Chapter 1 – Opening

She ran with great speed, with her mate beside her. In her arms, was a baby, a young girl, who her followers were after. The young girl was crying, her beautiful shade of teal eyes watery. Her weeps filled the air.

"Please, Tamara, we'll be caught if we don't shut her up!" her mate scolded. They continued to run, following the river Styx.

"I have tried all I can, Kei! They will follow our scent anyway!" she snapped, stopping. The rain fell over her long red hair, folding it tight against her face. Her perfect, flawless face began to cry. The yells and the barking of dogs from her followers came closer to both of their wolf-like ears.

"Run, Tamara, as fast as the wind will take you, as far as the earth will let you, don't let the fire dim, don't let the water trip you. Keep your spirit going, for her sake, and don't, never, Tamara, don't ever give into the darkness! Got it!" Kei snapped. Tamara began to cry, as she hugged her mate close to her. "Let the power of Shitaraoan protect you."

"And you too," Tamara answered, before kissing her mate once more before running in the direction of the castle of King Yama and Koenma. She ran, not daring to look back, but an explosion made her stop. Right where she had once been, was an explosion. No one could have survived that, Kei. I will see you soon, in heaven. She thought, before running, trying not to slip on the wet ground. Tears mixed with rain, wails mixed with thunder, heartbeats combined and became one, for a split-second. Blood mixed with rain water behind Tamara. She reached the doors, and began to bang on them. "Please open! Sanctuary!" She could hear her followers running behind her. They were not far. She bared her teeth against this metal door that stood between her and her baby's protection. "Open damn you!" she curse, and the door did open.

She ran in, as fast as she could, ignoring all of the calls of the ogres she ran past. She was breathing heavily, and once she reached the room marked Koenma, she opened the door on her own, and entered.

He sat in his chair, his eyes wide with fear and concern. Blood dripped in a pool around Tamara's feet. The child continued to wail in her arms, blood dripping onto its face. Both the child and the woman were crying, crying tears of blood.

"Please," whispered Tamara. It was hard for her to speak. She had lost too much blood. She fell to her knees, and Koenma ran to her side. "Take care of -," was all she said. Her died, right in front of Koenma, the child held tight in her arms. The child took a single wail, filled with all of the sorrow in the world, and fell quiet. Koenma took the child, and looked at the necklace around her neck. It marked the symbol of a silver wolf. A pure breed. He had thought of this breed to have been long since extinct. Apparently not.

He took the jewel necklace from around her neck, and placed it in his pocket.

A silver wolf, a pure breed, deserves a name from her kind, a name that is pure…a thought came to his head. A name, which meant pure. Kiyoko…yes, Kiyoko shall be your name young one.

"Kiyoko, welcome, my name is Koenma," he said, and the child instantly stopped crying. She looked at Koenma with her teal eyes. She reached out and touched his face. Her touch was calm and gentle, sweet and kind, everything that pure meant. Koenma reached out and gently touched her face. She said one word.

"Koenma…" her voice was high and squeaky, just like a small child should be. She was at least two years of age. She smiled, and fell asleep.

"Kiyoko."