It was a cloudless night with the moon high in the sky when Lewis finally returned to the island. It had been three weeks since he had departed in the guise of a woman named Lucile, and as it turned out, the whole mission was a clusterfuck. In the end, though, Lewis had a confirmed kill, and with the silver in hand, he finally made his way home.
Unfortunately, the magic ring that Raile gave him was not a viable option for the infiltration, and Lewis had to take the slow way back home, which led to his midnight stroll on the island. In the time he had been gone, Simone had done a lot of work on the island, and it showed in its pristine beauty. In the silence of the night, though, it was almost ethereal, and for a moment Lewis wondered if he had someone stepped into another world.
There was a sudden crying, one that caused even the hardened Lewis to shiver. He drew a dagger, but realized that the cries were not of some monster or creature, but that of a baby. He remembered what Everett sounded like during his less than happy moments, and wondered if somehow, some way that he escaped the house. But Simone would never have let that happened…and their resonance was still strong enough that he could verify she was safe.
What could it be? He followed the sound, and soon realized that he was headed towards that strange tree…what was it that Leilah had said? A dryad? Surely enough, at the base of the tree was a wailing baby girl, so small and tiny. At once, Lewis swept her up, wrapping her in his cloak to keep her warm.
“There there,” he said, slowly cradling her and trying to hush her. “It’s okay…shhh…let’s get you warm…”
It took some time, but as Lewis finally entered the castle doors to the main hall, the baby girl finally settled down, content for the moment at being held and warm. Lewis was not surprised when no one greeted him. It was the dead of night, and his resonance was low enough that Simone couldn’t have possibly known he was coming home. Still, now that they were close enough, it was possible she may be able to feel him soon, and come down.
“Let’s take care of you first,” he said, looking down at the baby. “But…what the hell does a baby dryad…thing even eat?” He frowned. Maybe he did need Simone.
Simone…love. Wake up…I have a surprise… He wondered if surprise was the right word. Well…you’ll see. I need help, though…