The said when you died, and your soul left the earth it would be as if you where floating. But the experience Maka was going through however, was nothing like what was said. When her soul shattered it felt as though all the threats she had put out into the world to anchor her down had all snapped at once, emotions, relationships and connection, her own private gravitational pull to the world was gone but rather then rising above it and floating of into as they say "a bright ball of light" she was falling faster than ever. Far down into the blackness of time itself where nothing could be seen, no light could penetrate its depth and the further she fell, the more of herself she began to lose.

She didn't notice it much at first, but as she fell deeper into the depth of unknown the more about herself she began to forget. It was the little things at first, pieces of memories that she wouldn't really have thought about unless someone had brought it up, her favourite colour, item of clothing, it wasn't untill she started to forget the important thing, her mother's smile, Black*Stars laugh... the song Soul played for her the first day they meet did she know there may be no coming back.

A soul, is something incredible fragile, yet at the same time incredibly hard. Like a sword it can be chipped away at over time, the loss of a love one, falling in and out of love... little pieces of it are scattered throughout the world. We give out pieces of heart and soul to the people we care about, friends and family. In a some way each person's soul is like a large diamond from which we take a small chip and give to those we know will care for it most, however like all thing if the right pressure is applied all thing will return to what they where or shatter and break.

Falling through the blackness, with the shards of her broken soul falling behind her, Maka could feel those connections she had spread out around the world slowly fading away, she may not have had many friend, being the bookworm, quiet type that she was, but the ones she did where true... or should she say the ones she had had where true. From her memory, or at least what was left of it Maka couldn't recall anyone in all her readings and studies who had survived a shattered soul, and those who in a sense had "come back" from the black abyss where never the same, as if they had left part of themself behind, and spent the rest of their lives walking around incomplete.

Time began to slip away from her, she had struggled enough with time and days in the dark room she had shared with... with... the word faded away from her memory. Time seemed to roll together into one until if finely did not seem to exist and all that remained where the memories from another person, another Maka in a different time and place slowly drifting away from her, like a feather on the wind drifting out into an endless sea, never to return or be seen again.

She did not know when the glowing angel first came to her, if it was even an angel to begin with. It spoke in a soft voice, somehow familiar yet from so long ago, another lifetime. It did not say much at first, just looked at her from across the expanse of the darkness, smiling and waving. Maka couldn't help but find herself returning the gesture for a short while before slipping into an odd contempt silence as they fall though the darkness that stretched on for what could have been an eternity. Or was she floating now, she had been falling for so long, when had she forgotten that she was falling and started to float?

"What you doing?" the voice was child like, high and sweet but with a know all attitude about it, it kind of bugged Maka.

"I don't know" she replied, her voice sound hollow, why was it hollow?

"Why are you here then?"

"... I don't know"

"Do you wanna play with me?"

"... I don't know"

"Well you sure as hell don't know a lot then do you?" The little voice echoed through the darkness of the void, Maka remained silent. It was true she didn't know anything, why didn't she know anything? Why was this frustrating her so much? Why did she care that she didn't know?

"Bookworm..." the voice seemed to echo out from the darkness, she spun around searching for the creator of the soft husky voice but she was alone still with the odd little child who had suddenly become clear amidst her glowing light. The child was looking at her with a slightly amused smile on her face, and to Maka, it felt as if she could see though her, as if she wasn't quite there. In a sense she wasn't, for with no soul she was nothing more than an empty sell... disposable.

"What's your name?" the child asked.

"My what?" she asked, confusion shown clearly on her face.

"What is your name?"

"...Maka" There is was again, the voice with no face reaching out across the void only to be heard by her ears.

"My... name..."

"Maka..." Growing louder "Maka" more intense...

"My name... is Maka...Maka Albarn" The young girl smiled, and the voice, stretching out across the void, growing louder with each passing second

"My name is Maka Albarn... I lived in Death city... I was... I was" her memory failed her

"Maka...!" The voice yelled from the depths of the blackness and seemed to quake it the rage it held within its call

"I was a part of the elite unit, Spartoi, Kid, Liz, Pattie, BlackStar Tusbaski and..."

"Maka...!"

"... and ...Soul" the last word fell from her as nothing more than a whisper, but they where no longer lacked in emotion like they had before. When one loves another enough, and that love is returned there is no longer one soul per that couple, the souls become one, joined so that should one thing happen to the other there other half is always there as a life line, calling you back to the living. Many people go their entire life without meeting their soul mate, you could have walked right past them in the street and never know. But if in the briefest moment in time you should meet, you would never want to let them go.

As the finale whispers of Soul's name fell from her lips and the voice from the shadows echoed across the void began to crumble, falling apart around her to give way to the reality she had left behind. Maka turned and looked back at the girl only to find a younger version of herself, but upon closer inspection she could see that they eyes where wrong, not the emerald green eyes of a 4 year old, but of someone who had lived through many a centre in many a way. She smiled and waved at Makawhispering a soft goodbye.

"Don't waist my gift..." she whispered as Maka faded back into the darkness.

When Maka came to she found herself cradled in the arms of Soul, the whispers of the child slowly fading from her memory The red a blue light of the cell covered his face in shadows but she did not need any light to know it was him, she just knew, somehow she knew.

"Maka... what happened, you where so cold... I was so worried"

It was then that she noticed how much he was shacking, and the damp parch on the collar neck... had he been crying?

"I'm so sorry Soul... I couldn't sto..." her sentence was cut of half way thought when he pressed his soft lips to hers, it wasn't a hard kiss, nor was it one full of passion and lust, it was simple, and they always say simple is best.

"Where going to get out of here Maka" His voice reached out to her across the darkness, horse from yelling, crying for what could have been hours "Where going to get out of here, we are going to free our friends, no more will we stand in the darkness and let death slowly take us and madness consume us"

She sat there for a while taking in what he said, and there echoing out from the darkness of her mind he had been trapped in not long before a soft voice "... don't waste my gift" She tilted her green eyes up to look at him, and set her jaw...

"Ok, let's show them what the weaker people can do"

RDG x