I sat up instantly, my eyes wide with alarm. That dream was disturbing to say the least... but was it a dream? It felt all too real.

"Isn't that what I want? To see my sister alive again?" I muttered. I couldn't decide whether it was a dream, memory or vision. Either way, accepting these things are all flashes of the past, I shouldn't have been able to control anything; just relive it in each detail. I was overjoyed to think my sister was alive, but... what if I imagined it? What if I got my hopes up and found out she truly was dead? I growled, frustrated. I hated not knowing what I was doing. I smirked ruefully.

"I guess I know how the twins feel then." I turned back to the awakening city. Shops were opening, market stalls alighting with hollering merchants. Early customers hurriedly scoured the shops, wary of what the oncoming crowds would bring. Soon the whole town would be fully awake and scrutinizing the various shops wares, pickpockets weaving their way through the stinging hive. I watched indifferently as more people poured from their homes, not batting an eyelid when a fight broke out between two drunken workers. It wasn't even noon yet. As I scanned the crowds dully, looking for something to interest me, a sharp pair of sapphire eyes caught my own. Her hair was roughly tied in a high ponytail, her hair a beautiful golden-blonde. She wore a large grey hoodie over ripped jeans, muddy – formerly – white trainers. Somehow she still managed to look delicate and innocent, and she surveyed the crowd intensely; before purposely making her way to the inn where we were staying. My heart began to beat uncontrollably, and my stomach began to twist and turn uncomfortably. I got up to rush to the door, but stopped myself and inhaled deeply. Straight face, straight face... I thought; sitting back down on the window ledge. Seconds passed, turning into agonising minutes.

"Where is she?" I made my way to the door impatiently, pulling it open with an irritated force. I was met with surprised blue eyes and a raised fist, poised to knock on the door that was no longer there. A stone dropped in my stomach like a dead weight, and I frantically searched for something to say.

"You're here. Come in." I said impassively. She looked hurt for a second, and then slipped past me into the room. I kicked myself mentally, why couldn't I have just said 'Hello'? I followed her in, shutting the door, embarrassed.

"Autumn? What are you doing here?" Toboe slurred; his eyes bleary with sleep. He yawned, and I fought the urge to do so as well.

"I here to... discuss something with you two." Autumn hesitated. "It happened yesterday..."

"Yesterday? At the clinic?" Toboe asked curiously, wide awake now. I was too, intrigued. My hunch was it had something to do with the nurse, she seemed suspicious. That look that she gave us when she called us in... Was it, pity? Her wide brown eyes had certainly seemed to be regarding us with a sad perception.

"Yes. You see..." She sighed, shuffling her feet nervously on the threadbare carpet. Brushing her bangs from her face, irritated, she began her story. She recalled that after the doctor had departed hurriedly, the nurse had shocked them with her sudden declaration that wolf hunters resided within the cities walls. She then offered us more information on the subject by inviting them to an inn called the Drunken Traveller and tell the innkeeper "silence is the key to long living,".

"That's weird." Toboe stated bluntly, his brows furrowed in clear confusion. Likewise, my mind was buzzing with this, although I tried to maintain my calm exterior. I didn't want to appear flustered in front of Toboe and... Autumn.

"Anything else?" I asked impassively, though internally I was yearning for more information. This had never happened in our previous... adventures. It was totally new, completely strange and highly unorthodox. She hummed in response, closing her eyes and folded her arms candidly. With a sigh, she shrugged and fleetingly met my gaze; before returning it to the windows sallow view outside. I was disappointed, but I brushed it away.

"Too bad." Toboe said cheerfully, attempting to lighten the mood in the stark way that he does. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head before making his way to the kitchen, pausing to call over his shoulder. "Do you want coffee, Autumn? Kiba?"

"Yes please. Thanks, Toboe." Autumn replied gratefully, a smile stretched on her face. I shook my head; I didn't much care for human drinks. The scent of caffeine made my stomach queasy, but I wasn't going to show it. Toboe bustled around in the kitchen for what seemed like forever, and an uneasy silence stretched across the room. I wanted to say something but... my mind was blank. As I searched for a topic of conversation, a faint melodic noise reached my ears. I turned toward it, and saw Autumn was leaning out of the window, humming delicately. The subtle wind ruffled her hair, and carried her voice out into the sky. My mind cleared, and I envisioned a silent field of Lunar flowers waving in the nights breath. All too soon the song ended, and Autumn closed the window, shivering. She caught my eye and her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. She coughed nervously and looked away, and then she clapped her hands happily.

"I remembered! The woman said something about... umm, was it...? Jagara?" The sound of shattering pottery could be heard from the kitchen, and I bit back an angry growl. Toboe popped his head round the corner, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Silence dropped like a lead weight in the room.

"Sorry. Are you sure she said Jagara?"

"Umm, yes. I think so-"

"Are you certain?" I said, unprecedented anger tinting my tone.

"Of course!" Autumn spat back defensively, her eyes hurt. I was shocked; I hadn't meant it like that... I wasn't angry at her! "Who is she anyway? I'd like to know what's going on! Summer isn't the only one getting pissed! Why can't you just tell us? Don't you trust us?" The girl cursed accusingly, her face set in rage. Toboe attempted to soften her anger, to no avail.

"Autumn! Calm down, please? We want to tell you, but-"

"But we aren't good enough? We can't understand, or we just don't belong?" Her voice quivered when she stated this, her façade of anger fading slightly. Instantly she regained control, pulling up her hood and making her way to the door. She swung it open, pausing momentarily.

"We're leaving at noon. See you around, that is, unless you make to Paradise." She strode through the door, slamming it so hard the windows rattled in their frames. I raced to the window, scanning the crowd until I saw her slim frame pushing through the crowd, disappearing down a dingy alley. Worry and guilt washed over me, bringing a feeling of nausea alongside it. I turned and met Toboe's golden stare. I blinked... it wasn't Toboe anymore... it was Cheza? Her crimson eyes were unreadable, but she didn't smile at me like she usually did.

"Kiba..."

"What's wrong Cheza? Are you-" I was interrupted by her stern reply.

"Kiba. The Gate to Paradise is slipping away. Are you going to let it go without fighting for your freedom?" With that she faded, and the vision died; revealing an empty room. The realisations that I may have lost our best chance to get to Paradise made my heart stop.

"Will Paradise be forever out of our reach?"