Chapter 1 – Broken Melody
The book of the Moon speaks of a flower maiden and an angel. For every angel there is in the world; there has to be a demon. But the angel the Book of the Moon speaks of is both angel and demon. And the choices made by the people around her will affect what happens. The angel or the demon. Which one will open paradise?
Sienna opened her eyes wearily. She glanced to her left and smiled weakly. Closing her eyes, she concentrated and though:
"Good Morning, Cheza."
The girl in the tank did not move but thought: "Good Morning."
"How are you?"
"This one is fine. And you?"
Sienna reopened her eyes and looked at the chains that held her. "Pain, as usual."
There were shackles around her wrists and ankles, and one round her neck. Her large white wings were pinned back with various chains and shackles, spread out across the wall so she looked like something off a church wall. And if all that wasn't enough, there was a large metal cage/orb surrounding her. Tubes also led into her skin, providing her with the nutrients she needed. Other tubes carried chemicals which kept her unconscious. Only one of the scientists, Cher, turned off these chemicals so Sienna could be awake. Then Sienna heard voices.
"I've never seen this expression on her face before. Has the solution been altered?" It was Cher speaking.
"No," another scientist replied. "It's the same as always."
"Do you think she's awakened?"
"According to the data we found," Cher said. "The first thing Cheza showed a response to was blood, wasn't it?"
"Wolf's blood, you mean." My eyes opened wide. Wolf's blood?
"Yes. The smell of wolf's blood."
"But what evidence is there that…?"
"None." Cher smiled. "Many things exist that can't be explained by scientific proof simply due to a lack of evidence. Cheza herself is the crowning achievement of an alchemy that cannot be proved. And just look at Sienna! How can you explain the existence of angels? The flower maiden, the angel, and the wolves are being drawn to one another. Like an ancient scholar's fairy tale."
Sienna grinned. Cher, unlike most, believed that wolves might still exist somewhere. She believed even without proof. Sienna quite liked Cher, she was kind and friendly, but she wanted to be free. She wanted to fly again. Feel the wind in her hair. Sighing, Sienna began humming a tune. Cher looked over and smiled. And began whispering the words to the song Sienna often sang.
"Part of me wants to know just where I'm going. Everything could go wrong in a second. But isn't the mystery so exciting? And all the lessons you learn are enlightening."
Meanwhile, in another part of the building, a white wolf lay in his bloodied cage. Just listening. The tune was filled with pain and misery. Not the sweet, happy song it should be. It was nothing more than a broken melody.