He told me small objects would float if tossed in the air during a lunar eclipse. I knew he was wrong, but I filled a hundred water balloons so we could juggle them in the dark and pretend they were made to hover by some magic. And when they actually did as the moon turned blood red, he revealed himself to be a magician and popped them all with his fingertips, making it rain.
“My skin is armor,” I told him. “Paper thin, but it can repel arrows.”
“Run fast,” he said. “I’m going to see if that’s true.”