Children of Euvan

Children of Euvan

Prologue
He strode to the door of the house; dressed in a dark cloak, his face mystifyingly shrouding his face in darkness, for no eyes could meet his. He carried a small infant, who was sleeping soundly, bundled in a fluffy white blanket. A chill was in the early January air, the gentlest breeze stinging the back of his cloaked neck, and he was set out to make someone's night. He lifted the infant to eye level, waking her. The tiny child was placid in nature and giggled at the sight of his dark, strange face. He spoke in a low tone, as if talking to the child directly, as if she could perhaps understand his arrangement of words.
"It is time for you, my creation, to be brought upon the world, and no one expects your arrival. They ridiculed me; they said it couldn't be done. They told me it was forced reincarnation, but I say it's a break through." He paused to bring her close to him, ready to walk again. "Besides, it's not you who is the worry. How can anyone possibly be afraid of a cow human?"
Inside the house, a light was burning in the living room, where Rodger Marcus tried to comfort his mourning wife, Dianne. The couple was still getting over the loss of their son, Joshua, who died an untimely death at the age of eight months, three months ago from this day. To add to the sorrow, a month ago, they found Joshua's grave had been robbed, leaving no trace of their precious baby boy. It hurt that someone would actually rob a grave belonging to a child in their infancy.