It all began with his mind. This was where his true power lay.
The slightest idea would burst magnificently into life at the slightest twitch. If he imagined fire, flames would appear. If he imagined happiness, people around him would beam with smiles. If he imagined pain, darkness would erupt the light. Leaving heartache and sorrowful whenever he roamed. The Magician discovered his powers a great time ago, they first started when he plucked the vibrate white rose delicantly from the flower bed from deep in the south woods. From the point in time, the magicians life was never the same again.
He learnt to control his mind over the years, manipulating his incredible powers to serve whatever purpose. Today, though, he was angry. As he imagined anger, chaos broke loose.