Hello All! This here is a small taste of a fanfic that's been on my mind for the last...well since I saw Wolf's Rain. (Which was when I was between the ages of 12-13, god I'm so old lol)

Anyways, I decided to base this after the end of the anime and since this is a reincarnated world, there are a few changes I made so that it makes sense with the story:

In this world, there will be shapeshifters. I feel like since this is a new world, it makes sense that there would be some sort of evolution.

Plus, there will be other supernatural elements in the story since alchemy and magic plays a huge role in the original a story.

I will be aging up some of characters because this will be a mature story so be warned.

I hope you all enjoy this!

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

"Please, don't leave me too."

A white wolf whines in torment, desperately seeking the young maiden's touch. As she places long, spindly fingers over his fur, he closes his golden eyes, trying to relax against her touch.

"The world will freeze over soon," the girl says solemnly, "This One will become its true form and the world will close up."

As she utters these words, the injured man fiercely embraces the young woman before him. He was hurt, blood spewing from the wounds inflicted upon him from the black wolf, whose existence was nothing more than dust on the wind.

The young girl held the injured man tightly, green blood also leaking from her fatal injury as she soothes him.

She pauses, casting her red eyes down at the young man in her arms, caressing him as he tries to look up at her with haunted and pleading eyes.

"We will be separated for a while." She notes, a sad look crossing her face as pain flashes across his.

"What should I do?"he begins mournfully , "I have nothing left to protect..."

Though he closed his eyes in apparent pain , it wasn't from his life threatening wounds, but from the breaking of his heart and soul.

Was this all a mistake? His doubts manifested in his despair as he clutched the girl tighter against him.

"We would not have met," the girl continues as if reading his mind. "and the flowers will protect you...because you protected this one, the flowers will return and bloom once more. So when the world is reborn, and Paradise opens, we will meet again."

She could feel herself fading away. Her voice becoming more strained as she feels the her limbs elongated and trembling from the effort it took to keep herself with him just a little longer.

"This one will be waiting for you. Find this one. And this time, the Paradise you hoped for will be..."

...

A young woman bolts awake, breathing in quick bursts. She places her hand on her chest, feeling the rapid beats of her heart.

"That dream," she thought as sweat ran down her forehead, "it felt so real."

She could still hear the howling in her head, as the wolf...or man screamed in sorrow.

She concentrated on her breathing; in and out calming her heart. She glances at the figure sleeping in the other bed, snoring without a care in the world.

Grinning at the other figure, she shakes her head pulling her white her duvet from her body, placing her pale feet on the soft carpet, careful go avoid waking the sleeping girl. As she walks down the hall, she passed by another bedroom, then makes her way to the nearby bathroom.

When she reached and flipped the switch, she covered her eyes to the sudden flash of light.

"Ah, it burns!" She whispered, though she knows it won't last long. Once her eyes adjusted, she stares at her reflection; a pale face with soft features, with a round face, bow-shapes lips in a semi frown, she seems pretty normal looking.

Except her stark white hair and big round eyes that were the color of crimson.

Stifling a yawn, she quickly relieves herself in the bathroom.

"What does it all mean?" The girl asks herself, as she washes her hands. "Who was that guy? Was he some kind of shapeshifter?"

The girl had been having these dreams for a while now. Dreams involving a young girl with lavender hair and and crimson eyes, running with wolves. Wolves who sometimes had human guises, who searching for some sort of "paradise."

There were also interactions with man with dark hair and a mismatched eyes. Some with a black wolf and white one battling each other.

But, Over the course of the last month, she had been dreaming of the beautiful white wolf with golden eyes and the man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

She even asked her father, who gave her vague answers like "it's all apart of you maturing into a young woman" and all that jazz.

The young woman wasn't so sure. She knew she was different; she knows that she and her adopted sister came from different parents but while her sister had an idea about her background, she had no recollection of her past and if her foster father knew anything, he kept it from her.

Were these strange dreams trying to tell her something? Maybe something about her past?

She pondered this as she was drying her hands, turning off the light to the bathroom.

She heads out towards the small, country styled kitchen. Grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets, she fills it up with water from the faucet, noting the moonlight coming from the window.

She stares out the window states out her window, the moon nearing its fullness. Walking over to the window, she unlatches the lock, letting in the chilly breeze. She closes her eyes, breathing in the last remnants of the winter season slowing fading into spring.

Taking a sip from glass, the young woman with crimson eyes and white hair asked herself this:

"What is Paradise?"

. . .

"They say there's no such place as Paradise."

A white walks along a barren path of the woods. The sounds of his steps echoed as he his paws crunched the dead leaves on the ground.

"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..."

The trees, while mostly bare, some were showing signs of green trying to peak through their branches. As he walks along the night, he looks up at the waxing moonlight shining brightly in his golden eyes.

"But in spite of that, why am I so driven to find it?"

He could feel the tiredness and fatigue weighing down on his body; he couldn't remember the last time he ate and he longed to have a drink from a stream somewhere. And yet, something told him to keep going. To walking along this path.

It was either that or fall asleep right here on the path. But for many moons, he had been plagued by strange dreams, dreams of a flower as white as the moon, with a red center burning brightly. It's smell reminding him of home, of happier times...a promise that someone was waiting for him.

"A voice calls to me."

He stumbled over a twig nearly crashing to the ground before he righted himself. He could smell them. The humans. It must mean that he was close to one of their establishments. He nearly turns up his nose in disgust but stops when he gets a whif of something. Something familiar...

"It says, 'Search for Paradise'."