The Weapon Witch: Book 2

This is the second book following The Weapon Witch. Soka has joined Arachne's forces and the DWMA is looking for her. What's gonna happen? Idk I'll figure it out as I write lol


13. Soka

Four months since my fight with Arachne. I've spent so much time with the members of DWMA, I've started to consider them family. Me and Vinjio are back on the right terms and I have forgiven myself for what I did to his arm. Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty always tease me about how it's like we're dating. Soul and Black*Star wage betting wars against me, often with them losing the bets.

I've help Kid whenever he freaks out about no symmetry. Spirit and Stein have apologized for the death of my mother and I've forgiven them. Life is back on track and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Soka! Soka!" Spirit called.

I turned to see the ruby haired man running after me, towing a protesting Maka behind. "We're going to a surprise place!" Spirit exclaimed.

A wide smile spread from ear to ear as he grabbed my hand and led me out. After driving for a long time, we had arrived in a familiar forest. I got out, eyes scanning my surroundings before landing on a dirt trail. It hadn't been walked in years, I could tell. I walked down the path with slow steps to soak in my surroundings.

Spirit and Maka walked behind me and I heard him whisper to his daughter. I tried to calm my nerves as I approached closer and closer to our destination. I stopped by the rose bushes that towered above me. "S-spirit where are we?" I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I think you know where." He murmured in my ear, placing a hand on my shoulder a softly pushing me to the opening.

A clearing sat before us, a small wooden cabin with roses growing all around. They grew up the walls, in hanging baskets, and in the gardens. The steps led to a porch with a three seat swing. I stepped forward and up to the door. With shaking hands I turned the doorknob and walked in. The fragrance of roses hit me stronger, vases upon vases decorating each room.

"Spirit..." I covered my mouth, tears threatening to spill.

He pressed his palm to the small of my back and led me out the back door. Before we left the house I caught sight of the pictures on the shelf above the fireplace. As I was led out I saw the grave. I knelt next to it and read the grave stone. Here lies Tolia the Rose Witch. Loving mother and sister filled with a love that all roses symbolize. I touched the petals of the single white rose growing at the headstone. The tears started to fall and I turned to Spirit. Maka stood a couple feet back, seemingly as confused as me. "Could I speak with Tolia?" Spirit asked.

I nodded and stood back next to Maka as Spirit squatted next to the grave. "Hey Tolia, long time no see huh? I'm sorry for what I did, it wasn't necessary now that I look back." Spirit scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I met your daughter, she reminds me a lot of you. She's proven to me that witches aren't always bad, and I regret not seeing it sooner. But there's one thing that's plagued my thoughts for while now, and I wanted to get your permission."

I glanced at Maka, hoping to see some clue what was going on. She only stared at her father. "Soka is a wonderful girl and she was raised by a good mother. But you died to soon and she doesn't have a dad. I want to change that." Spirit started again.

I froze and my breath caught in my throat. "So Tolia, will you let me take Soka in as my daughter?"

The silence roared loud until a soft breeze came, shaking the petals of the rose slightly. A small rose popped suddenly next to the white one. This one was red with black smearing the top of the petals. "I'll take it as a yes." Spirit stood and turned toward me and Maka.

Maka's mouth was dropped open and I was crying. "Yes." I whispered.

Spirit enveloped us in a hug. Maka was a bit reluctant but gave him a hug as I did. Sobs racked my body. I had a family again. And I couldn't be happier. I looked at the white rose and saw one petal fall. It turned a happy shade of yellow and I smiled. My mother always new what was good for me.

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