Imagine

Months went by, the boy was called upon more and more, sometimes at the great expense of his schoolwork-- the very reason everyone went out of their way to move their in the first place. It was Winter, the family had gone up to the Connecticut house where they ice skated on the frozen lakes during the daytime and toasted marshmallows come night. It was on this lake, during a round of relay races, that the boy's skate caught an edge, he fell, and on the exact spot which he landed, the ice gave way, a soft spot beneath. From only 100 feet away, the family watched the boy sink into the small hole. The Banker, the boy's parents- assumed it would be only moments before the boy summoned his powers and corrected the fall. Regardless, they approached cautiously, but as they did their own ice beneath them began to crackle.

The boy sat tentatively out on the frozen lake, his body half below the surface, slowly falling into the near freezing water below. The banker yelled to him, the magic, imagine heat, melt it all around you... The father and mother yelled too, but for ice, frozen rock solid ice to push him back up to the surface... The boy, from all indications, tried as hard as he could... First for ice, and then for water, but neither came. Little by little his fingers lost traction on the ice, and he slipped, first past his waist, then his belly then to his chest. Was it possible that this magic had reached its end? He screamed for help, he looked to the sun, in a way that he once could summon a heatwave with merely a blink of his eye, and then he'd safely swim to shore, but this time there was nothing, and as he slipped below the ice, everyone's fears of when the magic would became impotent had become true. The answer was now.

The boy disappeared for only a moment, and moments later emerged through another soft spot 15 or 20 feet down the lake. The boy's parents both raced to help, but each time, the ice cracked beneath them, and all their energies were spent trying to stay above water themselves. Fire trucks came, a helicopter above, the boy sank below at least ten times, and each time, he appeared moments later through the next crack in the ice. A rope dropped from the helicopter above, and down it came a rescue paramedic who dipped below the surface, awaiting the no longer conscious boy to drift into his arms, which he did. On the shore moments later the paramedics worked to resuscitate him, successfully so, and as the sun dropped-- the same untamed sun that could not heat the ice enough to melt it, or go away enough to let it stay frozen, dropped into the horizon, and the boy began to breathe again.

At the hospital, all had returned to normal, except normal had never been so different. The banker never asked so much as a single question about the magic, and yet the boy's father began to make excuses for it immediately. Perhaps in situations regarding one's own life it did not work, but what of that sun that until then had nobly followed the boy from wish to wish and suddenly not at all. The father had long suspected the ramifications of the boy's magic being over, and he begged the boy to show that this was not the case. A simple trip across the Atlantic Ocean-nothing. A sun that could warm the room by 20 degrees, ten even- but nothing. A silver bracelet around his mom's wrist-again... nothing.