On a cold and slick winter's night stood a formidable tower of steel and glass as black and cold as the dead night sky it reached into. Everything was dark except for a lone orange glow of a cigarette, it's owner was a mighty wizard. At only 38 he was one of the most powerful wizards in the land once he ruled with kindness and generosity. But after long years of hard fought battles and two days of dealing with India based tech support he was as cold and bitter as the tower he ruled over.
as he finished his smoke he turned the now smoldering butt over in his hand “even for you” he said without a hint of emotion in his voice “it's better to burn out that fade away” with an ounce of regret he flicked the butt on to the wet pavement, and with a pound of malice he stomped it out. Just then a black carriage rolled up which he got in and departed with such great haste you would think he had to go to the bathroom really badly and that this was the only bathroom in the tri state area. As the carriage faded away in the distance little did any one know that within two days time  this cigarette butt, a bottle of scotch and a young bard would lead to the destruction of the tower and the dark wizard that ruled it.