We led her straight into the Death Room, me at the head of the group. Liz, with Patti in her hand behind the witch, and Soul and Maka taking up the rear. My father turned toward us, as we walked towards him. I saw the Death Scythe, Maka's father, standing to the right. As we came closer, I stepped out of the way so they could both see the captured witch.

"My, my…" I heard my father mutter. "Look who's finally shown up again after all this time, Morgan Le Fay."

Morgan Le Fay? My mind starting spinning. The famous witch from the days of King Arthur. The one who had almost destroyed to entirety of Camelot, and almost bested my father. But, she was supposed to be dead. Cut down by Excalibur himself. This was all taught in history class. She was supposedly the first witch to ever challenge my father. But she was dead, according to what we were taught.

"It's a pleasure, Lord Death. I do enjoy meeting with old friends." She bowed, the cuffs around her wrist suddenly coming undone and dropping to the ground. "I was surprised by the animosity I got just for visiting though."

"Watch out! She's lose!" I heard Maka yell. In just under a second, Soul had transformed and was in her hand. She was in fighting stance, ready to attack. I held out my hands and soon my twin weapons were situated perfectly in my hands, symmetry and its finest. My eyes locked onto her, carefully watching her every move. Her head turned slightly, green eyes meeting mine, smirk etched onto her lips. I found myself frozen for an instant, unable to move due to some force that I couldn't identify. I shook it off, after a minute, but her eyes never left me, sending chills up my spine.

"Please, children! Calm down!" my father said, clapping his hands together again. "She is not a threat to us!"

"How can you say she's not a threat!? She's a witch! A witch who's supposed to be dead!" I yelled, murderous feelings rising in me. I wanted to wipe her off the face of the earth. That look she was giving me, her eyes so confident, I wanted to tear her to pieces and see how self-assured she was after that.

"Now, Kid." my father chastised. "Can we please all put down our weapons and calm down. I will explain everything to you now. But I won't do it if we're all standing around ready to kill each other."

Slowly, Maka backed away, and Soul transformed back into human form. I saw Death Scythe relax from his position beside my father. However, I didn't budge. She kept her bright green eyes locked onto me, and I held my weapons aimed at her. Waiting for her to make the slightest move that could justify me shooting her, getting rid of her. She was a threat, and there was nothing anyone could say to make me trust her.

"Kid."

I heard my father, but for some reason I didn't want to listen. I didn't trust her, and that blazing purple soul surrounding her wasn't helping her case. I could feel power emanating off of her, and I hated it. I didn't want to feel weak in the presence of one whose kind was trying to wipe us off this plane of existence. My instincts screamed for me to hold my ground.

"Kid." This time is was Maka, standing a short distance away, reaching out to me. "Let's listen to what Lord Death has to say. There's nothing she can do here anyway. You're here. And me. And Lord Death has his Death Scythe. If she tries anything we'll finish her off. But we should at least hear her story and why she's here. Please, Kid."

"She has a point, Kid." Liz said, her voice filling my
brain.

"Fine." I lowered my weapons, but kept them firmly clenched in my hands. I wasn't going to take any chances. "I suggest you start talking then, witch."

Her eyes finally left mine, drifting toward my father. "So, are you going to tell me why no one seems to know my real story?" She was pointedly ignoring me. She ran her hands along the rich velvet dress she was wearing, smoothing it of any wrinkles. I watched her with contempt, wanting to rip her into bits.

"I felt the students weren't yet ready to know the truth." Father said. "There's so many legends surrounding you that I wanted to make sure they could handle those before I dropped the actual bombshell. It seemed like a good plan, until the war broke out."

"So, are you going to tell them the truth, or do I have to?"

"They won't believe it coming from you, so I'll do it." He looked past her, to all of us surrounding them. "Students, I apologize for my dishonesty. You have to know the real story now."

A heavy blanket of tension fell over the room. It weighed down on us all, while my head started to spin with all the questions they're few sentence exchange had raised. Why was it every time some new advisory rose against the school, a whole new set of lies my father had told us rose to the surface? Why did he feel the need to lie to us? Every person in the room fixed their eyes on my father and prepared for the unexpected truth he was about to tell us.

"A very long time ago, my group of meisters and weapons went to a land simply known as Albion. The land was being torn in half by a battle between two very powerful beings, a witch and warlock. They were battling for control of the realm, each supporting a different king. You might know these two as Merlin and Morgan Le Fay. Merlin supported Arthur, wielder of Excalibur, while Morgan was in favor of Mordred. At first, it was simply a human fight, between two armies, two men. But after many years of this, the two came to the conclusion that the easiest way to end the fighting was to see whose magic was strongest."

"Father." I interrupted. "We know all of this already. It's what is taught in History classes at the DWMA. And we know that you brought the Eight Powerful Warriors into Albion and took the side of Arthur who refused to dabble in the dark arts. But Mordred killed Arthur, and Merlin killed Morgan Le Fay with Arthur's sword. Albion crumpled after that."

"No, Kid. That is what you were led to believe. But that isn't how the story ended. In truth, by the time we arrived, Merlin was consumed by the destructive magic he was using. In the end, we killed him. The only ones left after the war were a few subject of Albion, and Morgan Le Fay. She surrendered, seeing as she had already lost, and I had mercy on her. Instead of killing her, we made a deal. She would give us access to her magic and we would let her live, on the condition that she would never use her power to hurt others. She agreed."

"What do you mean by access to her magic?" Maka suddenly asked, sensing my father was coming to the end of his monologue.

"Whenever magic was needed, I was on call." Morgan answered her. "I'm the one who assisted in the building of this very city. The Death Room. How you contact Lord Death through the mirrors."

"That's a lie!" I accused. She turned to me, raising one eyebrow curiously. "My father's power is what made all of that. He's the one! Not you, witch!"

"No, she's telling the truth." Father said. "Some of her spells are very important to keeping this place together. I was slightly worried when the war broke out that she would drift to the other side, but now that she's here."

She turned toward him, smiling slightly. "I'm a little sad you didn't trust me, Lord Death. I thought we were closer than that."

"Can you really blame me for thinking you might return to your own kind?"

She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. "No. Not really."

I don't know where it came from, but suddenly I felt the sense of utter betrayal come over me. Father had kept her from me, hidden this obviously powerful, dangerous witch, who had the ability to destroy all of our networks, the place my father resided, and all of Death City itself if she wanted to. Father had put us all in the hands of a witch and wouldn't even own up to it.

"What do you expect from us now, Father?" I asked, trying to keep the scorn out of my voice.

"She's going to help us defeat the rest of the witches." he answered. "If we beat them down enough, they might abandon the war completely. We know the war was facilitated by a small group of witches, maybe about twenty, if we can take out all of them, the rest will be easy to dissuade from continuing the hostilities. I want one meister-weapon team to pair up with her, so you can work as a team together. Inside the city, from now on she'll have her soul protect on. No one else has to know, for now."

"I'll do it. I'll be her partner." I said, stepping forward a bit.

"You, Kid?" he asked, looking at me surprised. "I was thinking Maka and Soul, but…"

"No. Me." I insisted.

"Would you be fine with that, Morgan?"

Second chapter. Hope you like it. Next post is solely dependent on whether or not I feel that this story has enough support or not. If I get a few reviews I'll post next week. If not, it'll go in the bucket to be picked up again randomly later. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Remember, I don't own Soul Eater.

Her smirk said it all. "Of course, Lord Death. I'll work with your son. It'll be nice to see how he compares to his father."

After a few more arrangements, it was decided that she would come home with Liz, Patti, and myself. We all filed out, Maka and Soul going in one direction, while the other four of us turned in the direction of our home. I slowed, letting my weapons get ahead of me before turning to glare at the witch.

"Listen up, I didn't agree to this because I want to work with you, or trust you. I'm keeping an eye on you. If you make one step out of line, I won't hesitate to take you down. I'm not my father, and I don't trust you. Understand?"

"Of course, Kid." she said, smirking. "I knew that the moment you said you'd be my partner. I read you like an open book." I glared at her, as her smile widened. "I guess that's one trait you share with your father."

She walked around me, laughing to herself. I whirled around, watching her go through narrowed eyes. It was obvious to me she was playing my father like an accordion. I refused to let her get to me the same way. I'd outsmart this witch and expose her for what she was if it was the last thing I ever did.

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