*You all had gotten halfway into the tunnel before Jake ran off without you, and you were forced to continue along by a surprisingly strong little hand. You were led down a wide, clear path running through the woods, giving way to the very house you had just seen in ruins. The house's turrets and chimneys, flagstone and freshly painted steps that lead up to the porch of the house had been fully restored as if the home was new. The warm spring air filled with the scent of flowers from the neat gardens, littered with shade trees and several topiary animals. A winged griffin, a rearing centaur, and a mermaid. The sound of wind rustling leaves and children playing, old music pouring from an upstairs window, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just witnessed.*