Might Just: a drabble
by Elizabeth, Trickster Priestess
It had been a century, though it seemed longer than that. But finally, Zelgadiss had discovered his cure.
It's finally time to live again. To have a life where I'm not afflicted with gasps of horror and furtive stares. I'll finally be free of this accursed body!
He cast the spell, and watched in wonder as his stone skin reverted to normal human flesh. Flesh that withered before his eyes, drew up and tightened with age. Flesh that clung to his form, that of a decrepit human man. No...
was his last word as old age claimed the human Zelgadiss.