Sorry it's been so long! I've had lots of homework and stuff :)

Jade's POV

I almost died. My mother was Witch Korra?

'No, that's not true. She's the most powerful witch, like... ever. And that would mean...'

Lord Death smiled on one side of his mouth.

'She was the best witch ever, but she passed away approximately three weeks ago, and her soul was eaten by Mr. Soul Eater Evans.'

I must've looked crestfallen, and Kid looked as shocked as I felt.

'My mother killed my partner's partner... and my partner killed my mother...'

'Also, being the daughter of Korra means that you are not only destined to be a great meister... You are also destined to be a great witch.'

I stood up quickly.

'No! I refuse to be a witch!'

Lord Death shook his head. 'Suit yourself.'

I placed her head in my hands. 'I'm going to my dorm.' I said quietly.

'Wait. Every Tuesday I would like you and Eruka to meet in the training room for spell practice. She will help you reach your potential.'

'Whatever...' I mumbled, leaving the room.

'And try to discover your soul animal!' Lord Death yelled as I disappeared down the corridor.

I made it all the way to the dorm before I released my tears.

Soul was standing in the kitchen, heating up some ramen. He looked across at me. 'What's the problem, Jade?' I ignored him, dashing across to my room. I locked the door and collapsed onto my standard-issue DWMA bed that I had moved from my old dorm I had shared with my best friend Ginger. She was a weapon, a longbow to be exact.

I cried until I couldn't anymore. It would be so hard to keep my mother a secret, and the others hated me enough already.

I almost hoped that Soul would stay true to his word and drop out. Almost.

I took a deep breath in and made my decision. I pulled out my best pen and a pretty piece of notepaper with butterflies on it and wrote in my best handwriting.

Dear Lord Death,

I have done a bit of thinking and have come to the conclusion that the E.A.T class just isn't for me. I would like to go back to the N.O.T class, if that's okay. I'm just not ready for the E.A.T class. Let Soul get over Maka first, and then I will take my spot back. Nobody really likes me anyway.

From Jade, one star meister, Soul Evans' meister.

I heard a knock on my door and quit my writing to open it. Soul stood there, holding a little blue cardboard box.

'Uh, Jade... I just wanted to say I apologize for everything, and I know you're not happy at the moment, so I got you this to say sorry...' he said to her.

I sniffed and wiped tears off my cheek.

'Thank you, Soul.'

Soul held out the box. 'And also... I know that your mother is Witch Korra. And I won't judge you for it. I also know about the practices with Eruka, and I don't care. It's not cool to judge because of who people's parents are.'

'How did you know?' I asked curiously, slightly annoyed that he must've known before me.

'Lord Death told me yesterday.' he replied. 'I truly don't care.'

I smiled. 'Oh, I almost forgot. Close your eyes.' I told him. He obeyed, and I pulled Soul's precious necklace from my dress pocket, then pulled his free hand away from his side and tucked it into his palm, curling his fingers around the charm.

He opened his eyes and his palm. 'Maka...' he breathed.

I smiled. Soul looked up at me. 'Jade... Thank you.' he said.

'Does this mean you hate me less now?'

Soul smiled cheekily. 'No, of course not. I hate you, Jade.'

I giggled. 'I hate you too, Soul.'

My weapon turned and left the room, placing my blue box on the bookshelf.

My weapon. I wouldn't have dared call him that two weeks ago when I first met him.

I crept toward my bookcase to collect the box then sat back on my bed.

I carefully untied the black ribbon from the sky-blue box, then lifted the lid to find a little object swaddled in bubble-wrap. I nimbly peeled the tape off the bubble-wrap to reveal a little object which was a sweet lilac color. I unwrapped it further to find that the top was like mist, twisting up past the top of the glass sphere.

A soul... I realized. A human soul is blue. A witch soul is dark purple. Then I realized that it was my soul. Lilac; halfway between dark purple and light blue. I could see my face reflected in the glass. Mostly my green eyes.

Tsubaki had told me that they looked just like Maka's had.

I stroked the soul before placing it on the shelf. Maybe I had a partner. Maybe I didn't. I'd have to wait and see.