<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHzMLGH1Rfs</div></div></div><br/>Downstairs, Lisle dropped to her knees in front of the fireplace, looking at the faded embers. In one hand, she held a poker, the end of it bent from long-ago exposure to some intense heat. Resting on the floor before her was an ancient diary, stained and tattered, filled from cover to cover with dense, tiny text.<br/><br/><em>I'm so sorry for this.<br/>I should have done what I was instructed.<br/>I should have waited.<br/>But there's no time left.<br/>How can you wait so long and then have nowhere near enough time?<br/>There's almost nothing left to save.<br/>I barely know who you are now. All I can do is hope you're what we need.</em><br/><br/>She bit her lip, gripped the poker so tight her protruding knuckles turned white, and thrust it deep into the embers. The fireplace burst outwards, not just with sudden flames and sparks, but<em>firelight</em>, that burst outwards over the crouched figure of the old woman and outwards. One room at a time was illuminated by the outburst, regardless of walls. Rooms that had been locked for decades were illuminated, basements and tunnels that hadn't seen any kind of light for years shone brightly, and a defiant flare of firelight burned in the dark winter night. It was only seen by a couple of insomniacs in the village, and by<em>other</em>eyes watching from the surrounding woods.<br/><br/><br/>.....<br/><br/><br/>All three of the guests would awaken at the same time at about four in the morning, though they could be forgiven for thinking they hadn't.<br/><br/>The maudlin, faded rooms were transformed into opulent bedrooms worthy of nobility. Curtains around the bed that were formerly dark and faded had become floating spiderwebs of impossibly fine silk, the carpets were now fur rugs made from the fur of some exotically striped animal that you wouldn't find in any nature textbook, and the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling were now shining chandeliers that seemed to split the light into colours that owed nothing to red, blue or yellow if you looked at them long enough. Not only did the house look much more alive than it had before, it looked like something out of a fairytale, something one of them might have created with her dolls as a little girl.<br/><br/>Karina would awake to find herself in a magnificent ballgown. A standing mirror that hadn't been anywhere in the room when she went to sleep was on the wall in a place to catch her eye as she rose, showing a quite different face than the one she was used to seeing.<br/><br/>Riley wouldn't have much of a choice in waking up, given that a dragon was licking her face. A quite small and cute one, but still<em>an actual dragon</em>.<br/><br/>And Rebecca was awoken by something poking her cheek. When she looked round, she would see a wooden cleaning brush, with tiny arms and legs positioned so that the bristles looked like wild hair, pressing a note towards her. Other cleaning tools, also vaguely humanoid were climbing down the stepladder after the brush.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Karina</div><div class="spoiler_body">You don't have your sword (quite yet).</div></div>