I do not know how long I've been down here, locked away in my own crypt for eternity. I lost count of the years after the first few centuries. Yet I have not been idle. I have been slowly gathering what little magic I have left, accumulating enough to escape through a teleportation spell. I do not know where it will take me, but I will finally be free!

I am famished. All this time, and not a single drop of delicious life. Once I use the spell, I may lose conscious control over myself. Who knows what awaits me out there in the world?