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 smile. If he imagined pain he could hurt anybody or himself.
He had learnt to control his mind over the years, manipulating his incredible powers to serve whatever purpose. Today, though, he was angry. If he imagined anger, chaos would ensue
A slight breeze had started suddenly. Then the local news papers outside the cafe had started to spiral up into the pink sky. Flying towards the pink sky went all kinds of objects barrels and umbrellas and even young infants in baby carriages were spiraling upwards towards the growing eye of the storm he had created.
The magician slowly walking towards a block of buildings draging his cane against the marble floor the objects that his anger had created flying around him and spiraling upwards.