Knite--history Knite jumped to her feet with a start, panting fiercely in the pitch clack of the night. She glanced nervously around, trying to take in her surroundings with desperate, searching eyes. She recognized nothing, and began to pace around, trampling the grass beneath her feet. Where was she, and how did she get there? Most importantly, who was she?
Knite, she whispered to herself in the blinding darkness. I am Knite. It did not matter how she remembered. All that mattered was that she knew.
She thought back to as far as she could remember. Which wasn't very far at all. The only image she could conjure up in her mind was of an elegant white wolf with tinges of soft, feathery black fur and a gorgeous crescent moon on her flank.
Knite stopped pacing. Her head had begun to hurt quite a bit. She shook it as if to clear it, watching white spots of light da