There was a time, in a place, in a land far away where there were Majick creatures. For those of you who do not know of the Majick, it will be clarified later. For now, let us start our story.

It was long ago, perhaps a thousand years, where you see a young boy, perhaps twelve or so, making his way curiously to a door floating on air in a forest. We see a cottage of to the side, seemingly made of pine trees. The boy is dressed in night pajamas and there are circles under his eyes.
The door appears to be of cherrywood, and it has a shining brass knob. The boy stands in front of the door with a puzzled expression.
He slowly reaches for the door knob, and when he grasps it, a shining blue-like tornado swallows both him and the door. We hear a final yell when everything is gone. All we see is a dark forest, wind gently pushing on the pine leaves.
And this is where our story begins. You might be wondering if we will see this boy again, perhaps we shall. The Majick is unpredictable.

So now, reader, let us continue with our story.