Prologue

They say that paradise will appear when the world comes to an end. Only lunar flowers know the path to paradise and so in turn will guide the wolves to their haven. Though this isn't the first time it was told. Under the ashes and frozen wastelands, wolves and humans alike lay lifeless and frozen. The world hangs empty, silent and completely barren, buried under thousands of snow...

The world, however, took its final breath and bloomed anew. Once again reliving the cycle of rebirth as prophesized by the lunar maiden... As the cycle continued more and more destruction will devastate the world until it completely shatters. But... There is still hope... among the suffering and anarchy, as told by the last verse of The Book of the Moon:

Before the end of the cycle, White will bleed Red, and the snow will part way before the wolf.

Life will take new breath one final time, and the world will finally be set in its true form...

A woman closes the book and waits for her two grandchildren to respond...

"Ooookaaay..." one of the children, a young boy rolled his eyes and gave an unpleasant shiver. "That was... really depressing Grams... Don't you have any other stories that involve, um... Not death and destruction?"

"Death is part of life Aito." his grandmother scowled impatiently. "You will understand when you are older, In due time." The other child, a little girl a bit younger than Aito starts to sniffle and tears leak out of her eyes.

"There you two are!" another voice calls out. A younger woman with blond hair, resembling motherly features walks up and walks over to them. "Remember what we said... no pestering grandma for stories." "Yes mom." Aito replies immediately. Finally, the little girl can't hold it in anymore! "WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

The whole room is alert with her crying. "Oh, my goodness!" the mother runs up to her wailing daughter. "Amaya, sweetie what's wrong?!"

"Nice Grandma..." Aito gives her a knowing look. "You made her cry again..."

"You little brat, I did nothing of the sort!" Amaya is picked up by her mother, who solemnly agrees. "I'm starting to think so too..." She glares at her mother.

"Me?! What did I do?" the elderly woman asks incredulously but her daughter says nothing and just stares. "That's your problem you know, you shield these children from the truths of the world when they should be prepared." the old lady points an accusing finger at their mother.

"Not when they're five years old!" "Um... mom..." Aito interrupts their banter by tugging at his mother's shirt. "Technically, I'm seven."

"Not now Aito..." his mom gives him a stare. "Go and take your sister upstairs to bed..." She sets Amaya down and holds Aito's hand. They turn around and head for the stairs.

"You know... I don't blame you for crying like that Amaya.." Aito puts her in bed. "Grandma tells weird stories. But that's all it is just stories nothing else... no one's going to die or get hurt. The city is well protected, and Nobles will protect us from any danger!" Aito gleams his eyes at his own mention of nobles. Amaya rolls her eyes; she may be five, but she is still aware. Nobles are Aito's role model. It's always Noble this and Noble that. Nobles, Nobles, Nobles...

"It's not the blood that scares me..." Amaya admits in a soft voice.

Aito looks up as she's tucked to bed. "Hm?"

"It's the thought that wolves can't make it to paradise! All they want is a home! When I'm older, I'll make sure of that!" Amaya gets a determined look in her eyes, one that Aito hasn't seen before.

He shakes his head, "You're weird sometimes..." he replied, then turns of the lights. "Night sis." Aito walks out the door and closes it from behind. Amaya sags down in the covers and whimpers... I promise, everyone will be saved... she gave one last thought before going to sleep. It would be nice to meet a wolf, I wonder what they look like...

Back at the living room, "You can't keep feeding my children superstition mother..." "It's not healthy to keep them in the dark either..." The elderly woman retorts. The mother glares down at her. "As long as me and my husband are the rightful owners of the house, you have to do what we say..."

She huffs defiantly. "I mean wolves and paradise what kind of ridiculous notion does that intake?!"

Her mother laughs hoarsely, "Is that you talking, or your husband?

Hearing those words made her livid. "I speak for myself mother..." she says in a quiet, steady tone. Then adds, "Hubb doesn't have anything to do with this. I'm looking out for my children."

"No!" her mother looks at her glaring down and rises slowly off the couch. "You are doing what you want. You used to have so much potential, I saw it in you, your eyes used to gleam with determination, conviction. How did I manage to raise a daughter in this lifetime with so much doubt and loss in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?! I'm happy and married with two wonderful children! Whatever voodoo superstition you're cackling about, just stop!"

She walks up to the front door and opens it. "Get. Out." she seethes...

A long silence passes by and her mother walks slowly out to the snowy porch. she gives her last words before leaving. "In due time, that girl will find her place in the world, and you will regret it... Remember those words Cher..."

Her mother closes the door behind her, and Cher is left shocked of what her mother said. Ah, this feeling. Cher pondered, A feeling she hasn't felt in a long time... She has lived a carefree life with her husband that she almost forgot the feeling...

I'm afraid...