Helios was a magic, born and raised. His magic was limited but he could summon up a pretty good fireball when he wanted to and he didn’t like getting spit on. He held his palm up for the shopkeeper to see, a small fireball appeared, hovering in his palm. The shopkeeper stood frozen, staring. The fireball started stretching thinner and thinner, growing longer and longer upward, suddenly it flew off his palm, through the air at the shopkeeper, winding around his neck, then disappearing in a puff of smoke. The shopkeeper wide-eyed jumped onto Helios, pounding him with his fists.