Disclaimers: I do not own Wolf's Rain or it's characters. Only the ones I make. There will be spoilers in this story. I've seen episodes 1-26 and the 4 OVA episodes. I will warn you when the spoilers start.


Cries of the Lunar Flowers
By Nekio-chan

Chapter 1
Blood Maiden


There calling me. Again... awakening me from the endless slumber that I cherish. The only times, that I have pleasant dreams. The ones that I actually look forward to. My midnight blue eyes, tinted with white, open half way, purposely slow, but only to shut tightly as a small shock wave courses through my veins. 'Damn her.'

A menacing scowl forms on my flawless skin, the color of cold, white marble. My lips, usually a trifle pouty, rarely smiling, uniquely white color, form into a snarl. My perfectly sculpted white eyebrows scrunch together. My eyes turning cold, their dark blue depths sparking chill fire to those I turn away from and especially hate. And they were focused on one person in front of me who was smiling menacingly.

The liquid around me begins moves. Like Mother Earth suddenly had a little spasm or decided to move a fast underground small wave. That specific movement, came from me. It happens when I awake. With them calling me or not.

To my dismay, they also knew I was awake. Now, the tiniest movement I made, sends the observers into a state of complete amazement and the smart ones into fear. They unknowingly made me smart.

As the greenish blue liquid slowly disappears beneath me, the golden-metal bracelet that attaches and holds me from the chains above me, rattle at the sudden weight, as my body slumps forward. My hands, which aristocrats would kill for - fingers long and artistic, but rough from handling swords and guns, clench into fists. My feet slowly touch the bottom of my cold wet prison.

While the curved glass walls lift away, the chains loosen allowing my wrists to slip through. My legs too weak to support me, give out.

Lying on my side, with my cheek against the platform, I see two familiar men cautiously walking towards me. Shaking, I get up on my hands and knees, still tender from being in chains for so long, my head hanging low between my slim shoulders. The cold outside air hits my sensitive skin, making goose bumps form all over uncovered body. So cold. The bandages on me are the cause. Wrists covered to my elbows, ankles covered to my upper calves, my upper thighs to the tops of my breasts; all covered by rolled on, tan loose fitting bandages. Making my body sculpture stand out. Sleek, athletic, almost feline at times; a women's, but just out of adolescence and at the peek of it's beauty. I was a statue, carved by a master's delicate hand -- a masterpiece with a hint of innocence, hardly ever showing emotion

I feel a warm cotton blanket gently put on me and I feel muscular arms over my shoulders and around my legs. The servant moves me cautiously into his chest and picks me bridal style. He carry's me into my dressing room were there are maids waiting patiently for my arrival.

He sets me down on my stool, in front of my mirror. I watch in the mirror as the maids shuffle getting their supplies to prepare me. I smirk. They always amuse me.

"I see Mistress Jagara's first-hand lady got to waking you up first. I am terribly sorry." The first maid said, her voice coloured with unidentified emotions.

"It's alright." I commented, my voice warm with kindling compassion. "It is not the first time she has awoken me."

She sighs very un-ladylike, picks up a comb and starts to comb my hair. Slowly, my eyes start to close. I guess I'm one of those people who becomes relaxed while brushing your hair. The maid, seeing this, hurries up, quickly towel dries it, and brushes it one more time. She puts the comb softly down on the chest, bows low, and quietly excuses herself.

That is when I first decided to actually look at my hair. It's icy white, chin length, just as it's chin length, it starts to go down in a 140 degree angle right over the top of my collar bone. 140 degree cut going down, straight hair stopping at the nape of my neck. Bangs, hanging softly in the front top of my eyes, laying obediently against my forehead. I couldn't help but feel strangely powerful because of this notice.

I narrow my eyes. I have a sudden urge to turn and look to my left side. I did. My heart skipped a beat and my breath became short. My hand came to my chest, clenching the bandages as if they were suffocating me. It hurt to breath. My pupils dilated.

- As I looked at my surroundings, I take a step back and hear a crunch. Snow. This is why it hurts to breath! I was in the middle of a field. No trees, nothing, just a plain white field of snow. Behind me, a white wolf's bloody form is right beside me. Laying in the snow. Covered in moist, thick crimson water. The blood's trail went on for miles, as did it's stench. It's beautiful fur was matted, coated with it, and his golden eyes were barely open, as if deciding if it wanted to die. It was looking a lone Lunar Flower. My heart yearning to comfort it in it's pain, I start to reach out to it...-

I come startlingly back to reality, taking in huge gulps of air. My breath coming in and out raspy. God, it hurts even more.

Cold sweet starts to form on my forehead, my eyes still wide, staring in shock at the now normal dressing room. It was another vision. Not a guess, but a fact.

I stand up fast, startlingly the stool and making it fall backwards with a loud 'thump'. I walk quickly to my closet, pull out a knee length white dress, sleeveless, but it's width was enough to keep my shoulders warm. The top part was tight, made to support my breasts, the rest not too loose, yet not tight. With a set of white cotton snow boots. Searching for my infamous white cape. Warm enough to keep my sensitive skin warm, and floor length to keep my legs warm. When I was comfortable, I walked over to a small bowl of water and splashed some of it on my face.

I put my hands on either side of the bowl, leaning on them, while I stared at my reflection in the bowl. It looks like I've seen a ghost.

Water drips off the curve of my feminine nose. Sending ripples of little waves each direction. I slowly walk unsteadily to the window, my hands put out in front of me, trying to find something to lean against. Resting my forehead on the cool glass, watching the snow fall down so peacefully. My skin looking slickly pale in the moonlight.

'I wish I could just be free. Run in the snow with that white wolf before it...- ' A knock at the door brings me back to my revenue.

"M'lady, Mistress Jagara requests your presence in the Dining Room." A small voice said.

I sighed inaudibly, putting my hood on, I said, "I'll be right there."

I walk down the dark corridors gracefully. Glancing at the guards that I pass, bowing respectfully. I hear the sickening sounds of whips and painful screams that have been echoed through the long hallways. I close my eyes briefly. Disgusted, I thought 'I may be an assassin made to kill people, but I do not torture people for my own sick pleasure.' I ended the thought when I arrived to a set of forty foot doors, that had a wolf howling at a blood red full moon, right on a cliff, with what looked like paradise off to the side. 'Nobles and their obsessions with paradise.'

Using my wind power, my eyes turned white, the air around me starts to swirl, dragging the dirt on the floor like water lines, as my hair floats around me, I push forward with an invisible force, pushing the doors open. Jagara, as usual, is eating at the end of the table. Didn't even flinch. I never expected her too.

I slowly walk in, my face impassive. I stop five paces behind her and kneeled on one knee.

I hear a 'snap' from two fingers. A male servant comes quickly and takes her plate. While refilling her wine and - through my narrowed and very keen eyes - gives her a black envelope.

I stiffen. A black envelope.

Only one name went through my head.

One word.

Cheza


A/N: I hardly, if ever, do end author notes, but for this, I'll have to make an exception. I'm making my character control the moon, while Cheza can control plants and other nature life. In the next chapter, you'll see my characters name and what it means. Since I obviously gave you a hint, you should know what the name will mean.

If you can't picture my OC character, just think of a more mature, taller Cheza, with white hair and dark blue eyes, instead of pink/red. And her hair is like Cheza's, but it's not chopped up in the back, it's straight. Like Faye Valentines hair, but with bangs, from Cowboy Bebop. Which are also the creators of Wolf's Rain and the Escaflowne TV Series and Movie. Coincidence? Nope.

Nekio-chan