The wizard climbed to the top of the rocky bluff overlooking the seaside village far below. If his calculations were right, this would be the place. He stood straight, raised his arms to either side and brought them together in front of him, holding the mighty staff in both hands. He watched the setting sun and waited for the perfect moment. When the light glimmered off the water in a particular way he struck the staff down into the ground.
Almost instantaneously the winds started to blow. Clouds flew in from the distant horizon, growing more ominous as they continued to fill the sky under howling winds growing in strength.
The wizard held his ground and stared as if through the staff and into the sinking sun just beyond the edge of the horizon. His eyes were open, but blank, as if they’d lost all their color and become clear. If you looked inside you would be able to see the whole universe reflected inside the empty space where his eyeballs used to reside.
At that moment the swirling dark clouds above him shot a high-energy bolt of energy into the lightning rod of his staff. And with that the storm dissipated, the winds slowed and the swirling clouds spread out and evaporated.
The wizard’s eye’s blinked open as if he had awakened from a dream. Night had set in and he was unsure of how long he had been standing there in a trance. The clear skies sparkled with uncountable stars and the bright moon was now well overhead.
He pulled the staff from its position in the ground and noticed its heft. A weight that made him smile. A weight that meant that it had worked. A closer inspection would be warranted but even under the moonlight, he could see that his wooden staff was now one made of solid gold.