Yes, it feels like...

Home.

It feels as if a bell rings squarely in the center of your soul and the closer you get to the sigil the louder it becomes. Touching the sigil with your hand silences the ringing, the Dark souls, and the forest altogether in one fell swoop. The gate glows and shudders, years of rust and damage to it melts away bending back to its original stance and polishing itself to a bright gleam of ebony metal. The sigil twists and morphs into a crest of a shield with two scepters behind it and a large "I" on the shield.

An "I"? This looks to be an estate a particularly wealthy one with such magic put into the front gate, but what family estate would put itself out in the Dark Woods with an "I" on the cr...

Ibcanis. This is your family estate, that's why it feels like home and why the gate would respond to your touch. That means the ranger was telling the truth, your name is Caeman. You have a home, a name, and hell probably a family too somewhere in the world if they all aren't incredibly powerful necromancers, and it all is in the center of a deadly forest. Just your luck.

The Forest falls into an eerie silence, turning you look out onto the path you'd taken here and it lies barren, deserted of the malicious and otherworldly specters. The gate opens with a creak and then a smooth silence until the path ahead farther into the estate becomes lit by braziers lined along the stone path. It seems clear where to go, you follow the path farther in. The stone underneath your feet looks chipped and cracked with moss growing in abundance throughout it until you pass by it that is. It takes you minutes to notice the slight crackling noise following you as it is incredibly faint but still follows you at any pace, turning you find the path reconstructing and repairing itself along with the grass surrounding you reviving to well-maintained perfection. Gazing across the ever illuminating estate you witness the whole of it comes to life, lights spring up across the land, the plant life of increasingly exotic shades are revitalizing and the house in the center of it all is repairing itself.

The porch boards aligned themselves perfectly as you approach the step and make your way up, even a nice bench swing is present on the far left end of it. You can imagine the playful days as a child you would've enjoyed on it, the happy memories that could've been made, yet you were slaved away in that time, nothing more than labor and a burden. You shake the thought from your mind and step forward through the door of what appears to be the main building in the estate, a mansion by all respects in its opulent nature. Stepping inside was a change from the rapidly improving estate grounds as the inside was dark, decrepit and caked in dust. Closing the door led to your ears to pop lightly, the mansion was dead silent with nothing but your heartbeat to fill the eerie silence especially when your steps through the main hall filled the void none.

Despite the ancient state of the staircase leading to the second floor, it held in perfect stability, the second floor looking even worse than the hall. You turn your head left and right debating a direction to venture in until a strange light far to the right gathers your attention, it flickering from underneath the doorway. On your way to the room, your shoulder clips something, scaring you a deal, you pivot in all directions quickly believing someone to be there with you, yet the sight of another soul never comes, just the house you're surrounded by.

Picking up the pace you push into the lit room and close the door with **** behind you looking vaguely in the direction of the light to which there is a single white wax candle on the opposite side of the room. The room looks akin to a study, leather chairs, tall and full bookshelves and a writing station plus high-end furniture. Furniture that includes a desk against the wall holding the said candle in its center along with a medallion of radiating rainbow colors and a single folded paper next to it. The note when unfolded simply has a sentence in sharp but flowing handwriting, with still dark ink it says "To what is left of my family", the note's author you can only imagine is your grandfather, it is possible a man of his power knew one day that one or many of his kin would return here.

The medallion is a piece of great complexity and power, the light being shone from it falls on no part of the room except you. You reach for it hoping the piece of jewelry doesn't turn you into a fish as that obviously would not be enjoyable, at least you think it wouldn't. A **** of energy regardless still emanates from the piece as you contact it, the release of which throws you across the room but stops you just short of the wall thankfully. Whatever holds you in the air ends shortly and drops you to the floor, a floor of which is made of dirt and grass in front of a great tree.

Standing and observing you find you're now outside in the back courtyard of the mansion which both begin to light up at the same pace that the front did. The last of the courtyard to repair and light were two small post braziers in front of me which overlooked a grave, with a headstone marking it solely. "_Rela Silverwood, lost with the Ibcanis family", _seems when the family or what was left of my grandfather finally broke apart she went along with it, at least the jumbled fragments you received from her kiss all come together now.

You're not wholly sure how to do this though, bringing back the dead with magic is simple enough, you just fill the body with your magic, bringing souls back from beyond the veil is infinitely more difficult as it both takes a toll on the caster and the soul, and many are not powerful enough to even attempt such feats. Her spirit came to you within the Academy so moving past its magical wards either tells more of the lack of strength of wards we have or to the willpower her soul commands, hopefully, it is to the latter.

You raise your hand over the grave and breathe, opening your mana and eyes to the other side you call to her through the veil. Summoning her to join with her body is the best you can think of, though if it doesn't work then you'd just be glad to see the beauty again. "_Rela, I call upon the bond that has been placed upon you by my blood, I call you back to the plane of the material and living. Please." 'I am always with you my lord.' _You look up to see her floating above her grave, an ear to ear smile on her face that accompanies the light dancing across her ethereal but still beautifully mismatched eyes.

She's here, you can do this.