It was a hot and sticky day. There was no wind to make it cooler.
Sixteen-year-old David had just finished martial arts training.
"Do you have track and then archery after this?" his master asked.
"Yeah, I do. I'm just too athletic," David grumbled with disdain.
"Well, I guess you better get going then. You're already a black belt," his master said while nudging him towards the door.
"I know," he grumbled while grabbing his bag and then stepping outside.
At track, he ran four miles in the scorching heat.
And then came archery practice, where he scored a total of sixty points.
When he finished, he was sweating buckets. His legs felt like jelly, and even lifting his bag felt like the hardest thing in the world.
"Hey, you've Come a long way in six years," his coach said.
He had been doing martial arts, archery, and track for six years.
"Yeah, thank you," he said as he began to walk home.
As he rounded a corner, a magical circle opened up beneath him.
And then he was falling.