Tim finished reading aloud the spell, and immediately knew something had gone wrong. A wave of dizzy nausea
swept over him, and he suddenly felt drained of life. Clutching for breath, he wheezed and crumpled to his
knees, feeling frail and weak.
“Wh- Wh- What's ha–” he struggled to say, but couldn't get the words out.
He glanced up and saw a full-length mirror on a wall facing him across the room. Tim saw immediately that his
reflection had changed. He was still Evelyn, but he now looked like a withered, dried up husk of the woman he'd
been earlier. His skin appeared to be nothing but a pale white mass of craggy wrinkles. It looked as though he
had shrunk and shriveled up several inches in height. The reflection showed a sickly, ancient woman –
practically a living, walking mummy lacking only some bandaged wrapping to otherwise appear as an exhibit in the
British Museum.
Tim groaned in pain, but was still unable to summon enough strength to speak. He knew something had gone wrong
with the last spell. Not only had he been unable to switch back lives with the real Evelyn, but he had done
something to cause her life role to age incredibly. While he still appeared a normal teenage boy to himself, the
mirror (and the pains throughout his body) told an entirely different story. He was now easily the oldest living
person on the planet.
What next?