Prologue
The Box
The dark blue starry night gave no sign whatsoever as to the strange and mysterious happens that would occur that night. The land of Midfield was quiet, not a creature or sound moved across the vast plains of the land. Except one.
A man robed in dark blue, the same color as the night, hood drawn, carried nothing with him in his travels except for a tiny cardboard box. He walked slowly, mere miles away from his destination: Lulik Academy of Soccer and Dark Arts. The school was well known throughout the land, headed by Headmaster Istvan Franco. The school takes in only the finest youths that display feats in soccer and necromancy to become students. However, the man holding the box had no interest in attending school.
He approached the front gates, which were abandoned at the time. He walked up the intensely decorated marble staircase, and reached the enormous wooden gates. He placed the box in front of the door, and turned to leave. And he did. He left, walking off into the night, not even knocking on the door, let alone ringing the doorbell.
Inside the box, is where our story begins. For there was nothing inside it. Nothing except for a small little baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes and blankets. A small little baby, wearing a red nose. A tag on the box read: Puconinci.