Sitting by the warm fire and listening to the crackling, my mind wandered back to the last time I had sat in front of a roaring fire.

The last time had been only last night.

The last time had been in a whole different world.

The last time was with a creature that was not to be found in this world..

The last time I nearly had been lured into a magical sleep and turned into the evil queen.

Never again would I look at a blazing fire again in the same way. The story that the music and flames told was forever etched into my mind as was the thought that I must go back to that other world, the world where The Lion spoke to me in a way without words, without me seeing him. I must get back to that other world, the one that changed a roaring fire for me forever.