I feel hazy all morning. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but last night I went to bed and I still am tired. Even with a full night of sleep. Maybe the dream is over. Maybe I was just dreaming after all. I look around this room and quickly realize I am not home.


I ruffle out of bed and try to find an outfit to wear. I quickly regret it. Of course it's going to be a big black baggy hood. I toss it on and sigh deeply. I know I don't really want to deal with all of this at once. Just yesterday I left home and I haven't even gotten to talking to my mom about it yet. What is she going to think? I wonder.


I step around the room as I try to figure out how I might be able to contact her. This is driving me absolutely nuts. I find myself pacing. A sudden knock on the door breaks my trance.


I walk up to the rooms door. I can hear muffled voices. I swing the door open to see the familiar white haired girl. She is about as impressed as I am to see eachother.


"Let's go." She barks at me.


She is far from the friendly type that I ever thought I would encounter. She's scary enough. I don't want to see what we will fight.


"Oh come on already." She grabs and pulls me to the stairs. "Walk or I'm gonna walk you." She tosses me just ahead of her.


"Alright, alright!" I exclaim and move down the stairwell.


"Hurry up, I want to get this over with. Once they see we aren't a match up I can get on with my life." Sylvie says.


"Good morning to you too." I sneer.


"Oh didn't get your prissy ass cup of coffee first thing?" She teases me.


"Even if I did, you aren't exactly cuddly." I laugh.


"Oh, thanks." She give me a hard punch to the arm.


I don't know why Death would ever think us to be a great pairing. Why her? I can not imagine me being any use, let alone her. I suppose that's why we do this training thing.


We slip into the hallway towards the foyer. Sylvie sighs when she hears a growling noise. I hear it repeat. To my own surprise it isn't my stomach craving food. It was hers.


"Don't you ever eat?" I stick out my tongue.


"Yeah... sometimes..." She seems rather put off by my comment.


"Let's go eat first." I say.


"Alright."


She takes the lead as I gesture her. We both wind up wandering the grounds for a bit. I still haven't any idea where I am, actually. Sure I know what I was told, but where is that even?


"You alright?" Sylvie asks me.


"Yeah."


I quickly move along into the mess hall as soon as it's visible. I don't need her asking me about anything like that. I haven't known her long. Even so, she hasn't told me anything about her either. So why do I want her sympathies?


I sigh as I get into the line. She gets into line behind me. We both awkwardly stand in line. No words spoken for this entire time. Just, exchanging a glance here and there. Opening a mouth and then closing it. Neither of us know what to do here.


"Next." The server calls.


I can't even believe I have to be a reaper. I couldn't do that, could I? I can't kill a demon. I shake my head.


"I said next." The server says.


"Get yer damn food." Sylvie barks and elbows me in the back quickly.


"Yeah, sorry." I go up to the counter.


I grab a tray and shimmy down the counter. I simply point, they place it. Pretty simple. I get some beef, some pork, a bit of fried chicken. This place treats every meal like a straight out feast. Maybe I can get used to this kind of living. I absolutely adore this kind of food arrangement.


"They have a night staff too, if you are hungry and can't sleep." Sylvie says.


"That's cool." Finally we break that long solemn silence between us.


Even though we talk, it feels like we are natural enemies to me. I want left, she wants right. I got a bunch of meat, here she comes into my view with mostly veggies and fruit.


"We are so different you and I." I say.


"Don't know what Death was thinking."


"Honestly, with him being a skeleton, does Death have a brain?" I ask.


Sylvie giggles at the remark. I smirk. We walk to go to a table and sit. It then hits me.


"Well, I don't know." She replies.


"You know, this is sad to admit, but we are bonding over Death, literally." I chuckle.


"Oof, that's dark." She laughs.


"Well, I guess I'm a reaper anyways so I guess it comes with the field of work?" I laugh.


She seems to be genuinely a good hearted person. She just is very abrasive. Probably something traumatized her when she was younger. I don't pry.


"Maybe. Look at me for example." She smirks.


"Honestly I think you're just tired."


"I slept fine, thanks." She sneers.


"Not that kind of tired. How long you been Here?" I ask.


"Since I was six." She says. "Been here so long its my family." She adds.


That just makes me feel warm inside. She must be close with people. I take a deep breath.


"So I guess that's a good thing right?" I ask Sylvie.


"Being raised by Death's army? I mean, it could be worse." She smiles.


"So, why does Death need a whole army of us anyways?" I ask.


"People die, Steven." She replies sharply.


"What about reapers? We die too?" I ask.


"Of course. Everything that lives has its time of expiration." Sylvie flicks her white hair from her face.


"So is that why I am here?" I ask.


"That's exactly why. Your grandfather and father were two of the best reapers known to Death's history."


"Is that why you call me 'Legacy'?" I ask.


"Exactly. you're born into a great bloodline. you're bound to do well." She encourages me.


"Maybe you are right. Even so I never really knew my father. So how am I to be like him? I never seen him do anything." I say.

"Have you ever heard of soul frequencies?"


"Souls have a frequency?" I am confused on a gargantuan scale.


"Everything has frequencies. everything always is moving and making its own sounds. even if we can't hear it with our ears."


"That's not helping."


I start to eat at my food. I almost forgotten I have it there. She seems to be on the same page as I am. We are entirely in our conversations. Perhaps Death was right to pair us.


"So let's put it this way, if you vibrate the same as the partner, you'll be capable of some pretty insane stuff. However, the wrong one and you can die trying to do anything magical." Sylvie explains, a half face full of apple.


I can't help but laugh. She looks at me funny. I can't help but see this as humorous. She's talking so seriously to me and has this big red apple hanging into the side of her mouth.


"What?" She actually takes the bite of her apple.


"Just, you're an interesting person. Not afraid to be who you are." I admit.


"Okay." She looks puzzled.


"So what's the first thing on our agenda today?" I ask.


"Wait, our agenda? Didn't death assign you your partner?" She has a look quickly come to her face. "Wait, we were paired. I got upset and went off."


"Yeah, it's fine. I can understand, based on what your saying, there is a lot of pressure on you." I say.


"Very few actually match with legacies." She sighs.


"I see." I look at my plate.


All I know is that this is dangerous for us both. I haven't been here a day and we both may be dead before we begin. I fidget in my seat for a moment.


"We should be alright. We seem to get along fine. So the only other thing we should test first is what our combat styles are and assign the primary and support positions of us." She takes a deep breath. "Then, it comes down to vibration matching."


"What's that?" I ask.


"Where we find our fusion, or our magic, depending on what we end up being most in line with." She explains.


"Sounds like a lot of variables." I admit.


"Because it is."


"Right." I agree.