Evening's Morn, Vol. 2
by Forrest Wineburn
One night, Lauridsen heard a moan at his window. He woke with a start. A pale figure in a dark cloak stood outside, tapping, tapping. He rushed forward, but the figure moved away, now further down the street, sinking into the night. He heard his name spoken, "Lauridsen..." The sound was sonoral, and Lauridsen felt a chill. That was his wife's voice. He chased the figure, going many miles, until the gloomy figure of the Old City stood before him. Cautiously, he followed the voice, suddenly finding himself in an alley, with a crying child being cradled by an old woman.
"You've finally come, child," the old woman said. "She has led you here, child, our darling Eve has."
"What are you talking about!" Lauridsen demanded.
"This is your child, Lauridsen Rain. You are her father. I hope you were half the man Eve said you were."
With that, the old woman disappeared, leaving the child on the ground.
"I have a daughter?.."
Lauridsen quickly bundled the child in his arms, and fled the Old City.
