terry said, having forgotten about it. "Do you two know where this room number-"
Before she could finish asking Presley snatched the paper out of her hand, looking over it for all of one second before giving an answer. "This is the Death Room dudette!"
"The what room?"
"It's Lord Death's office!"
"So he's the principal of this school?"
"Yep, the Grim Reaper himself!"
"Ok, tha-Wait, he's the actual Grim Reaper?"
Presley looked at her like she was some sort of idiot. "You never heard of him or something?"
"Yeah, but I thought it was just some kind of title!"
"Dudette, you got a LOT to learn about this place! Just go on through the front door and down the hall, you can't miss it! And hurry, you don't wanna make a bad first impression!"
"Ok, thanks!" Terry and Moko quickly ran inside, waving bye to the two performers.
They soon arrived at the door of the Death Room. Compared to the appearance of the school itself, it was rather lack luster. It was just a simple; albeit large; dual door with a skull design and the word "Death Room" in the middle of it.
"Where's the doorknob? How do we-"Moko began to question, before being interrupted by a booming, yet gentle voice.
"Come in"
Both Terry and Moko were put a bit on edge by the sudden response.
"Are you ready Moko?" Terry asked.
"I was born ready!" Moko replied, with a determined grin on his face.
And so, the two pressed their hands to the door and pushed, entering into the large light on the other side.