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.

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  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 into magical 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.