The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the modest suburban street as Diana finished securing the last lock on their front door.
Her fingers trembled slightly—not from the morning chill that whispered through the maple trees, but from the anticipation of what lay ahead.
She was a little nervous about going back to the magical realm, as she didn't have any good memories. She had grown so accustomed to the life here that she had forgotten about that realm.
But now, as Jaegar asked her, she couldn't deny his request.
Turning from the door, she made her way around the side of their weathered three-story home, her footsteps muffled by the carpet of fallen leaves.
The backyard stretched before her, enclosed by a tall wooden fence that had seen better years, its paint peeling in places where ivy had claimed dominion.
Here, away from prying eyes and the curious glances of neighbors, they could begin their true journey.
