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    The long summer day had been a hot one.  Brock had already spent the morning working the fields when he found himself in the center of what once must have been a house.  The remains of the walls were covered in moss and vines.  He'd been through this part of the woods dozens of times and had never before noticed the remains.  He figured he never would have found them either if he had not chased after the rabbit that had just vanished into one of the walls.
     "At least I didn't fall down a rabbit hole," Brock mumbled to himself.
     The need to explore this decayed house dominated Brock's thoughts. But where to begin?
     Shifting through several piles of crumbling bricks did not reveal anything more than a fair amount of bugs and a few harmless snakes.
     Brock came to a wooden door that looked many times older than Brock.  He reached down and picked up the door.  The rotted wood crumbled in his hands.
     As Brock thought of moving on to other areas to explore, a glint of something shiny beneath the fallen door caught his eyes.  He knelt down and moved the rest of the crumbling wood out of the way to see what shined so.
     He got back to his feet holding a candlestick in his hand.  It was fairly simple in design.  Silver with a circular base about four inches in diameter.  The top was a small bowl, slightly smaller that the base.  It was not much to look at.  The odd part was the candlestick did not appear as aged as the rest of the rubble.  There was a coat of grime and dirt covering the silver, but that would be easily wiped away.  The silver itself had an unaged quality to it.
     Brock pulled a sweatrag from his pocket and cleaned the candlestick as well as he could.  It shown brightly in the afternoon sun once the filth had been wiped away.
     Satisfied that he had found a treasure worth keeping, Brock prepared to move on, making a mental note to return when he had more time.
     As he prepared to leave, Brock noticed the remains of a fireplace.  There was a circular indention on the center of the mantle that caught his attention.  It looked to be the same size as the base of the candlestick.
     "That would be the place to put," Brock said.
     He took the candlestick and placed it in the indention.
     Brock backed away as the candlestick started to produce light of its own.  This was followed by an off key humming from everywhere around.
     Brock ran from the remains of the house as a rain of sparks started coming down.  He did not stop running until he was back in a familiar area.  He looked back and thought he saw hundreds of glowing... somethings, flying around the area he had just left.  His breath left him as he noticed a building taking form there.
     "I think I've been in the sun a little too much today," Brock said as he turned to head home. "Yeah, that's it.  Too much sun.  It can make a man see all sorts of strange things."