Boredom

In a massive private residence right on the outskirts of the city a man with pitch black thin hair that went half way down his back was laying down on his extravagant bed staring up at the ceiling in a daze. He looked to be in his late twenties and was currently wearing high end men's sleep wear.

He was currently thinking about his boring life and how he got put in his current predicament. That's right, he was bored. He had been living for more than one thousand years looking the same he did now the entire time. He was rich, women loved him, and he could do whatever he wanted. But, he had pretty much done everything. He didn't really want to do anything anymore and was just lying on the bed in his room bored to death.

At this moment he could not stop thinking about that old man that had done this to him. Back then, he had just heard news of his first and only love having died and, broken hearted, had decided to venture deep into the forest to let nature claim his life in order to be with her. However, he ended up running into an old man in white robes.

It had surprised him to see such an old man out in the middle of the forest and walked up to him to see if he needed help. Unfortunately for him the second he got close the old man expertly knocked him out. If he had not let his guard down he would have been able to prevent it from happening but he did not think an old man could do such a thing.

When he woke up he was on the floor of some sort of makeshift tent and the old man was sitting next to him heating food over a fire. When that old geezer saw he was awake he looked over at him and smiled. "So, your awake, good, here's some food."

He hesitated for a while before taking the food but before eating it he asked, "What did you do to me? And why?"

"Oh, me? I figured out what your intentions were and due to the fact that there is still something important for you to do, I needed to stop you," the old man replied without breaking his smile. "As for what I did to you well… I cursed you."

Cursed?

"What do you mean by cursed?" he asked.

"That's simple, I've taken your ability to age. I've frozen your body and soul as they are now. You will now never die or grow old until the curse is broken." The old man said these words as his smile deepened.

Not believing a word this old man was saying and taking it as a joke he decided to go along with him. "So, what do I need to do to break the curse?"

"Ah, to do that is simple. It will require the true loves kiss of your first love." The old man stated this as if it was something everyone knew.

Angered by what the old man said he lashed out. "My first love? I thought you knew why I came out here. It was because my first love has died. And now your spouting nonsense about a curse that can only be lifted when I kiss her? Who would believe such lies?"

"Ha," the old man laughed for a while before replying with laughter still in his tone. "If you don't believe me then you can test it. If you get a cut you will instantly heal, if you cut your hair it will grow right back, and if you were to, say, fall into lava causing your body to be burned to ashes then your soul would be brought back here, the place you were cursed. Then your body would be regenerated to the exact condition it was in when you were cursed. Basically, you are currently an immortal. Now then, I will take my leave. Have fun!"

And just like that, before he could react, the old man disappeared into thin air right before him. Eyes twitching from thinking about how absurd what the old man said was he looked up at the thorny plant sitting in a pot in the corner.

"Sigh, might as well test it out then," he said out loud to himself still not in belief.

He walked up to the plant and poked one of the thorns with his finger. Then, before he could turn his hand to get the injury into his line of sight he no longer felt the pain. When he saw his finger, he was stunned. Even though there was now blood on the thorn he poked, there was no longer an injury that had caused the blood to get there on his finger.

After that he went on with his life. He caved in and married the women his father arranged for him to marry. That was when he found out that due to the curse he could not get women pregnant. Slowly years went by without children while his wife aged and he stayed the same. The people of the town he lived in noticed him not aging and labeled him a monster.

One night when he was home alone he woke up to the smell of smoke. He ended up burning to death in the house the towns people set fire to. Then, true to that old man's words, he ended up waking up in that makeshift tent he seemed to have been cursed in, completely healthy.

Not wanting to experience that again, he began to move to different cities and later countries changing his identity after being in one place to long.