AN: After waiting so long to write fanfiction, this is my first attempt. I wanted to do this sort of continuation; show things that happened after the Battle on the Moon, and then it turned into this. Enjoy!

Maka's not used to having these sorts of dreams. Even in her 30 years of living, she's never had a dream like this. It's the first dream she's ever remembered in a long time, and the last dream she remembered was when she was sixteen.

Sixteen years old. She was in the black blood room, despite it being gone after defeating Asura. She had reached out to Soul. As they danced, they had melted together. Into the black blood. Two souls now in one body. The day after that dream, Soul had told her he loved her.

She'll never forget that day.

Thirty years old. This dream was more cryptic. A girl stood before her. She held, what looked like, a small toy wand in her hand. It was pink, with a bird's head on top of it. The girl herself seemed to be around thirteen or so, auburn hair cut short with small sections in pigtails. Emerald green eyes, that seemed to match Maka's in intensity, stared up at her and a smile graced her lips. The girl ran off. Without thinking, Maka decided to follow her.

As Maka followed the little girl, smoke came into full view, and she lost sight of the girl and her wand. Maka stopped to try to catch her breath, but it proved to be difficult with the smoke.

The wisps of cloudy air circled her, changed into different colors, and a form began to appear. A woman. Made of smoke. A strange headdress across her forehead.

She pointed ahead, and Maka began running in that direction. As she ran, there was some sort of desperation in her steps. Like a disaster would occur if she didn't hurry.

She didn't know this little girl, so why was it so important to find her?

The smoke cleared to reveal a morose scene. The girl was on her knees, crying. Her wand was gone, but another girl, possibly the same age, lay before her. The girl had long, beautiful jet black hair, that kinked at the bottom, and her eyes were closed. Blood spilled beneath a black dress, stained the weeping girl's white one.

All Maka could do was reach out to the sad girl, hoping to comfort her. Before she could touch her shoulder. The girl turned around to face her.

She was also hurt. Bleeding profusely from a wound in her chest, tears continued to fall from her face as she collapsed to the floor. Maka caught her quickly, and laid her down gently. She laid the girl on her back, letting her head rest in Maka's lap. The girl's eyes were closed now, cheeks stained with tears. Maka could've sworn the wound in the girl's chest was from a blade of some sort.

A knife. No. A scythe.

Maka looked up to see a dark, obscured figure before them. The figure's shadow swallowed the dark-haired girl before approaching Maka and her emerald-eyed companion.

Silence passed, as Maka clutched the girl in her arms, as a caring mother holds their child. An arm from the figure rose and smoke around him twisted until a golden scythe as bright as the sun appeared in his hand.

She couldn't move. Her heart leaped in her stomach as she sat stiff on the ground. The golden blade raised above her head.

It swung down, and Maka awakened.

Heart beating, body covered in sweat, the 30-year-old Maka Albarn, now Maka Albarn-Evans, sat up in bed to catch her breath. The covers became so unbearable that she kicked them off in frustration, rubbing her face, trying to make sense of what she saw.

While she didn't notice, a snowy-haired, red-eyed man stirred from his slumber and sat up to look at the woman next to him. Concerned, he leaned his head on her shoulder.

"Bad dream?" he asked, snuggling into her neck, as she let her arms drop to her sides. He pulled her close, and she fell into his embrace.

"I don't…think so," she replied with a heavy sigh, "Just a weird one."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know how to describe it."

"Was it Crona again?"

Maka stared at her partner, somewhat confused.

"You've had nightmares about Crona before," he said. Oh yeah, she did. She had somehow forgotten them.

"Nah, no Crona. Just…people I didn't know."

"Really? That's weird."

"Yeah, they were…I dunno…thirteen? Fourteen tops?"

"Maybe you're just anxious about the first day of teaching tomorrow," he concluded, sounding a bit more relaxed than before.

"Soul, I've been teaching here for, what, five years now? Same goes for you."

"Yeah, I know."

"So why the hell would I be nervous about a bunch of new kids?" she smirked, "You know me better than that."

Her weapon sighed, "Yeah, I know. I just figured...something was wrong so…"

As he rubbed the back of his head, Maka smiled. He was just worried about her. Some things never change. She leaned into his should now, her hand reaching behind to rub his back.

"I'm fine, Soul," she assured him.

"Well, then, what was so weird about your dream?"

"I dunno. I didn't know these kids but…it felt kind of…familiar, like I'm supposed to know them."

"Like one of those future dreams…or something like? What's the word?"

"Precognitive."

"Right, right. That's right."

Maka sat up, looking out the window beside their bed. A black orb encircled the once smiling moon outside. The stars covered the night sky like diamonds.

"Everything's been so calm, and yet…I feel like something bad's going to happen," she thought aloud, and then she fell back onto the bed with a thud. Soul looked down at her in silence, and then flopped down as well.

"Well," he finally breathed out, "I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle…"

Maka looked over at her partner. Her weapon. Soul Eater Albarn-Evans. He gave her his signature grin that she loved so much, and any doubts she may have had disappeared as she gave a light laugh.

"Right?" he said, pulling her in for an embrace. She looked him straight in the eye.

"Yeah, you're right."

The gazes softened, and their lips met, if only for a brief moment, before falling back to sleep.

Maka still couldn't forget that dream, as it played over and over in her mind. While she was calmer than before, a preconceived dread had already taken root.

Something terrible was coming, and Maka made sure that she prepared the new students for the coming year ahead.