BB says: I felt like creating a Soul Eater fan fiction so SHAZAM! And it is done. Well not DONE done, but this is the first chapter.

Rating: Teen, and will be as such throughout the entire story until I say otherwise. And I don't think I will.

Disclaimer: I hate writing these, so I'm only going to do it once for this story, okay? I do not own the manga/anime Soul Eater. All characters and likeness of the characters belong to the original author, not some girl with a little pink laptop, i.e. me.

She sat in a mass of children, students and civilians alike, beneath the warm afternoon sun. Her bottom was balanced on the edge of a fountain in Death Square, people walking past and on with their daily lives. The weather was amazing, surprisingly accommodating despite the bright summer sun laughing down at them. Clouds that were to bring rain elsewhere drifted lazily through the silky blue sky, the shadows of various birds skimming the residents below.

The woman had become persuader, a vendor peddling words and philosophy with no monetary gain to be had. She enthralled her young listeners with the promise of a long and entertaining story for it was well known that she was a gifted weaver of words and morals.

Most would say she didn't look nearly as world weary as her wisdom suggested. Her plaited hair was long and silvery grey, but her chocolate face was smooth, free of all wrinkles, her hands still soft and full. Multiple silvery earrings sat in ears that held no liver spots, no veins, a simple necklace of white gold resting upon a bosom that still held its perk and form. Round glassed perched on a squat nose and soft, full lips lifted into a smile as the crowd of youngsters settled down.

Crossing legs that went for miles and miles beneath a skirt of light fabric, she squirmed to make herself more comfortable before speaking.

"Good afternoon." Her voice was clear and pure, words traveling far despite the soft tone in which they were spoken.

"Most of you are my students, here because I told you to meet me for the answers you seek. Others are here by word of mouth. And some because you are wondering what a large group of Shibusen students are doing in the middle of the city. Well then, let me tell you; we're here for a story. A tale as deep and winding as a woodland path, with unexpected twists and pitfalls that birth the uncertainties over every hill. A simple story that, over time, is more legend than fact, a rumor passed from friend to friend with less and less truth every time it is told. 'What would she know?' you ask yourselves 'there's no way she can know the full story. No one does.' Wrong. What do I know? The facts of course. So after this all the rumors and bilk are DEAD. I want no more questions, no more suspicion, and no more gossip concerning a subject that was before you were even born."

The students stopped breathing for a moment, unsure if she was serious or not in her scolding. She was very strange in that aspect, twisting her emotions to trick and mislead. She meant no harm. She liked the shock factor it brought to people's lives.

The storyteller giggled a bit, sounding the same age as her body and lightening the mood of the adolescent crowd.

"This is a tale that takes place long ago. When our dear leader was merely a boy and when the city was much, much smaller. It's long but fulfilling and satisfying, if I do say so myself. Those of you who doubt what I say are free to leave at anytime, because I will not tolerate heckling or mockery." She sent a look to a certain few from her class, those known to cause trouble. Heedless of all their own talk, they couldn't be bring themselves to keep her eye. She had put them in their place long ago, when they first questioned having such a young (or one who appeared to be young) teacher. But she didn't forget. She could forgive. But not forget. "There are rules of course. Don't complain; anything fun has it's hidden requirements.

First, while I will answer questions, try not to ask too many. They make me lose my train of thought. Old people like me do that a lot as is." She chuckled again. "Second, this does NOT mean there won't be a test tomorrow. It's not unfair. You've known about it all week. If you haven't studied by now, I doubt cramming tonight will help much." There was a discontented fluttering through the crowd. She didn't need more encouragement than that. "Fine. There will be a bonus question concerning this story if you all stop whining. Honestly. I spoil you.

Thirdly," her eyes twinkled mischievously "this is not to reach the ears of Lord Death under any circumstances. I'm afraid that he will employ the classic 'deny, deny, deny' response. It's the whole reason I didn't want to tell you in the classroom, because of his nasty habit of checking in on class and sticking his nose in our business. 'Ignore the rumors,' he says, 'they're only words,' he says. Bah, prickle pickle. I'm ending it now.

We should get started. Hold on to your britches and there are no potty breaks. You should've gone before." Fingers with nails painted sunset orange touched the flower behind her ear to be sure its hadn't blown away in the wind. The children squirmed anxiously.

"This, my dears, is not a fairy tale. It has a few fairy aspects, but, then again, tales of the fairy persuasion are merely spins on real life. In reality, there are no genies, no princes, no fairy godmothers to save you. Magic, much like a computer, can only do what you tell it to, and cannot protect you from yourself or the predicaments you force yourself into. It can soothe. It can assist. But never rely on it; it is a coy and destructive force. It is the factor that drives many to the grasp of madness. The first moral I want you to take is that luck favors those who help themselves. You must fight for what you want and never lose track of what pushes you to improve. No, Stephen, that doesn't mean you can be selfish. Detention for a month. I'm kidding. Don't look so scared.

There will be kissing and fighting and cussing. Don't even try to act appalled, because I've heard some of you talk about MUCH worse. Also, as fair warning to those of you fond of happy endings, the main character dies at the end.

Crap! Did I ruin it? No? Okay then. Sorry.

I want to get home to make my husband dinner, so you have to listen well to make this go faster.

There's a girl. There's a boy. And there's a dream. A wish. A struggle.

Come. You must lure the story in with your open mind. Let it convince you of the impossible, take your hand and dance with your very soul. Embrace it like you would someone precious to you. Don't let it drift away. I heard that scoff, Natsu. Just shut your mouth already before I tack you to the wall like a living, struggling poster.

Let us begin."