Prelude to Destiny
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain. It belongs to Bones.
I tell you now the words of Red Moon. From the Great Spirit was born the Wolf. And Man became his messenger. The Beast dwells in silence, abiding where the blessing of the blood of the Gods bestowed upon him. The White Flower, after winning the favor of the Lord of the Night, will share her scent. Preordained and eternal in countenance, her form is of a lily-white supple Maiden. She distills and condenses all of time. Until it becomes a single precious frozen mass. Only then will appear the wretched beast…
So says the prophecy of Red Moon, written by a nameless oracle many years ago. This enigmatic piece is all that is left of the Book of the Moon, for the last page was left blank. There is only one copy left in existence of this rare and precious book for it was banned over two hundred years ago, and all of the copies were burned, and the oracle was tried and executed for heresy. His name is not known, and he has been forgotten in the annals of human history.
However, the wolves themselves, have not forgotten. There is a legend among the wolves, for their memories are long and their folklore old and ancient, passed down from generation to generation not by the written word but by the tongues of pack story keepers and storytellers, preservers of the myth and lore.
And legend tells of a white wolf cub, born to open the gates of Paradise at the world's death, and bring about the rebirth of a dying planet.
And soon, the prophecy will come to pass...