Disclaimer
I do not own Wolf's Rain. Wolf's Rain is an amazing anime that inspired my second Fanfiction "In Paradise, We Wait".
Claimer
I do own several new characters. I own the plot and storyline and did not copy anyone else's stories.
Prologue
In a place of sadness and darkness, and a time of lost hope; legends of what used to be, slowly fade away. Love, a word that only exist in fairytales and books, no longer exists. With that, how could there ever be a paradise? How could anyone still believe? What was left of the old world, existed in forbidden fairytales told to childeren at night before bed. The nobles had made sure that tales of the old world would be forgotten. In a land once ruled by wolves, existed only hatred and destruction. What was once clear, refreshing water, was now filled with trash and chemicals. No green leaves bathed in sun and danced in the wind. The world was a barren wasteland. Buildings decayed and crumbled through time. It was as if armageddon had finally hit Earth, and the remaining survivors had given up. Paradise was a forgotten dream.
As a child, I used to be told stories of four great wolves who found the flower maiden and were so close to finding paradise. No one knows if they ever made it, but I believe they did. But nothing stays pure forever. I think they knew that. I was raised by a small group of six. In the world we lived in today, you had to live with a group. You would never survie alone. Akasha, had led the small group from city to city. The others say that her family had been murdered when she and her sister Demona were younger. Her emerald-silver eyes were enhanced with long black eyelashes. Her skin tan and her hair ebony black. Demona, just a year younger then Akasha, was funny and happy, where Akasha was serious and angry all the time. We called her little Akasha, because she had looked exactly like her, but smaller in height. They never talked about what happened all those years ago.
Axel, a boy just a year older then I, was always the hungry one. His blue eyes always sad, and his voice soft. He had befriended me from the get-go. Jarrel on the other hand, found me to be a burden. His raven black eyes always looking with disgust at me. He had constantly said I was holding the group back and that I was not one of them. He even made it a point to find every excuse in the book why they should leave me out in the wasteland to die. Or worse, leave me in the care of the Nobles. But thankfully, Akasha never listened. But the amount of hate he had for me, could not amount for the love he had for Akasha. Up to this day, his love for her would go unnoticed by the very heart he seeked. He never spoke about it to anyone but Wise. Wise was the oldest of the group, like the grandfather of the group. He had found Akasha and Demona as little girls and raised them. He used to lead the group, but grew too old for the job and passed the job down to Akasha. She loved him like a daughter would for her father and kept him around. His silver hair and hazel eyes spoke volumes on his age. Especially his eyes, as if he had seen the world die too many times. It was from him I learned of the old world. The last of the group was Markus, Demona's "boyfriend". He had made claim on her the day he first met her. He had even asked permission to have her hand in future marrige. Akasha had thought it a good idea to have him be with her sister, but never believed in making that choice for her. Demona detested him, just as much as Jarrel detested me.
The group, with the exception of Jarrel, had always made me feel like I was one of them. But something about them always stood out, and I never could tell what it was. Like they all new something I didn't. But I tried so hard to fit in with them regardless. Of course I did, it was natural for me to believe they were my family. Despite the hard times going on, I enjoyed every moment I shared with them.
Before I forget, let me introduce myself properly. Silly me, I always forget to do that. Demona says that it's a rude habit I have to break. My name is Alina, I'm fifteen and baby of the group that raised me. Not much is remembered about my life before the gang, but it doesn't matter eleven years with them made me feel like I had always been with them. Everyone except for Wise had dark hair, while I had platinum pinkish blonde hair. Axel used to tease me and call me Pinky when we were little, but not any more. While their eyes varied in different colors, mine were almost violet. I guess I was different from them. But in a time like this, did it really have to matter?