[PROLOGUE]
A gigantic ice sculpture that resembled the form of surging waves, as if flowing down from the peak of a white mountain, stood mightily in the middle of a snow-laden forest.
The pine trees and other tall and big trees was heavily blanketed with snow. The whole fog-filled white forest gave off a fresh and cool ambiance. It was so serene and peaceful until the big full moon rose up high in the night sky.
As the moon's light slowly illuminated the whole forest - from the surrounding trees to the mountain, the gigantic ice sculpture started forming a crack from the top. Little by little, that small crack crept downward. The ice vigorously burst out, revealing real waves of water, thundering down from the peak. Gushing sparks of water seemed to glimmer under the moonlight and dance as if they were finally freed from being frozen for a long time.
Pieces of snow started falling down as well. They looked like they were glowing too and dancing in that cold place.
"Finally, the seven hundredth year has come." A small voice like that of a child echoed.
"I miss her," said another.
And a chorus of different child-like voices echoed throughout the forest saying almost the things.
"I want to see her again."
"Please come back to us alive, our dear child."
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A heap of snow dropped from a branch of a big tree when a leopard jumped up to it and waited alertly for a prey to come its way.
In that ankle-length pile of snow that covered the woods in pure white, a young man of well-built stature, carrying a basket full of root crops and fruits on his back, was walking toward the tree where the big leopard was. Waiting to hunt its meal, it readied itself to lung downward as soon as the man reached its perimeter of attack. Just a step closer and it would bare its fangs to him, when suddenly the man looked up to it with a cold, bloodshot stare - his blue eyes the color of the morning sky - seemed glowing and shining with the ray of the sun.
The man was dressed in thick white garment that looked like animal fur, covering his whole shoulder and arms down to his knees. He also had boots of leather. He had long, soft and silky silver-colored hair despite his young and handsome appearance.
The leopard crawled back in rage - its instincts tell that it should just let his meal go lest it wanted itself to be the prey instead. The man lifted a smirk as he walked past the feline.
He reached a small village that had bungalow size, houses made of stone. Two men - one young and one old who was a little shorter than the former, welcomed the blue-eyed man with a grateful and relieved smile. The younger man took the basketful of produce.
"Thank you for always providing for us!" said the old man. "Would you like to rest awhile and eat with us?"
He smiled but turned down the offer. "I must hurry back. Father wants to discuss an important matter right away."
The old man's face got wearied. "I see. I'm sorry for making you come all the way here, Prince Mion."
"No, don't be," Prince Mion said. "It's part of my duty to let our brethren live and thrive on."
As he went back, he noticed the same leopard but it seemed like it was now sleeping, or just didn't bother to attack him anymore.
Just after exiting the woods, a young man with long hair and blue green eyes, who looked the same age as Mion, was running toward him. He caught his breath first before speaking, "Hurry! Your Father is waiting for you!"
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Moonlight Flower
RomanceA "woman" was being searched by her only first blood relative Clarence, whose all-men clan was cursed into something beautiful, strong creatures - wolves! They needed her to preserve their clan, given only 13 full moons to find her without a clue in...
