The swan turns black, its feathers fly off its body, and then they turn golden. They begin to circle around you in a vortex shape. They begin to swirl faster, and you begin to lift into the air. One of the feathers stab you in the chest, and that's when they all stop. An odd mist that continuously changes colors begins to rotate around your body, then suddenly a strike of lightening strikes you on your head, spine, and heart. You fall to the ground and seem to die instantly, but you wake up after a few seconds.
“That's it, you're immortal!” the swan states with a smile
As you sit up, you ask her “You mean, no matter what, I won't die?”
“Yes”
“What about age?”
“You won't! Just close your eyes, put your arms down, open your hands out and facing down, and think a number between 1 and 100, and you'll turn that age”
You get up and decide to try it
“Like this?”
“Yes”
You think the age...
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