Garullon, in his small body, stood in front of the school; “Yeti Academy”, he read. It was noon, already and school had closed. He was holding a pack of clothes, like a deliverer. He needed to get the key to the school’s field, which was just behind the school. Even if the school wasn’t empty at the moment, he sure wouldn’t go in to just ask for the key. The keys to the field were probably held by someone so there was no point breaking into the school. He had to break into the field before someone would show up with unanswerable questions.
He walked to the front of the field gate and sighed. He stretched his hand out, emitting a kind of dark energy which forced the gates open. He walked into the field, staring at the ground, as if looking for something. “Come out, Zebulon”, he said. “We h
