Eternally Ancient

Lord Urdurel’s hand trembles as he gulps down his morning goblet of the magical Fey water and he feels it literally wash away the weight of the previous day. As an added bonus, the water is so pure and so clear, any attempt at poisoning it have, so far, proved impossible.

At almost an hundred, his eyes aren’t what they were and he has to stretch out his arms to focus on the crepey, liver-spotted skin of his boney hands.

To live endlessly as a feeble and arthritic old man? To exist eternally but in constant pain? To endure day after day, week after week, month after month, without any hope of finding love again or fathering more children?

Eternal youth is a blessing, but eternal old-age?

Placing the clear, crystal goblet down on his bedside dresser, Lord Urdurel stiffly clambers out of his bed with just one resolve.

“This doesn’t have to be forever. I just have to survive long enough to protect my kingdom, my legacy and my people.”