- [October 31st, 1966] Monday / Location: 22 the Sorrels, England -

Late at night, it was cold and windy, in the neighbouring area of 22 the Sorrels. Halloween night had ended, which meant parents and their children went back home, to count the amounts of candy they'd collected through the night. The streets were empty, and all was to be heard was the strong winds, and noises of the neighbourhood trees, as they raked, making the autumn leaves fall; hitting the surfaces of every concrete floor and sidewalk. 

It all seemed so quiet, a little too quiet. 'Another usual day in the calming neighbourhood of Sorrels' — one would say. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

But then moments later — suddenly appeared out of thin air — an injured cloaked man. The hood of his long violet, bloodied starry cloak, that concealed his face and his entire appearance, but his long white beard peaked out from his hood — it was long enough that it reached his waist, almost to his knees. 

The slashes under his bloodied stained starry cloak were unbearable for him to withstand. He trembled a bit, trying to maintain his composure and looked like if he could take another step, he would instantly fall over and probably die. But he still had a little strength in him. And what she was carrying in her arms was a sleeping baby that he had wrapped in a lilac blue blanket.

Alongside him was another cloaked older man. Although this older man was taller, he had mid-silver hair, as well as a beard, whose length met close to his mid hair; that was the same length as his silver hair.

As they walked the sidewalk, the older man helped the injured starry cloaked older man by helping him walk. The injured man groaned for a bit, but not until he quickly stifled his groans, though it was clear that he was in so much pain with his body trembling.

The cloaked older man broke the silence, as he felt a bit uneasy about whatever was happening, worried of what the injured starry cloaked injured older man was planning to do or what they were about to do with the little baby. 

"Are you sure that this is a good idea? I know these people, I've known them for years and they are kind youngsters that I've watched over and taught, since their school years… They just recently got married and not sure that they will be ready for a child just yet… Don't you think that... maybe you can entrust the child to me, instead?"

He asked the injured older man, wanting to know if he somewhat knew what he was doing, if 'what' he was doing was the right choice. 

The injured man turned to him, keeping his identity hidden, nodded at the older man; letting him know that 'this' was the choice that he as well as they had to make. Whether it was 'right' or 'wrong'.

The older man wanted to help the cloaked injured man with whatever he could, as he wanted to be sure that the injured man and child were safe. But felt anxious and uneasy with helping the injured man leaving an infant child on a doorstep instead of caring for the baby himself. As he would want nothing but to care for the infant and keep them safe in his care. Since he thought it was the best and only way for the baby to be safe from danger.

"These people... I know, you've known them since their youth. That they are a kind and loving married couple. But like some married couples, they want to start a family. And these people have also yearned desperately for a child. But unfortunately, that day never came." He told the older man, his voice weak, and was filled with sorrow.. "But... this child... will surely be their beacon in their lives and will grant them their wish. And she will be ready for what's to come in the future… if he were to return…"

Puzzled by what he said last, not understanding what he meant about her being ready in the future or who he might be referring to? But understood what the injured man had said, but also wanted to be clear of the choices he was making, and to ensure that it wouldn't affect his decisions.

The injured man sees him struggling, seeing that he was trying to accept all of this, of what he had learned. 

And so to assure him that everything was going to be alright, he slowly reached up with his trembling hand, placing his palm on the tall older man's forehead. As his hand was on the tall older man's head, a small faint light glowed underneath his palm and on his forehead. And what he did was to show the tall older man images as well as visions. Visions of what the injured older man and the baby had been through as well as fore-showdowing everything what the tall older man saw in the visions, and what he needed to know of the child and for the injured man's decision.

Once the injured removed his hand off the tall older man's forehead, a tear escaped his eye, after seeing the child's past, and why the injured man needed the baby to be with the people that they were delivering. 

And although the starry cloaked injured man had his identity concealed, the tall older man figured out by the visions he had seen, who the injured older man was, and that he immediately understood and had finally agreed with him. Accepting his decision to deliver the baby girl to his old students, the Spencers. As he now knew what to do, even if it would leave greater consequences as well as regrets later in not having to care for the child himself. 

The two proceeded with their walk, as they finally made a stop, finally making it to their designated location as they came upon an ordinary-looking family home. 

Once they were walking towards the front door, the injured man stumbled as his knees gave out for a moment that both men nearly knocked over a family of three cute decorated Jack-o-Lanterns, by the entrance.

The injured man raised his arm, still trembling as he felt the pain of his body worsening as he tried moving. He flicked his wrist and a basket suddenly appeared before them in thin air. With it, he carefully placed the baby in the basket and laid the baby on the front doorstep of the home — as well as placing a letter, and tucking it in on the baby's blanket.

Before leaving, he kneeled down, trying his best to not fall over the sleeping baby as he did under his weakened condition. Once he kneeled down to talk to the sleeping baby in a weak and pained voice, though trying his best to not show any emotion but failed to do so as there was a hint of regret and sorrow in his words, but also a small sense of hope and promise. "I… don't have much time left… but… be ready… be prepared… and be safe… ". He told the sleep in a shaky whisper, while spreading what seemed to be a small single tear as he said those last words, almost sounding as if they were never to see each other again. 

Then… soon after, his gashed wounds glowed, spreading rapidly all over his body until he faded and turned into dust — leaving only the older man behind as well as the little baby.

The older man was startled that the injured man had disappeared, that the condition that he was in was so concerningly serious that he had turned into dust as there was nothing left of him. He tried every spell that he knew to try and save the injured man, but nothing had worked. His injuries were to dire and he was doomed with no options of preventing him from disappearing. 

After seeing the injured starry cloaked man disappear and the letter that he had left behind, that he then thought of also leaving a letter behind as well. 

He conjured up a quill and a piece of parchment with the flick of his wrist and started writing something on the small piece of parchment. He folded the written parchment and then placed the letter tucked in with the baby, just like the injured man did. 

Later, knocking on the front door, waiting patiently for someone to respond, but also waiting by the baby's side in case someone didn't answer the door showed up at such a late hour. 

Once he heard someone coming towards the door as well as hearing them turn their doorknob — he too disappeared. 

Soon after, a large woman opens the door. She was a short middle-aged woman with thin, straight, dark brown hair and blue eyes; she was plumed with a crooked snub-shaped nose. And for some strange reason, she seemed to be wearing makeup, almost too much makeup, during sleeping hours. Probably makeup that she put on for Halloween and was about to wash it off before answering the door.

As she opened the front door, wondering who could've been knocking on the door this late at night. After looking around, seeing there was no one around, she was about to close the door. Thinking that some trick or treaters were still out and about doing little pranks. 

But before closing the door, and heading back inside, she looked down and noticed a baby right in front of her, a baby. 

Alarmed as she was to find a baby at her doorstep, she quickly took the sleeping infant in. As she picked up the sleeping infant with such careful ease as not to wake the baby. But the sudden movements made the baby wake up, shortly after the baby started crying for a brief moment, until finally calming down moments later as the woman shushed and calmed the crying baby.

The middle-aged woman then saw and noticed both letters tucked in the baby's blanket. She opened the first letter and it read: 

'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, It is with great sadness that I must inform you of the death of this young child's family. They were murdered by someone who I trusted, but I was betrayed. They were a close colleague of mine, seeing them like a close relative. But what he did, blinded me and I suffered the consequences afterwards.

I tried my best to protect the child and her family…. To save them. But, I regret to say that, with all my efforts, I failed to save them all. Please take good care and watch over their daughter. 

 'Lila' — 'Cynder' — 'Evie'. Who was born earlier today. 

I would gladly watch over her, myself. But unfortunately, in my condition, I'm afraid she is not safe with me. Which is why I left her here in your care. Where she will be safe and protected.

~ Sincerely, M'

"M? Who is this M?" Questioned and muttered Mrs. Spencer's. She then put the letter away and took a quick look at the baby to see if she was alright, and saw that she was almost as cold as ice; due to being outside. 

As worried as she was for the baby, she immediately hurried to wrap her up in a warmer blanket and made sure to light up the chimney, to warm up the baby girl — as well as change her into warmer clothes.

Once uncovering the baby of her thin clothes and unwrapping the thin baby blanket. She saw that the baby had beautiful white silver platinum hair; hair white as the glistening white snow. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac-blue colour — she had fair skin with light rosy cheeks. 

Mrs. Spencer has never seen a baby this beautiful, even bearing such strikingly beautiful hair and eyes.

As Mrs. Spencer was done changing the baby into her new clothes — she saw how tired the baby was and rocked her to sleep.

As she was rocking the baby to sleep, with her free hand, she went ahead to read the other letter that was left with the baby. She wanted to know more about the person who had left the baby at their doorstep and to know more about the baby's background.

"You are now a family. Continue making the family grow.

~ Deborah"

Once the baby was finally fast asleep — Mrs. Spencer smiled down at the letter, knowing the sender of the letter, and of his sweet kind words.

She then smiled down at the sleeping baby. Happy by the bittersweet moment, as she and her husband wanted to start a family even trying so many times, but had no luck. But now, they were blessed with a baby, a baby that they could call and treat as their very own. And that of course, she couldn't help but cry tears of happiness.

She muttered to herself in a low soothing voice; to not wake the baby. 

"Lila, huh? *Sniff!* What a beautiful name! Such a pretty girl you are! *Sniff!*" She whispered to the baby, happily and tearfully.

"Who is it, honey? *Yawn!* More trick-or-treaters?" A man said tiredly, as he called out from upstairs.