DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wolf's Rain, only the idea for this story.

Grace was stunned by the on going beauty of the field of what she thought looked like newly fallen snow. She gaped at both its beauty and resemblance to the girl. Thoughts swirled through her head. Unfortunately, the few that came back without an answer puzzled her. Who was the girl? What did the flowers have to do with anything? Why was it her destiny?

Grace sat down on the now grassy ground and thought. She tried to piece the thoughts in her mind together like pieces of a puzzled, but nothing seemed to go together, except for one thing. The flowers smelled like that girl. Grace knew that it couldn't have been perfume. The scent was too strong. When she realized that a headache had started to form, she cleared her mind. What now? Grace thought. The flowers were back, although the only thing linking them to the girl was their smell, and she was at The Garden of the Ones. She tried going over what the girl said.

You must go to the mountain were they all ended, and your destiny began.

Tha was it! The mountain were they all ended! This mountain was in the middle of The Garden of the Ones! It made perfect sense now! She needed to do something here, but the only question that entered her mind was, What? She could do some kind of offering to the Ones. Maybe she could become some kind of deciple. What she could do? It wasn't like she was some kind of goddess, was she? No, there was no way a goddess could feel so much pain. Maybe it wasn't her destiny after all, or if it was, maybe she only needed to bring back the flowers. Yeah, that was it! She only needed to bring back the flowers. Her job here was done.

Grace trotted down the path, convinced that she had done her job. She walked back into town, but a faint longing to go back rested inside of her. She pushed it away with her daily buisness, like what she was going to eat. She hadn't ate in a while and was kinda hungry. She walked back into the center of town, the rainbow of streamers and signs seemed to brighten up even the darkest nights. She sat on a bech infront of a large oak in the very middle of all the stalls, and she ate her stolen hotdog in peace.

Suddenly, her ears caught sound of drums. It was the night parade. For some reason, the people who lived there were crazy happy and joyful. Grace had absolutely no idea why the people were so damn happy. The world was full of hate and suffering, envy and lust, and all those other things humans were driven on. Grace watched the bright lights of the parade go by in silence. Only the clapping and hooting could be heard.

Grace lay in her bed. That feeling to go back was getting stronger. She had tried pushing it back down several times, but it just came back stronger. It was one in the morning, and sleep still kept it's distance from Grace. Finally, after several agonizly painful hours of stopping herself from leaving the house until morning, Grace ran out of the house, eager to go back to the garden.

The garden was exactly as she had left it. The flowers, the mountain, and that smell. She took a wiff of it and imediantly relaxed. What to do, what to do? Grace thought. She strolled around the garden, letting all of her worries drift away. Before reality hit her, she was taking off towards the mountain with a flower in her jaws. Grace didn't turn around. It felt too natural to turn around. Even when she could hardly breathe from how high up she was or how the cold seemed to seep into her bones, she continued up the mountain, barely breaking sweat. Once she got to what seemed like the top, she noticed the giant hole literaly in the center. Is this some kind of volcano or something? Grace questioned her self. She could feel herself ready to jump down to what seemed like her death. She restrained herself, only to fing her will power not as strong as she thought. Grace closed her eyes as her body jumped over the edge. I'm not ready to die! Especially by lava! Grace screamed both in her mind and out loud as she fell into the abyss.

Is is over? Is this what death is like? Grace cautioned herself before opening her eyes. Damp stone walls were all around her, along with some more of those white flowers. She looked up to see a full moon. She assumed that she hadn't died, so she scanned the area. There seemed to be a small lake, but other than that and the flowers, nothing else. Grace walked over to the lake. She was about to stick her tounge in the water to take a drink, when the flower fell out of her mouth. The water instantly froze over. Luckily, Grace had moved her tounge just in time. The water froze as the flower seemed to sink deeper and deeper. Grace scooted back, both frightened and confuzed about the strange lake.

Just as Grace turned around, a breaking noise came from the lake. She whipped around to see in the very center of the lake, the ice was breaking.

~O~

Paradise. It had been Paradise after all. The wolves ran through the heavens, floating atop a never ending field of lunar flowers. No food was ever needed, and no pain or sickness was ever endured. No hate or sorrow, only joy. Laughing as they ran forever on a never ending journey through time and space, through different worlds, different universes. Nonstop, until the light appeared. A coldness washed over them as the light grew.

"A choice, a choice! You must make a choice! Help the mortals and end the ongoing sadness, or continue your journey forever!" A voice rattled across the field. The flowers wilted, and sorrow washed itself upon the pack.

"A choice?" one of the wolves asked suspiciously.

"A choice! Hurry, time cannot stop forever!" the voice croaked out.

"Time stopped?" another of the pack questioned.

"Yes, Yes! Make a choice! Hurry!" the voice roared. Help the mortals, or continue our journey? The question weighed upon them. Help the mortals, and bring happiness to the land below, or continue the journey of joy? Both had their ups and downs. Death and needs on one hand, and shame on the other.

"We shall help the mortals! Our pride as a wolf commands it!" the one wolf spoke out. The others gasped, but didn't respond.

"So be it! A new evil awaits all of your kind! Stop it before it stops you!" the voice spoke as it faded. The field of wilted flowers disappeared. What the pack found themselves in was a sea of icy water.

~O~

Grace couldn't believe her eyes as a white wolf floated to the surface. Once it seemed to float right above the broken ice, the water froze it up and the wolf was set down. Three other wolves came up, too. There was a grey one with a scar on his chest, a red one with silver bands, and a tan one with a collar. Grace tensed up as she realized who they were. The Ones!

Thanks to a certain fellow author, Silvermist, I am going to continue my stories. I thank everyone who has read my stories and reviewed. P.S. thanks for the helpful advice Silvermist! And, check out my new picture. I tried to draw how I imagined Grace, so you guys can see what I thought!