MY SECOND SOUL EATER STORY! ENJOY THIS DELIGHTFUL RETELLING! YEAH EVEN A DIRTY OTAKU LIKE ME NEEDS A BREAK FROM SMUT NOW AND AGAIN!

It was a gorgeous spring day in the hills of Austria. The birds were chirping, the squirrels were scurring, and a delighful young postulant by the name of Maka Albarn was prancing upon the hills. Endowed with a magical voice, she began singing.

The hills are alive with the sound of music

With songs they have sung For a thousand years

The hills fill my heart with the sound of music

My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings Of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees

My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook When it trips and falls Over stones on its way

To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely

I know I will hear what I've heard before

My heart will be blessed With the sound of music And I'll sing... ...once more

Just then, the abbey's bells ring calling for all nuns. "Ohh" she said. She ran from the hills straight to the abbey.

END OF CHAPTER I