When the wizard died, he really just went to sleep. His magic lived on. Soon, it found a new host. The young boy read about it in one of the wizard's victim's books. The Victim has fallen asleep years prior to writing the book, and had been playing the Wizard's propaganda for most of his adult life. When he wrote the book, he had felt an itch in his soul. The itch woke him up, and nearly killed him. The book described the process of his awakening. He broke free of the Wizard's spell, but he didn't know he'd ever been under it. The Victim could not have explained, for the life of him, anything that had happened or why it had happened. He lived the rest of his life free, comfortable, and in tears from the pain he had caused.
The boy found the victim's book nearly thirty years later, and read with the voracious appetite of a curious youth. He was young enough to believe that magic worked, and lacked the foundation of strong morals. He had no cares for what damage he might do, because he knew that someone else would always be there to clean up his messes. His parents had always been there to get him out of trouble, and he'd always been clever enough to weasel his way out of bad situations. He knew that one way or another, things would work out. So, he was free to play. Some other boys were picking on him at school. He found a section of the book where he thought he'd be able to teach them a lesson.
He gave the bully a disease, and the bully woke up in a hospital bed. He learned the story writing skill, and kept Todd alive just enough that he'd make it back to school. He made sure that Todd would never fit in again, and that Todd would always remain barely alive, and barely able to function. He made Todd eat out of a straw. He made Todd breathe laboriously. He made Todd sleep in a tent. He laughed at Todd, and grew angry when the other kids didn't laugh at Todd. Todd was an evil little boy who had pinned him up against the gym locker and made him bleed. He was going to make Todd bleed, and everyone was going to laugh. That was The Law.
The boy put the Law into effect, and the school started to laugh at Todd. Then, he decided that the other school children were all wicked little insects, and that they didn't deserve to laugh any more. He wrote into law that anyone who smiles will become sick and crippled, and will die. They didn't believe him. He made an example out of a student. She died, and the school was invited to the funeral. They got the message. The police came and took him away. They locked him in an institution. His Law remained in effect without him. They came to visit him. They threatened him. They told him to stop it. He said no.
He looked in the mirror. He realized his mistake. He'd made the law work too well. It was now working on him. He'd been laughing at the others. He wasn't allowed to smile. He saw this, and got sick. He became crippled, and he died.
The Law lived on. Until it was Repealed.
