Heart of Rakuen ------------ The Heart of Rakuen is calling.
Find me, it calls so softly.
I can hear it, even now. It speaks to me, surrounds me, demands that every fiber of my being be solely focused on its fulfillment. I know of nothing else.
Hear me, it cries in the dark.
When it calls, I run. It's not just an instinct. I know it's what I must do. My reason for existing... I thought it was something else once. I can only do so much with the life that was handed to me. The life I've had to fight for, to bleed for. I was born to chase this. That is my reason, my purpose.
Leave it all behind, it whispers in my dreams.
Is it enough when you watch the world, watch it whither and fall away, and turn your head? It will never change. Whether it's reality, or just a dream. I want to forget. I'm searching for the path that will guide me to the one and only absolute.
Return to me, the voice is carried on the wind, through the very air I breathe.
They hear it as well. I don't know why they couldn't hear it before, but they do now. It is what we wolves know, the minute we are born. We know there is something out there. We know it is ours, and we must seek it out. But, it's harder for others to follow. Things get in the way and distract us. We start to forget who we are, and what we were meant for. Our hearts grow cold. Indifferent. We lose the way. I lost it, I can't remember when or where. It took me so long to get it back again.
Is this voice the same for them? Does it hold the same quiet intensity, pushing them onward?
"Kiba."
Are they hopeless? Are they afraid? Do they know what's awaiting them?
"Kiba? Don't you think you should be resting? We're all tired from today, and I thought that maybe..." The young one looks at me, confused. I'm standing out here in the snow and staring out into the cold, empty wasteland we've been traveling through for a long time now. There isn't much else to look at. The damp and freezing cave behind us still seems far more inviting, and yet...
"I will, eventually."
The answer is vague, but I know he understands. Toboe nods, and then smiles. It's a sad, sympathetic sort of smile. He turns and goes back to rest with Hige and Tsume. My pack. Can I really call them that? Maybe it's just a feeling. They too, want the freedom and goodness, the joy and the acceptance. The peace. Something we know so little of, in such a place.
I want to believe that it's more, even. That maybe there's something in all of it, a hidden meaning, a deeper connection. The Heart knows us, so perhaps this is for the best. Who am I to fight against that?
It must be the same.
Find me, the voice suddenly cries again, bringing me back.
It's still burning within. We're so far away, but it's with us every step of the way.
We'll find what we need on this road. Even if we have to keep running, even if we have to keep chasing it.
The Heart of Rakuen is calling...
Follow me
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