Eeeeep... It's been a little while since I've watched Wolf's Rain... well... okay, only two months, but still... if I'm rusty on some of my details, forgive me.

This is kind of a narrative of Kiba before he met up with the other wolves. Y'know, all that good stuff. Yeah.

Prolouge - Beginnings

Lunar flowers. I've always, always been drawn to them. Even as a puppy, I rolled in the grass next to them. If I'd only known, then, that I'd want - no, dream of - them later, maybe I would have remembered. Oh, but I do remember. I remember losing everyone. I remember losing the lunar flowers. My family. My hopes. My dreams. Everything I had, I lost.

I don't remember much from my happy puppy days, that is, before losing everything. Perhaps I should call it my 'childhood' as these humans like to call it. I can only recall the way things looked, and silly little things, like what Mother and I did one day.

I remember Mika, quiet Mika. She was a black pup with a white stripe on her head. She whined loudly when we, that is, my brother, Haruki, and I played too rough with her. She was mom's favorite, there was no doubt. Haruki was a brown pup who just looked dirty all the time. He wasn't very cute, and his fur didn't shine much, not even as a pup. The other mother wolves always seemed to pity him; he wasn't even puppy-cute. Mika and I, supposedly, were adorable. Haruki never seemed jealous, though. He always treated us as if we were to stay together forever.

Oh, how I hate that we didn't.

I don't have specific memories of being a happy pup; not really, anyway. I can remember Mika and I playing in some white flowers, lunar flowers, one day, and Haruki biting my ear, but that's about it. Honestly, I don't remember much else, not until my first 'trial', as I sometimes think of it.

I can't remember their life, not well, anyway, but I can remember their death as clear as day. I wish I couldn't, to tell you the truth, but maybe, just maybe, they are what drive me to do what I do. Maybe the spirits of Haruki and Mika have found their way into me, and that's why I, Kiba, won't stop until I reach it. Paradise. Maybe finding Paradise is my contribution to them. I'm not sure why, but my instincts push me to find Paradise. But I'm going off track.

I remember a fire. A bright, red and orange fire. It was dancing in my eyes, and I heard my mother howl. I didn't understand what was so horrifying about the fire - to me, it looked interesting. Exciting. I thought this, at least, until I saw it consume one of my treasured lunar flowers. Just like that, it was gone. And it seems like I knew then that that simple lunar flower of mine would only be the first of losses. Instincts, again, told me to expect the worst.

And the worst is what I got, without a doubt. I remember feeling my mother's jaws around my neck, holding me tightly. She pulled me, first, as I was the youngest, smallest, and most defenseless, to a safe place and left me there. I whimpered.

"I'll be back," she'd told me, "with the others." I sat and waited for her, but somehow, somehow I felt it in me that she wouldn't return. Not with the others, at least. I prayed for them to return, but it was all empty hope.

I laid in my safe spot all night, whimpering and crying. They were gone; I didn't even want to go look for them. They were gone. They were gone.

My family. Mother. Mika. Haruki.

They were gone.

And just as I wished that I was gone, too, I felt something warm on my back. My muscles tensed, not knowing what it was, but I was lifted from my spot on the ground. I stared into the face of a human, and for the first time, I was thankful to. Long hair danced around his face, just as the fire danced around the lunar flowers. Strange, really, how I automatically felt drawn to him, as I'd been to the fire. I pawed at his hair, and he smiled. He turned, with me in his arms, and walked into the opposite direction.

It seemed as if I laid there forever, in his arms. I dozed off, after a while, but I did'nt have pleasant dreams. In my dreams, I saw my mother howling as the fire consumed her. I saw Mika whimpering as she was surrounded by the fire. I saw Haruki, bravely waiting for his own death. And finally, I saw a lunar flower being consumed by the fire in slow motion. I woke up howling, and the strange, long-haired man patted my head.

"It's okay," he'd told me, and somehow, his words were soothing to me. I quieted immediately as he stroked my back. Finally, we reached his home. He had a family. A beautiful family. I couldn't help but feel envious, even at my young age.

He never gave me an official name. I was always "the white wolf." And the way he said it - the way his family said it - it was almost as if they were, at times, reverent to me. Reverent to my destiny. They seemed to know something that I didn't.

I always wondered what it was.

But I grew up with those humans, as their dog, their friend. Their source of entertainment, I suppose. I didn't mind - they amused me, as well. I didn't mind at the time, anyway. I didn't know the difference between a dog and a wolf. Neither did they.

I remember sitting in front of the campfire as they played a traditional tune. Drums. Flutes. My mind was racing with thoughts of... what was this place? Where was this place? I didn't even know what I was dreaming about. But my eyes grew as they watched the fire, and I knew my destiny.

"Go find paradise," the human had told me. And I knew. Paradise was my destiny.

I left into the warmth of a summer night, full of a new hope. Was it hope? Perhaps it was instinct. I don't know. I ran without tiring for what seemed like forever. This was my beginning. This forest; it's where it all began.

Okay, short, I know, but I'm just kind of doing a testing phaaaase as for now. I'm going to read up and watch a few more episodes of Wolf's Rain, and the next chapter, maybe, will be better. This, really, is just a prolouge anyway. I may end up adding a few more memories in future chapters, just to expand this. Mwahahaha. So if you liked it, tell meh, and I'll... er... keep writing. If you didn't, I'll still keep writing. Oh, and I do know that I start sentences with "and" and "but"... I'm making it dramatic. I'm not an idiot. XD.