Children of Euvan *added

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.
The grieving parents were disturbed by a loud knock on the door. Dianne Marcus arose from her seat, and strode to the door. Flinging it open, she gathered air to yell at the trespasser, but was speechless to find the cloaked man at the door. She shivered slightly, her breath carried away in a white puff. The stranger gave Dianne a smile and gestured toward the small child.
"How would you like to be the parent of this unique child?" his voice like a whisper to her, hardily a visible puff of air could be seen in the bitter cold.
"Who are you?" Dianne managed to croak, for this was an unusual event and she knew not what she should do. The stranger lifted a hand, holding the baby in the other.
"I'm one to make you wonder. I can be your neighbor, a friendly face you see everyday but yet never speak a word, as if waiting for the other to speak first, or I may be the scary stranger that lurks in the shadows and make an uncomfortable setting in my wake. My name is not important, for I can almost guarantee I'll never see you again. I can almost guarantee you'll never need me again." He then, again, gestured to the infant, "But she, She is truly a wonderful child, unique at every angle. She needs a loving home, but if you refuse, she can always go to another who can appreciate her beauty and wonder." He studied Dianne's heartbreaking expression, as she looked longingly at the small child.
"Our son died at the age of eight months, and just recently he was grave robbed, I don't think another child could-"
"Taker her." Dianne was startled by his demand. "Take her and don't look back. You won't deny it I assure you. with all heartbreak comes amends, and although she cannot replace your fallen child, she can fill the hole that was made in your hearts." he paused until Dianne's eyes were moved from the child to his silhouetted face. "I can she was meant for you. take her."
Dianne received the baby girl, getting lost in her sweet sleeping face. Holding her close, Dianne felt a strange bond between her and the infant.
"But what is her-" Dianne looked up to finish her question, but he was gone. She looked around franticly for this stranger, but could not find a trace of him anywhere. "But what is her name?!" she yelled into the frosty wind. She turned on the outside light to find that there were no foot prints in the snow.