Everything had burned. The house that held the perfect wife, daughter and son for a perfect husband, who had only just returned from his travels to find his house in ashes. The memories that held happiness, love and care. Everything had gone. The bodies that held the perfect daughter and son, and the perfect wife taken from a perfect husband, who had brought back his daughter a silver necklace. For his son he had brought a hand carved knife, and for his wife he had brought back a ring from a sear, that granted good-luck.
In the Black Forests of Germany, surrounded by woodland lay the smouldering house that once held the perfect family. Gone, in the blink of an eye...
