Cole's momma always told him not to play too close to the wizard's tower. But the other boys were daring each other to run up and touch the ivy-covered wall, one after another, and if he didn't do it -
"Go on, Cole, your turn!"
"Nah, don't make the titch do it, he'll fall over 'alfway back, break all 'is ribs - "
He starts towards the tower at a determined stride; running makes him run out of breath too fast. Sure, he's smaller than the other boys, and skinny as a twig, but he's braver than any of them. He'll show them!
Reaching the base of the tower, he inches his hand forwards to touch the stones, trying to time it so he doesn't get caught in one of the intermittent crackles of magical lightning that wrap around the structure. He fails.
A flash of purple-white arcs through his body and explodes across his vision.
Cole falls into darkness.