Are you a Weapon or a Meister?

Light flooded into Twilight's eyes as soon as she opened them, shining so brightly that all she could see was white - due to this, her head started to sense as if it were imploding as she felt an intense headache coming on. Groaning, she blinked a few times and rolled over, covering her face in whatever was under her. Even with her eyes closed, the light lingered in her vision. This only worsened the pain to an extent where she was squeezing a cushion that was under her.

Wait.

Cushion?

After a few seconds of letting the light dim down,  a confused Twilight turned over and opened her eyes.

She was both pleased and disturbed.

When she sat up straight, Twilight was glad that she could finally see clearly and with no pain. The past headache now seemed like a bad memory as it was replaced with a soothing feeling. The light wasn't shining so brilliantly anymore, either - Twilight guessed it was just her eyes being sensitive due to them being shut for so long.

She was disturbed because the more she looked around, the more confused and anxious she became. She was laying down on a red couch with bronze, curling armrests, and in front of her was a smaller white table ending with inward-curving curls. On the left side of the table, there was a chair with the same design as the couch. On the other side, facing her, sat a love-couch with, again, the same design. A lamp with a golden staff and a round, blue light-bulb was shut off in the corner- the light was coming from a large window with green curtains above the chair. The floor was covered in blue-purple tiles with a giant, green rug. Posters scattered the walls, most of them being comprised of skulls, certain music bands and faces eating small, floating orbs. The said walls were painted pale yellow, but one section had peeled away to reveal green-brown bricks. A short, brown shelf with closed doors supported a black-and-grey stereo set. There was a kitchen around the corner, but from her perspective, she couldn't clearly tell what was in it.

This isn't my home! Twilight realized, scanning the room in surprise. If I'm not home, where am I? She looked down to check if anything happened to her, and sharply gasped when she noticed she was in a human body wearing purple uniform clothes.

She would've screamed if she didn't remind herself that doing that would alert the people in the house, if there were any; for all she knew, they could be dangerous. Considering she randomly woke up in a house that isn't hers and no memory of arriving there herself, she wasn't eager to risk what would happen if she met the house owner.

Twilight got off the couch slowly and stood up, staring at the ground. It's been a long while since I was a human...hopefully I can walk alright without messing up. I don't want to fall and cause noise. She contemplated, narrowing her eyes. Finally, she quietly breathed in a large gulp of air and held it as the princess carefully placed one foot in front of the other. She had to navigate around a white table with a book on it and four same-colored chairs, but she didn't look away from the floor. She was too focused on being able to walk correctly.

All was okay until Twilight's left ankle bent awkwardly, making her slam sideways into the wall next to her and collapse completely. Rubbing her injured arm, she shakily and slowly stood up again after a couple of seconds, looking around the room nervously. As she did this she was able to realize she was in the kitchen, the room she couldn't see before; the ceiling was the same, yellow color as it was in the living room. The walls were now a tiled pale red - there were no posters, but there was a tiny window above the sink. A red oven was on the left of the said sink and a pale blue fridge was on the right, along with a pale blue door. Blue-purple cabinets were attached to the very top of the wall and below the sink. With more caution this time, Twilight hobbled to one of the chairs to help support herself.

A grunt sounded from behind her. Twilight yelped, quickly flipping around to see a boy with messy, white hair and a thin, black headband. Standing with the blue door open, he wore a casual blue shirt, maroon jeans and blank white socks. His mouth was open slightly to reveal oddly sharp teeth, and his crimson eyes were wide with genuine shock.

Twilight, out of alarm, let out a small shriek and clumsily stumbled into the chair behind her.  It collapsed almost immediately, along with her. Quickly standing up, she brushed her purple skirt to remove the dust. The boy didn't move, despite all the commotion; he continued to stare at her until his bewildered expression turned into a smug grin.

"Are you the owner of this home?" Twilight smiled, obviously nervous and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I honestly don't know how I got here. I just woke up and here I was... you know what, nevermind. I know that sounds crazy. I'll go ahead and leave right now." She awkwardly yet swiftly turned the opposite direction and headed towards (what she guessed was) the exit door.

Almost instantly she felt a hand on her shoulder stop her. She flipped around in slight fear of the boy being upset, but instead, she was met with his smug smirk. "You don't need to leave." He chuckled. "I actually brought you here. In fact, it's probably best you stay." Removing his hand off of her, he then shut the door leading to the room he came out of and shoved his hands in his pant pockets.

Twilight blinked, relieved he wasn't angry but confused at the same time. He... brought me here? Why'd he do that?

When she repeated her thoughts out loud, he narrowed his eyes in slight thought, then relaxed them. "Maka, a friend of mine, and I found you unconscious under piles of trash." He picked up the fallen chair, set it back on it's feet and scooted it under the table. "It's dangerous to go out during the night, so it's even more uncool to leave an unconscious girl out where she could be seriously hurt or killed." His eyes flashed, as if he realized something.

Twilight was at a loss for words. All this news was completely new to her; the last thing she remembered was being in Ponyville Park, relaxing with her friends as the summer day went by. She did remember falling asleep, but she hadn't expected to go unconscious and wake up in the human dimension. She didn't remember going through the magic mirror, either; it wasn't like she could, anyway. The mirror was in the Crystal Empire. How the heck would she get from Ponyville to the Crystal Empire while asleep? It didn't make any sense whatsoever.

I don't understand any of this, she thought with a cringe. but trying to do so is making my headache return.

When she focused back on what was happening around her, a teenage girl with sandy-blonde pigtails and wearing casual (yet preppy) clothes walked into the room via the entrance door with multiple shopping bags in her arms and hands. She nodded to the boy in a short greeting but froze when her green eyes met Twilight's purple ones. Silence covered them like a blanket of thick snow as they stared at each other. After almost half a minute, the girl snapped out of her thoughts.

She set her bags down on the white table, rolled her wrists and stretched her arms. "I got the groceries. I saw we were almost out of milk, so I bought another jug just in case." She said, directing that towards the male.

He nodded approvingly. "Thanks." He motioned to Twilight. "She woke up. I already told her how she got here."

Yeah, I totally remember that happening. Twilight thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

After the girl stopped stretching, she turned to Twilight with a warm smile and an extended hand. "Hi. I'm Maka Albarn, and that's Soul Eater." She pointed to the boy, who raised his hand out of his pocket to lightly move his fingers nonchalantly in an effort of a lazy greeting. Twilight took Maka's hand and shook it, a bit concerned on why the boy's name was Soul Eater. What she didn't see was Maka widening her eyes and gasping lightly as soon as she touched her. She quickly regained her composure before Twilight could even take notice. "This is our apartment. You've been out cold for a while, but based on what information your friends have given me, you must have been in a coma for a day or two."

Twilight widened her eyes; not only because of this shocking news, but also with the fact Maka mentioned her friends.

"Are my friends here too?" She questioned anxiously. "Are they okay?"

Maka nodded and pointed to another door next to the entrance. "That's my room over there. You can go see them, if you'd like."

Twilight thanked her and rushed to the door, opening it and entering the room in one swift move.

Soul was leaning against the pale blue door with his arms crossed when Maka turned to him with a serious expression. "Why did you react like that when you shook her hand? It was as if she electrocuted you or something." He raised an eyebrow as he asked this.

"It was her soul wavelength... I've felt it before, but I'm used to it being much stronger than her's is. It didn't even hold much evil passion or dark energy, unlike the rest of her kind. I'm not sure she even knows what she is." She looked back at her bedroom's door. "Her soul was light purple with large, violet wings and a unicorn's horn. Last time I checked, human souls don't look like that. It's exactly like Rarity's wavelength, only stronger."

Soul widened his eyes. "Wait a second... you don't mean... she's a..."

Maka turned to him again. "Yes. I do mean that." She narrowed her eyes, then looked back at the door.

"It's no doubt. Twilight's a witch."