The pain seemed to follow him even in limbo. All he could see around him were clouded images and all that he could hear were muffled voices. He felt like he was standing on a cloud, and tried to walk forward, only to be greeted by gravity sending him downward. Muddy images of his childhood followed him with sounds not trailing far behind. He looked around in absolute wonder of his mind until finally reaching the bottom, once again as if he collided with soft, cottony nothing. He stared forward with the only clear image he had seen staring him in the face. It was Molly. She was tending to her farm, brushing a cow and petting it, until she looked up. He couldn't see what she was staring at, but what proceeded was a soul-piercing shriek that was louder than anything he had heard so far and suddenly, the soft nothing he had been lying on finally turned into a solid something.
He shot like a dart, and looked forward, then side to side, then backward. He was back in his home. His head was pounding and the whole of his body ached. He crawled to his bed and waved his hands over where the pain located, experiencing a horrifying pain that lasted for a second and was gone in an instant. It took him five minutes of screams and waving to finally rid him of whatever sensations were crawling over his body, but to him it was an eternity. The window that he sat by while in the middle of his healing process had fooled him that other than what happened, circumstances were relatively normal, and realized how wrong the window was.
The sky above where Molly's farm was located was black, and he knew it couldn't be just a storm as it was blacker than any storm cloud he had ever seen in his life. It seemed too coincidental that such a cloud could be isolated to that one location. He attempted to transport to where Molly was, but only taken to the bridge in front of town. He tried to transport again, but as greeted with pain and shot backward to the location in front of the mayor's office. I guess I'll have to run, he thought, and so he did. He knew that whatever it was that was attacking her was the same thing that attacked it earlier because the same feelings of despair draped over him, but he focused on helping Molly. He sprinted to the farm, attempting to use magic to dissipate the evil cloud but the attempts to do so proved folly, as nothing was happening. Why isn't my magic working? he thought. What is this thing doing? Why is my magic ineffective? The sounds on the farm seemed as if it was a huge cyclone. He finally made it to the fields, but where was Molly? The cloud effectively blew the roof off her house, and she ran out in fear, but stopped immediately upon seeing Wizard.
"What are you doing here?!" she shouted to help him hear her. Before he could answer, she looked up and something was forming in the clouds. What formed was like a spike, a sharp , cloudy stalactite that was on a collision course in their direction. The farmer shrieked and held onto her shoulders as if to hide from the puffy stalactite, and he yelled "Stay behind me!"
This was it. His magic was of no use, so he could not provide a reliable form of protection. All he could do was be a human shield to the love of his life. It was his final sacrifice. It was time to die. He put up his hands and screamed
"NO!"