Fifty Years Later
The afternoon light filtered softly through the lace curtains, casting gentle golden patterns across the quiet bedroom.
Inside the room, a beautiful woman was sleeping but there were many wrinkles on her skin, a clear sign of aging.
Freya turned her eyes and glanced at Brandon, who was sitting by the bed holding her hand.
Even after fifty long years, he looked almost exactly as he had in his twenties, with sharp blue eyes, a youthful face, and a body that showed no signs of age.
A tired but warm smile formed on her lips "Husband…"
Brandon squeezed her hand gently. "I'm here."
He reached for the small glass bottle on the bedside table, filled with a shimmering red liquid, a life-extending elixir he had managed to create using his own blood and rare ingredients gathered over the decades.
"Freya, drink this…" he said quietly, bringing the bottle closer.
Freya glanced at the glowing red liquid and a soft, weary chuckle escaped her lips.
