The year is 1842, I'm passing through the valley of shadows, when I slip and fall, I am quickly overtaken by a massive black and golden blur, and become unconscious, waking up sometime later in my bar.
"John, come! sit! have a drink with us and celebrate the death of your brother!"
I heard people cheering, congratulating me on completing my quest, something felt wrong, but as more people cheered, it started to feel right. I made my way to the top shelf and pulled down my finest bottles, and we started drinking the night away, beer was spilling, wine was flowing, drunken men were fighting, then laughing. I heard a voice from above.
"Welcome John, to the fight of your life, stay awhile."
With the voice, came hell. Everyone around me started to warp from strangers looking to drink, into the people I love, Arielle, my wife, my kids. I heard a blood-curdling scream, and blinked, when I opened my eyes, they were all dead. I had killed them, the blood was on my hands, I blinked again, hoping to make it all go away. I opened my eyes, darkness, pure darkness, and soft grey ash started raining upon my head, a door appears. Opening the door, I find my family and loved ones being burned, ash fell upon my head faster now, ashes of them, all of them, not just my wife and kids anymore, but my friends, my regulars from the bar, my lost brothers, and sisters from the lost planet. I started screaming in agony as the ashes fell, flashbacks in my mind to when the planet fell, magic flying everywhere, another black cloud shrooming over me as I cry. The ash grows thicker and starts falling faster still, soon it's all I can taste and breathe, inhaling ashes, coughing and coughing, tears running down my face and I start to suffocate, feeling myself slipping away, to heaven I hope, but to hell I know. The darkness overtakes me again, and with one last breath, I slip off into the afterlife, or so I thought.