Sit and wait
You are suddenly pitched into a deathly-black darkness before
awakening into the real world once more exactly the way it was when
you left. Except . . . the young angel is standing beside you. And the
sun has dropped in the sky quickly. "What are you doing
here?" you ask slowly. She pointedly ignores your question
choosing to brush her silk-white dress off before answering with a,
"I am mortal now. And here to be your guide, and to train you in
magic. We must move." Without another word, she stiffly walks
past you leaving you no choice, but to follow.
You wait for what seems like an eternity for someone to come. In fact,
it might just be an eternity. The strain is too much on your confused
mind, and your pained heart. You fall backwards onto the fluffy clouds
beneath you, and your stomach flips for a second at that thoghut. Then
the winged female drifts down from the pink-gray sky again looking
uneasy. You says somewhat uncertainly, "What is it, now?"
She replies sadly, "I'm sorry, you cannot stay here. We cannot
take a young sorceror from the world just yet." You feel a cold
dread wash over you. "What do you mean, SORCEROR?" She
shakes her head as if to imply that she has said too much.
