Sylvia watched as the young wizard defeat her husband and his body becoming transparent. Looking over to her he struggled with his words.
"I've failed you, Sylvia… all I wanted was to free you from Death. I've done so much to help bring you back…"
She felt the love and the grief convey into his words walking closer to him and and wrapped her arms around him putting her head on his chest. "Oh, Malistaire… I'm in a better place… come to me. Rest now, my love… you can rest now."
A flash of light and then they were at their cottage where they used to live when she was alive. Nothing had really changed when she first came, the cottage still looked majestic and the garden they had planted along the pathway was in bloom. Feeling him, go still she looked up and watched him taking in the scenery a multitude of emotions flashed across his face.
"I don't understand. Why are we here?" Malistaire furrowed his eyebrows in confusion looking at Sylvia for an explanation.
"We are in the afterlife my love, when I died my spirit was brought here where I could rest in peace and now, so can you."