"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 noted the 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 continued, 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 becomes more strained as she feels 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..."
The 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 glanced at the figure sleeping in the other bed, snoring without a care.
Grinning at the other figure, she shakes her head, pulling her white duvet from her body, placing her pale feet on the soft carpet, careful to avoid waking the sleeping girl. As she walked down the hall, she passed by another bedroom and then tread 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 hissed, though she knew it wouldn't last long. Once her eyes adjusted, she stared at her reflection; a pale face with soft features, a round face, bow-shaped lips in a semi frown. She seemed pretty normal looking, except for her stark white hair and big round eyes that were the color of crimson. She stifled a yawn and then quickly relieved herself in the bathroom.
What does it all mean? The girl asked herself, as she washed her hands. Who was that guy? The girl had been having these dreams for a while now; dreams that involved a young girl with lavender hair and crimson eyes running with a pack of wolves. Wolves who sometimes had human guises, who searched for some "paradise."
There were also interactions with a man with dark hair and mismatched eyes, and some with a black wolf and a white one battling each other. But, over 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 went as far as to ask her father, who responded with vague answers like "It's all part of you developing into a young woman" and so on. Luna wasn't so sure. She knew she was different. However, 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 me something? She pondered this as she was drying her hands, turning off the light to the bathroom and headed out towards the small, country-styled kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, she fills it with water from the faucet, noting the moonlight coming from the window.
She leans her back against the sink, staring out the window, watching 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, slowly fading into spring. She took a sip from her glass and asked herself: "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 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 peek 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 walk 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 whiff of something. Something familiar...
It says, 'Search for Paradise'.
