Far away, the shaggy-haired boy woke.
He stopped to catch his breath. He had had the strangest dream. There was a girl, a beautiful one. She had been floating in some sort of green water. She had then opened her astonishing red eyes and looked at him, as though she saw through his soul, and said in soft voice, "Kiba, where are you?"
He rubbed his head. Who was she? And who was Kiba? She felt as though she had been talking to him; but his name was not Kiba.
"Well, it could be." He thought to himself. He had never known his real parents; they had abandoned him when he was small. He had grown up with his irresponsible aunt, who really couldn't care less what he did, as long as he stayed out of trouble. But honestly, staying out of trouble wasn't something he was good at.
He tried to tell himself that it was just a dream, and that he should not get upset about it, but he had the strangest feeling that it was not just a dream.
"I'm being ridiculous." He quickly got dressed. "I need some air." He thought to himself. He knew that he would not be able to fall back to sleep.
He sat on the back porch. "Who was she?" He pondered aloud. "I need to find out. This has to mean something." He wasn't the type that normally had dreams that he could remember, so this was something unusual. There was just something about her. Something familiar. Was it her eyes? Her voice? He knew her. He just didn't know why or how.
Without much realization, he started to walk. He considered the possibilities. Was she someone that he knew?
"No. I would be able to identify them by those eyes." He told himself. He knew no one that attractive anyhow.
Was she a relative, perhaps? No, she looked nothing like him. She had no blood relation to him, he could tell.
Was she an old friend?
He became aware of himself running.
"Where am I going?" He asked. "What am I doing?"
..."Kiba"...
That voice! It was that girl from him dream.
"What? Are you talking to me? Who are you?" Kiba asked. There was a long silence. Could he have just imagined it?
"Kiba, can you hear this one"
This one? He remembered someone who spoke like that. "Who are you?" He asked again.
"This one is called Cheza. Do you remember this one?"
Cheza. In a flash, he saw images of the girl, standing in the moonlight, watching over four sleeping animals, lying limp with strange markings along the side of her face. Then the images were gone.
"I don't know." He answered honestly. His head was spinning. "Why can't I remember who you are?"
"You have...Lost your memory when you were reborn, Kiba."
He didn't know how to answer with anything besides, "What?"
"Can you not recall? You were once, a white wolf in you're past life. When Paradise was opened, the world was reborn, along with you and the other wolves.
He was speechless. This was ridiculous. Was he losing his mind? Was this even real? Who was this haunting "Cheza" girl, and why did she know about his past life? How could he have been a wolf? How did he even know she was there at all?
"Please, come. You will remember."
"Come where?" He called to the empty air.
"You will know. Find me, Kiba. You will know the way."
Her voice faded.
Without another word, he took off. He didn't know where he was even going, or why. But as the girl, Cheza, had said, without much thought at all, he seemed to know the way on his own. He soon got tired, but he found somehow, the strength to keep going. He thought no longer of his family, or friends, just of the girl.