Kid loosened the grip on his sword as he saw the hypnotized hoard falter and stop. Confusion appeared in their eyes and their shoulders slumped and they seemed frozen in their places. The man whose sword grated against Kid's suddenly let go, and he fell to his knees in a daze. Liz's breath quivered. "What happened?" She asked.

Kid's sullen face brightened up. "Maka and Soul did it," he said.

The people began to awaken from their haze, shaking their heads and rubbing their eyes, wondering why they were holding weapons. Spirit stood up and relaxed next to BlackStar. All the way in the back of the church, the guillotines started to boil and melt away, until only Maka and Soul stood in the center of the room, staring intently at the severed snake head, their hands tightly intertwined. "Maka! Soul!" The king shouted at them. "Are you alright?"

Maka tilted her head slightly and brought herself back from her disbelief. She glanced at Soul and he smirked. "That was pretty damn impressive, your highness," he chuckled.

"Well, you must've taught me well," she chuckled.

"Damn right I did," he laughed.

Liz and Patty and Tsubaki and BlackStar simultaneously sighed with relief. "Yah!" The blue-haired assassin raised his fist triumphantly. "I told ya I'd kick her ass!" The quiet Tsubaki, who had been behind a pillar after the battle subsided sighed with relief to herself.

"Finally," Spirit said, clutching his injured side. "That old hag is finally gone. We may finally have peace."

Inside that chapel, a feeling of calmness swept over the crowd as they come to their senses, and Spirit announced that they had been simply under a small spell that disoriented the mind, finally putting them at ease. After he dismissed them and they had all left, only the group had remained. Medusa's head did not remain forgotten, but the church definitely had a lighter atmosphere to it now. As if a pure energy had purged all of the darkness away.

"Urgh..." Justin's unmoving body began to shiver, and he awoke. Kid and BlackStar drew their swords and Soul stepped in front of Maka, but Spirit held out his arm. "Wh...what happened?"

Spirit stood over him with a firm gaze. "It's over now," he said as Justin rose from the ground, rubbing his eyes. Justin peered up and adjusted his view, spotting his queen's head sitting still and away from her body on the chapel carpet, purple blood staining the floor.

He collapsed on his knees. "My queen! What have you done?!" He began, but Spirit closed his eyes.

"I said it's over now. Medusa is dead, and we can finally return to normal. You no longer owe her and you are released from her service."

The priest glanced at the group, then at her head with a confused glare. "Medusa is...dead...Impossible!" He shot up, holding out his hands to attack.

"Papa! Watch out!" Maka cried.

Justin called forth his blades and aimed them directly at the king, but nothing happened. No blades appeared, no guillotines materialized above their heads. He became even more enraged. "Why aren't my powers working?!" He shouted angrily.

"You powers were granted by Medusa, weren't they?" Spirit began slowly. "Since Medusa is gone now, so is your source of magic. Guards! Arrest him."

Bewildered as the they hauled him away, Justin glared at the group and spat curses until he was brought out the door. Spirit sighed a turned his attention back to the group. "Is everyone okay?"

BlackStar nodded. "I told ya we could do it."

Tsubaki rushed to his side. "Are you sure you're not injured or anything?" She asked worriedly and started examining and poking at him while he gave a cocky laugh, saying that he was a ninja god and did fine.

"Well, he have quite some work to do after everything that's happened here..." Kid observed while cradling his chin, glancing around at the damage.

"You're right," Maka continued his words. "We have a whole kingdom waiting to see what happens after their queen..."

"Had simply resigned from her duty as queen," Spirit finished. "I'm sure they wouldn't be surprised to find that the real heir has officially claimed the throne as the rightful ruler. There is no more need to fight anymore."

"So marriage is off?" Liz chirped in.

"The marriage should have been off years ago. But I was too blind to see that," he answered sadly. "And I blindly put my daughter in harms way. I'm sorry, Maka."

Her gaze softened with guilt. "You did what you had to do," she answered quietly.

"But what does it matter now?" Soul cut in. "What's done is done. Kid's right. We have things to take care of. People wanna know what happened here, right?"

"You're right. I'll spread the news that the wedding was cancelled due to the fact that Medusa relinquished the throne, and I shall declare that the war had been long over," Kid stated.

"What about the rest of us?" Tsubaki asked.

"Well, since this ordeal is finally over, I suppose life will return to normal..."

"I wouldn't say that," Soul interrupted.

Maka paused, thinking hard and racking her brain for an idea. "A marriage is out of the question...but...Soul!" She turned to him suddenly. "How would you like to become the Albarn Kingdom's new royal blacksmith? You get to work here, in our castle, and you don't have to go back. You can stay here, with me!" She smiled and took his hands, looking towards her father for approval. "Please?"

"Lemme give it some thought..." The newly hired blacksmith perked up his head and caressed Maka's hands. "I'll take it. On one condition, though."

"What?"

He turned to BlackStar. "I've heard that BlackStar here needs a job, and he used to serve Queen Medusa as her official guard. But since Medusa's gone, he'll have no one to protect anymore..." The assassin boy nodded vigorously and hopefully. "So, maybe, a certain king would want a very strong person to protect him, then he'd get hired for the job."

"Hm..." Spirit gave a light-hearted shrug. "We need a royal guard for hire, after all."

BlackStar held his breath.

"Perhaps we can appoint him as our new royal bodyguard, seeing that his fighting is quite skillful. Living as a royal guard requires his services all the time though, and he and his friend must move to the castle where they will live. But only if you agree to these conditions, of course."

"Yes! I do, I swear!" BlackStar saluted and swung around to Tsubaki, grabbing her hands and shaking them. "Tsubaki! We're gonna live in a castle like you've always wanted!"

The boy beamed at the king then at Tsubaki proudly, and she replied with a modest smile. "We can finally live just like we've always dreamed of living," she said. "I told you that all of our toiling would lead to something..."

"Sis!" Patty whispered to her sister. "Everyone's having a happy ending! Is this what a fairy tale feels like?"

Liz shrugged. "Fairy tale? Patty, this is real life, there's no such thing as fairy tale endings. Besides, I still haven't had mine yet..."

Behind her, a frustrated Kid let out a groan. "No, no, this is not right at all..."

Patty gave her sister an encouraging nudge. "Hey, Kid..." Liz began with a shaky voice. "Um, whatcha doin'?"

Kid jerked around, his shoulders stiff, a disgusted look on his face. "No, no, no! Can't anyone else see this ghastly monstrosity in front of us?! It simply won't work...the left side of the church is slightly lopsided and the right sticks up and there is a mess all over the floor...and there is a purple stain everywhere...how are we gonna clean up this mess?!" He huffed and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling at his black locks of hair.

There was a light tap on his tense shoulder. "I think I can help you clean this mess up..." Liz said.

He gasped an over-exaggerated gasp. "R-Really? Finally! Someone who appreciates the sophisticated elegance of symmetry and perfection!" Hastily grabbing her wrists and pulling her towards the mess, Liz glanced back and spotted Patty giving her a thumbs-up, and she smiled with a slight blush as Kid continued to rant.

"Told ya so. Happy endings do exist!" She chirped to herself.

2 Months Later...

"Mmm..." She rolled to her side to avoid the early morning sunlight from hitting her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. Maka...

She pulled the covers over her ears to block out the sounds. "Maka..."

"5 more minutes..." the sleepy princess muttered, but the voice persisted. She felt the side of her bed sink down and reluctantly opened her eyes. "Later, Soul."

"Not now, Maka, there's no time to sleep. Today's an important day," he said and pulled the covers off her tired body.

"Too early!" She fought back by tugging them back.

"We're gonna be late, princess." He gave up on their game of tug-o-war and leaned over her, nudging her shoulders. "You were the one who was most excited about it anyways." She groaned as he guided her upwards, her eyes still shut, still too exhausted to move. "You wanna go, right?"

"Uh..." she muttered and let herself leaned into Soul's chest, resting her cheek on his collar. She could tell he was in his blacksmith's outfit, apron and all, goggles hanging from his neck, a black smudge of coal brushed against his cheek. He smelled like smoke from a strong fire.

His chest heaved a sigh and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight against his bosom, and she sighed with content in the comfort of his warmth. "Please don't tell me you're gonna sleep all day," he murmured in a gentler voice.

"Tired..." Soul raised his fingers and weaved them in between her strands of faded gold hair, stroking the knots from it. Slowly, he coaxed her upwards and off the side of the bed, letting her toes feel around the cold bedroom floor.

"Don't make me drag you outta bed, Maka," he smiled playfully at the thought and hoisted her onto the floor, guiding her to her dresser.

"Okay, I'm gonna go," she sighed and made her way to the bathroom to get ready. "I know that today's a big day."

Rushing out of the castle and into the carriage that had been waiting for their arrival, the King and Princess and blacksmith traveled all the way to the Gorgon Kingdom for the ceremony. Spirit glanced out the window and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while Maka and Soul waited patiently as the carriage bumped along the gravel road. Soul silently recounted the events that had happened during their past two months - the feeling of relief when the Albarns had sent a letter, assuring his parents that he was now working in the castle, getting the chance of reliving his first dinner with Maka every night, sitting with her in the courtyard and tinkering away at his little gadgets while she read quietly up in her favorite tree, working in his new workshop that was ten times larger than his old shack, Liz and Patty being requested by Prince Kid to stay for a bit at his castle to help him, and finally, getting to see BlackStar adorn his new royal outfit that announced his new job as protector of the royal family

"You're late," BlackStar said as they arrived, emerging from the carriage. He escorted them to the courtyard where a crowd of elegantly dressed up people stood and were staring straight ahead at a platform that raised in the middle of their garden. Kid sat to the right side with Liz at his side, and an ancient-looking priest stood in the middle holding up a blindingly shiny object: a crown.

" - and with that, I shall now crown the new king of the Gorgon Kingdom, the former Prince Kid!" The man announced and that crowd gave a polite and dainty applause.

Kid rose and bent down in front of the man and he bestowed the new crown on his head. Liz watched from her side wearing a prideful smile, a silver ringing flashing in the sunlight on her left fourth finger. "Congratulations, Liz," Maka murmured to herself.

"Now," he continued. "Now we will move on with the crowning of your new queen, Miss Elizabeth Thompson!" Another round of light clapping.

The ceremony had been completed, and the Gorgon Kingdom now had two new leaders who were quite young in age, but wise nonetheless. "Maka!" Liz trotted down from the stage and through the crowd to the princess, and hugged her quickly. "So glad you came!"

While Liz was busy squeezing the life from Maka, Spirit, who stood next to Soul, leaned down to him. "Hm, I hope this day will come for you two later than I expect," the king sighed.

"What do you mean? Me and Maka?" Soul said, slightly surprised.

"Heh," he let out a gentle chuckle. "Who else? I have seen the way you two look at each other, and that's enough proof for a father to know."

"And you're okay with it?"

Spirit huffed. "I'm not too thrilled about having my precious little Maka be around some boy from the woods," he began in a light, teasing tone. "But, if you wanna win her over, you must first convince me before you do so."

Soul smirked. "Challenge accepted, old man."

"You know, I won't be around here forever," Spirit continued. "I will need a successor as strong and pure-hearted as Maka. I wonder, will you be able to do such as thing?"

"I promise, as long as I'm still standing, I'd protect her with my life. If she means that much to me, then I promise I will do the same with the kingdom," Soul answered.

Spirit chuckled at his determination, at the small, crimson fire that burned in his eyes. "Then you have my blessings."

Maka turned to the both of them and offered a warm smile, and Patty came around the crowd to her sister. "I told ya, sis!" She said cheerfully. "There are such things as fairy tales!"

Liz laughed at her sister foolishness. "I guess there are," she said, gazing at the happiness in Maka's eyes as she walked around the courtyard with Soul, the both of them holding hands.

"I guess they really do exist."

End

*Closes giant storybook*

And that, my wonderful readers, is the the end of A Soul Eater Fairy Tale.

Hope you liked it!

By the way, the story that was voted on is now out. If you voted for Melt, then it is finally out and on it's way to being updated.

Merry (early) Christmas, thanks for reading!

~Amber