Chapter One

"Hello Natan. I have been watching you for quite some time now, but I have only just gained the courage to speak to you. Even then, it is only in the form of these wretched letters. How I long to be able to confront you but I know that it is not the right time yet. No. Not the right time. I will wait patiently for it to come, communicating only with my pen and my thoughts. Yes. These notes will be the only form of communication between us. Until at last the time is right."

The young student stood with his back to his friends, reading the note that had been slipped into his books. This was the weirdest thing he had ever read. Who the hell wrote this and why were they watching him? He was Natan, son of Isabella Death, victim of countless symmetry fits from his father. Who in their right mind would want to watch him? No. I can't deal with this right now. He thought. Class will start soon and I need to pay attention. Deciding to ask his father about it later, he slammed the locker door shut and turned towards the small group of students waiting for him. "Sorry." He said. "I was just looking over some notes for class."

"Well it sure took you long enough." One of them grumbled. This was Aaron, while being tall and extremely muscular, he was also obnoxious and rude but he was a really good friend if you could see past all of that. "Jeez Nate, what did you write on there?"

"Hey! Shut up." One of the girls said, elbowing Aaron in the ribs. "We need to go or we're going to be late!" The girl swung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed Aaron's muscular hand, yanking him down the hallway with her sister following behind her. The others followed quickly, not wanting to anger the small volcano of fury that was Samantha. With her wheat colored hair and blue-gray eyes, Sam was not one to cross. She wasn't the tallest girl in the world, not in a long shot, but she may have been the easiest to tick off. Her skinny arms packed power into each punch and every kick from her long legs could injure easily.

Her younger sister however, couldn't have been more different. Lillian was taller than Sam and not nearly as outspoken. She was, however, fiercely protective of her sister often standing by her side, warning others with her piercing green eyes about what would happen if they get too close. And, even though she didn't like to admit it, Lily was quite the fighter as well.

It was in this fashion, with Aaron being dragged by Sam and the others walking behind them, that they arrived at their next class right before the bell rang. The small cluster of students had most of their classes together, which is how they had all met. This class, History of Death City, was Nate's favorite. Here, they learned all about the fabled DWMA, a school for Meisters and Weapons.

"Welcome students!" The teacher, Mr. D, says as the students sit in their seats. "Please open your books to page 93 and read the text. We'll discuss it after you're done. Now, get started!" Flipping through the pages, Nate began to read eagerly, even though he had already read the whole book ahead of time.

The main goal of the Academy was to protect the world from evil and preserve peace. In the world, there were humans that would abandon their life as a human and go on the path of an Evil human, a path that transforms them into vicious evil beings that kill innocent humans for their pure souls. When enough souls are consumed, the Evil human would transform into an incredibly dangerous being called a Kishin.

To stop this, the DWMA trained people to combat against Kishins, by training their students from a young age to fight and kill these beings. The DWMA trains these Meisters and Weapons to also combat against Witches, which also threatened the peace of the world. Many students were motivated into fighting against the Evil humans and Witches with their main goal: making or becoming a Death scythe. When a Demon Weapon had consumed a certain amount of souls in a particular order (99 Evil human souls and 1 Witch Soul) they gained extraordinary power and could be used by Lord Death himself. Creating a Death scythe is thus known to be a hard and difficult process, and many Meisters were respected for creating a Death scythe, and Death scythes themselves were respected among the students as well.

As time continued an event occurred, wiping out all of the Kishins and witches in the world. To this day, no one has ever found out what caused this. However, since Kishins were no longer being made, the weapon blood in humans began to disappear, eventually leaving the blood line for good. It is said that some Meisters and Weapons were able to retain the blood that made them so. But only those who had been at the incident. However, studies have proven that no traces of the blood are left in any living human. The DWMA is now used as a normal school for Death City. The memory of the fabled Weapons and Meisters are all we have today.

"Alright class. You've had enough time." Mr. D called out. "Somebody tell me who created the DWMA and why they created it." Several kids raised their hands including Natan's friend, Brianna, who was one of the smartest girls he knew. She was extremely pretty with long, blond hair and huge blue eyes, but she was definitely not a dumb blond.

"The creator of the DWMA was Lord Death." Bri answered. She then launched into an almost word for word answer to the question, boring most of the students in the room. Natan's mind began to drift until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking over, he saw that the tap had come from Alex, who had been sitting next to him.

"Hey." He said. "Isn't that your last name? Death?"

"Yeah" answered Natan "But I'm not related to him." Nate had thought about that many times before. He often imagined that he himself were a grim reaper like Lord Death, but he knew that was impossible. There was no way his dad would be able to fight anything. He had a nervous breakdown every time he saw something asymmetrical.

"Oh. That's cool" said Alex, running his hands through his gelled, brown hair. "Hey when does class let out? I need to go home and sleep." Just as he was asking this, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The kids all breathed a sigh of relief. All except Bri, who still hadn't finished answering the question.

"Alright class!" Mr. D yelled. "I'll see you tomorrow!" With that said, he went to his desk and began to pack up.

Natan felt a twinge of excitement as the students filed out of the door. Tonight, his whole family and most of his friends were coming over. This was always exciting because of his aunts, who always brought a splash of color to the dull gray tones of his father. They weren't really his aunts but they were treated like ones because his father didn't have any siblings.

"Hey Nate!" Bri said as she ran up to him. "What time should we come over tonight?" Bri was Nate's cousin. So, she would be coming over tonight as well. He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to her the whole time.

" I don't think there's really a set time." Nate replied as they walked down the street.

"Okay! I'll tell Mom. See you there!" she called over her shoulder as she turned down a side street leading to her house.