You wake up slowly, your headache ringing loudly in your ears. You groan, trying to remember what happened. You try to bring your hands to your head, but you can't; something's biting into your wrists.

You blink your good eye open, then realize you can open your other eye. Your eye patch is gone. You shut your good eye and blink open your bad one: nope, still a messy sludge of blurred colors and lines. You switch eyes, trying to make out where you are and what happened to you.

It's the barn. The bales of hay and barrels have been shoved to the sides, opening up the space in the middle, and there are several large silver plates with small candles on top of them.

That's stupid, the whole barn could burn down,

you think until you realize that's the point of the plates. An accidental knock and the candle won't even make it near the hay. The candles are lighting up the whole barn.