My name is William. I''m 70 years old mage and I live in a tower. It is placed in a middle of nowhere.


    It''s not big or high but I like it.


    Why do I live in a tower? For my research. All my life i''ve been trying to prove to others that I am the best mage in this world.


    Now I have my chance.


    "It''s ready." I said after looking at the scroll.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    It was proof of my work.The spell of eternal youth. No one else was able to make it. No one but I.


    I tried it on plants and animals and it works perfectly.Now I needed only one more test.


    I stepped intomagical circle on the floor. I took the scroll and started chanting.


    "Please work." I only said when I was done.Then I fell asleep


    When I was sleeping I had a strange dream.In it I saw myself in the mirror. My hands were small, lips red and eyes big. I looked almost like...


    "Ouch." I said when I woke up. It seems that I fell down on my head. I waited a little for pain to go away.


    Then I looked at my hands.They looked younger but there was something strange about them.Almost feminine.


    After a moment I realized what was going on.


    "Shit." I said with a high-pitched voice.