It had taken over a year, but Elric had finally tracked down the wizard that had caused him to was bodies with Princess Astrid. He was ready to slice the old man in half, but not before demanding an antidote so he could return to his original body.
The wizard’s eyes looked vacant as he sat on the bed breathing heavily. He squinted as the he observed the young woman coming at him with a sword. “Do I...know you?” He asked Elric.
“I should hope so. You’re the reason I’m in the body of a princess instead of an adventurer. No, I suggest you provide me with the means to return to my original male body before I cut you from ear to ear.”
“I suppose I deserve that. Though I must confess the memories of my life are much a haze these days.” The wizard sighed, “Do what you must. My body is not much more than a wizened husk these days. The magic left my body months ago, and I feel my life is not far behind. I wish I could help you with a spell or a potion, but I am simply no longer capable. Dispatch with me if you must. But perhaps I can offer a few words in exchange for you sparing me.”
“Speak, Wizard. Though I doubt any words will be enough; I will at least permit you to try.”
“Consider the life of an adventurer is often short and painful. Very few ever achieve anything more than a corpse disgraced by goblins. But a Princess? Well, they live a life of comfort, don’t they? Surrounded by riches and servants, they want for nothing. They command peasants and armies; they become queens. While my memories may be foggy, I would submit that what I did to you might not be a curse...but a blessing.”
Elric sheathed his sword; the old man might be onto something...
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