*Riley's POV*

Lord Death has asked me to investigate a portal that seems to appear once every thousands of years. I was informed that the portal would reveal itself tomorrow being its anniversary. I was both excited and nervous.

"How will I come back? What if I'm stuck there?" I asked. He chuckled and said that there will be a time difference in the other world and that it will appear again on the 20th year.

I was able to pack my belongings before leaving off into the new world. I guess you can say it's scary a 14 year old girl traveling to a world that she doesn't know, but for some reason I just feel excited. I laid in bed thinking about all the possible places the portal could be taking me.

But before I go any further into the story I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Riley. I am 14 years old and I am a weapon. A weapon without a meister. I never really feel the need to have a meister. Plus, the responsibility and duty of having a meister. If you don't know what I am talking about then let me explain. As a weapon my duty is to protect my meister even if it means I have to die. If you are still with me (and I hope you are) and I didn't bore you with my ranting then thank you. If you have already left then I am sorry for the inconvenience.

Anyway, moving on. I woke up early the next day and began to do my daily routine. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth. I put on a t-shirt, jeans, converse and my favorite dark blue hoodie. I looked into the mirror. My light red-brown eyes matched my hair with was long and had strikes of silver in it. My cheekbones popped out slightly. My nose wasn't too small or too big or too pointy. Just regular size. And my lips weren't too thick or thin.

I braided my hair into a fishtail as I walked out of my apartment. I know what you are going to say. 'How is a 14 year old girl able to afford an apartment?' Well, the school that I go to isn't a normal school, but that is a story for another time. Also, I have a job at a cafe and my parents send me some money to help with the bills and food.

I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my hoodie as I walked towards the park that Lord Death had informed me where the portal will appear. The park was mostly empty and littered with trees. The grass was a healthy shade of green and the trees itself were tall. It was spring and the flowers were practically glowing in their bright colors.

Seconds later the portal appeared. It was oval shaped with dark blue rims and a purplish-blue color. It was like seeing something out of Doctor Who. My heart started racing. It was now or never. I walked into the vortex and the scenery immediately changed. The buildings looked ancient as it was mostly made out of bricks or cement or stone. The windows were covered by wooden shutters and the streets were filled with people. Some wore expensive clothing whilst others wore less fancy clothing. The men wore (what look like) tights and puffy shirts and the women wore dresses.

The weather change immediately hit me the same time the realization of where I am. I am in the Renaissance. I can't tell if it was convenient or ironic that I have always wanted to be in the Renaissance. I walked down the street, listening to the people talk in Italian. A few people bumped into me as others just stare. I ignored the stared the best I could. A few women started to gossip in hush tones probably about me.

Someone bumped into me again but this time pushing me to the ground. I looked at the person who bumped into me. It was a boy around my age. His hair was a light shade of brown with dark eyes. I expected him to apologize but instead he ran away shouting 'monstro'. I may not know that language but I know the word 'monster' when I hear it. I glanced at the direction he came from. More people followed his example and ran the opposite direction. Some shouted 'monster' while others just screamed. I craned my neck to look over the crowd to see a kishin. 'Why is a kishin here?'

As a weapon I was trained to kill kishins which are or were weapons like me, but unlike me they devour human souls. The school I go to trains me to fight them and collect their souls. During my first year, I was told that I would collect 99 kishin souls and 1 witch soul to become a death scythe. A powerful weapon that allows Lord Death himself to use whenever he needs to.

I narrowed my eyes at it. It was about 10 feet tall with huge claws and shark like teeth. There were spikes on its back and arms, but it's face looked like a mask. The eyes were pitch black and hollow and the nose was pointy like a shape of a cone. It roared and groaned obviously hungry for human souls.

I charged at the monster, throwing my arms back and leaning forward like a ninja. When I got close I willed my elbows to glowed a bright red color and when the light faded and a blade took its place. I leaped into the air and slammed my bladder elbows into its forehead. The blade disappeared and reappeared onto my feet as I kicked its face. I landed on my feet as the monster disintegrated into dust leaving behind its red soul. I took the soul and eat it. For me souls doesn't taste like anything but it was still good.

I began to walk away until a heard a voice.

"What are you?" I paused and turned around. A man who seemed to be a few years, if not, older than me. He wore a white robe with a red sash around his waist along with a belt decorated with an insignia, a cape on his shoulder and dark boots. A hood covered his face but leaving the mouth and chin visible, showing his scarred lip.

"What?" I asked.

"Who are you and how are you able to kill that...thing?" He repeated with a thick Italian accent.

"I'm Riley and that 'thing' was a kishin. And I killed it because it's part of my job."

"But you are only a little girl."

"To you I am short but to some people I am average height and even though I am a girl, I can still fight."

"Yes, but how are you able to do that?"

"I am born with it." Before he could say anything else, I started walking away.

"Where are you going?" He asked jogging to catch up to me.

"I'm going to stay here for awhile so I might as well find a place to stay."

"Why don't you stay with me?"

"We have only just met. I don't know who you are or what your name is."

"And yet you told me yours and what you do." 'Damn it!'

"Fine, but don't try anything."

"You have my word." He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, but followed him. As we walked he asked more questions. He asked what I was and where I'm from. I answered his questions one by one. He seemed to believe me about being from the future mainly because of my clothes. He didn't seemed to understand the meister and weapon part, though. I explained it to him and understood or act like he did.

"If a weapons needs a meister, where is yours?" The man, Ezio, asked.

"I didn't want one. You can chose if you want one or not, but most of the weapons I know have meisters." I answered.

"I see. How does a weapon know who their meister is?"

"First the weapon and meister must have compatible wavelengths or at least manage a compatible wavelength. Their bond must be in harmony with each other to form a perfect team." I explained. We stopped in front of a wooden door that was decorated with carvings and designs. Ezio knocked on the door.

"Coming," Someone said. The door opened to reveal a man around his 20's or 30's with shoulder length brown hair with a hint of blond, a stubble, and blue eyes. His clothes matched a little with the style of the people I have seen so far, but his were a little more Renaissancey. He even wore a little red hat.

"Ezio, my friend, how are you?" The man said with a bright smile as he hugged his friend.

"I am fine." He said embracing his friend. The man looked at me and smiled again.

"Who is your friend?" He asked. Before Ezio said anything I introduced myself.

"I'm Riley." I said sticking my hand out. The man, instead of shaking my hand, hugged me. The action surprised me. Once he put me down, he introduced himself.

"Hello, Riley. I am Leonardo da Vinci."

Wait, what?! Leonardo da Vinci. Wow.

"Come in." The famous painter said. We walked into the house and found the room a complete mess. Papers littered the floor, desks, and chairs along with books, paintings, and unfinished or finished but soon to be delivered projects and inventions.

"Excuse the mess. I have been very busy." He said. He faced us. "What can I do for you?"

"I came to visit for a bit and Riley just arrived here and does not have a place to stay." Ezio explained. Before the conversation continued, I asked to borrow a mirror. Leonardo pointed at the room with a mirror. I thanked him and excused myself out of the conversation. When I walked into the room, there was a dresser that held a mirror. Walking over, I breathed onto the mirror and wrote the numbers while chanting.

"42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on death's door." Being a student in Death Meister Weapon Academy (DWMA), we learned how do communicate with Lord Death whenever we needed to report something. The fog cleared up and was replaced with the image of Lord Death.

"Hiya, Riley, how is the mission going?" He said in his childish like voice. His large, styrofoam like hand hiding in his dark cloak while his goofy looking skull mask stayed visible.

"The missions is going great, Lord Death. It turns out that the portal transports you to the Renaissance." I said.

"So that's where it goes this time." He said to himself.

"What do you mean?"

"When this portal appears I ask certain individuals to enter to see where it leads to."

"So I am not the only one."

"Nope."

"Also, Lord Death, there was a kishin here."

"There have been kishins in history. Don't be surprised to see a few every now and again." The image of the grim reaper started to go static.

"Before the connection is gone, Riley, if there is a powerful kishin or even a witch please consider having a meister. Even if it's temporary. Just incase you cannot take it alone." I sighed but nodded. If a powerful kishin or witch came, I would need a meister. I'm not weak but I am not strong enough to take on a witch alone. The connection then faded. I walked out of the room with a lot to think about. Who would be my meister? What if I don't find one and I am in trouble? I have so much to think about.