In a flash of light, a much older man appeared in the field next to them.
"G-Grandfather?!" the man gasped. "This can't be happening! You died when I was a boy!"
The older man raised an eyebrow. "Did I now?" He looked at Jon and grinned lecherously. "What have we here?"
"Yes! Grandfather, this girl is an elf! She magicked you back from the great beyond because I have her rock!" The farmer held up said rock.
The man's grandfather chuckled. "Is that so? Well, let's see the 'elf.'" He stepped closer to Jon and gave a deep sniff as if he was going to smell her elfness.
Are they both retards? Jon wondered as she tried harder to cover herself.
"No, no, my dear boy," the man said with a laugh. "The girl is as human as they come... Although..." He took another sniff. "There is a bit of a magical residue..."
"I'm under a curse," Jon decided to say on a whim. The man did seem to accept the existence of magic. Maybe he could help. "I'm not supposed to be here. I need the rock. Please, I need it back."
The grandfather looked over at the rock his grandson held. He blinked. He then took another sniff in the direction of the rock. "...What year is this?" he asked slowly, his eyes widening.
His grandson told him, and Jon nodded in confirmation.
"Dear Lord..." the older man whispered. "I have been gone a long while now, haven't I? Give me the rock."
The grandson handed it over, and the grandfather turned it over in his hands. "Such power," he mumbled. "You, girl, you said you were cursed? How?"
"Uh..." Jon didn't really want to admit that she used to be a guy. Somehow that was more embarrassing than just being a naked woman. "I've been cursed into someone else's body."
"I see." The man bit down on the rock as if testing its firmness.
It held sturdy like a rock should.
"Hmmm..."
"Grandfather," the younger man spoke up, "Merely wish for something and it will be granted!"
"I see," the older man repeated, nodding. "Well, I wish that this lovely young lady shall be returned where she belongs."
There was a flash, and Jon vanished.
