Prologue
"Oh, Mark..." Janus whispered to her husband. She was cradling her child in her arms. Tears ran down her cheek like water droplets on a window during a light midday rain shower. Janus's husband wrapped his arms around her protectively. She dug her forehead into his chest. Everything was quiet, except for the soft weeps of Janus. Her baby whimpered softly as she fiddled with her mother's long red hair. She would gurgle happily every time she pulled through a knot. Janus would watch the infant play innocently, then burst into tears again as she remembered the fate that would soon befall on her offspring. "Janus," Mark crooned softly into his wife's ear, "I think it's time,"
She looked at him with puffy eyes full of sadness. He looked at the baby, "May I hold her for a moment?" he asked.
"Oh, of course,"she timidly handed the baby over to her husband. He stared down at her with watery. "Gwendolyn, I love you...I'm so sorry I have to do this." he spoke to her as if the child, a little under a year old could understand everything. Although it did seem that way. Her dark, eyes shone in the moonlight. Her tiny body trembling from the midnight wind. pulled her close and kissed her head. The soft, tiny hairs on her head were ruffled. Janus laid her down inside the cocoon of her three layers of blankets. The dirt ground was moist, and it dampened the blanket. This made Janus fidget with the towel for several minutes. She knew whichever way the infant was laid, she would get wet, nonetheless she kept mumbling under her breath about not wanting "her little Gwenny" to catch a cold. Though it was clear that "her little Gwenny" would have a better chance dying from Hypothermia.
Janus knew of the dangers of the forest, yet it was safer than staying in the town. Where everyone could be a threat, yet only one is. Janus pulled herself up from the ground, gave her daughter one last longing look, and walked away with her husband. A thousand thoughts where crossing through her mind, but all at once they stopped. Her whole body stopped. Her eyes closed, never to open again, because it was a fatal mistake that she did not see the figure lurking in the distance, waiting for her to come. The couple collapsed to the ground in a heap of arms and legs. Gwendolyn Rocagien saw the demon strike for her parents, and though she was still so young, her mind and body barely developing, she somehow knew what had happened. A lound cry escaped her mouth, and soon the villagers would come, hearing that horrible sound, and see Mark and Janus. But the baby would have been far away by then, long gone.