"Wolves? They've been extinct for 200 years. It's just a fairy tale."
"The thing about fairy tales, there's always some truth in 'em".
My name is... Kiba.
They say when the world is coming to an end, Paradise will appear somewhere on earth. But only wolves will know where to find it.
A voice calls to me. It says, "Search, for Paradise."
They say there's no such place... as paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the earth, there's nothing there. No matter how far you walk, It's always the same road. It just goes on and on. But in spite of that, Why am I so driven to find it?
"What made you come here in the first place?"
"I smelled something. The scent of Lunar Flower. It's here. In this city."
"Why'd you escape with me?"
"I don't know. I just felt like it I guess. Besides, you seem kinda interesting." "So what's next. Where ya headed?"
"To paradise. There isn't any moonlight in this place."
"Paradise huh? That sounds like fun."
To Paradise. To the Lunar Flowers. To Cheza. To Paradise.
I tell you now, the words of Red Moon. They say from the great spirit was born the wolf, and Man became it's messenger. In other words, the human race was created from wolves. So says the author of the Book of the Moon.
We search for paradise. I search for paradise. Because my entire being is being called to it. The flower maiden and the great beast will open the doors to paradise. I search...
"What the hell is up with you. You always sound like you have an answer to everything." "What happened to you before all this?"
"Nothin much. Nothin much at all."
I search for it because...
"Where does all that confidence come from anyway?"
"It's not confidence. I'm not even sure what it is. But it's always there. Screaming inside of me. I just have to know. I have to get there. That's why I've kept on running this whole time. I can't imagine living, without believing in it"
I search for paradise because....
I am Kiba.