Once a Boy, That King!

"Go!" With a wave of the silver-haired gentleman's hand, Firestorm formed another small tornado, wrapping up sand, gravel, frost, and snow as it violently swept toward the five-year-old boy. The five-year-old boy rolled up his sleeves and charged forward recklessly. He withstood the tornado head-on for a moment before his body was hurled heavily into the wall! The wall collapsed. The five-year-old boy was completely unharmed. He climbed back up angrily. "Not being able to fly is such a pain!