[h2]Jett Croswell[/h2]

The warm sun pierced the clouds and beamed along the grassy cliff. The waves crashing along the jagged rocks and the smell of salt lingered in the air. Jett stood at the cliff, straight back, arms behind his back and black Ray-Bans on his eyes. Jett awoke to find a uniform on his bed, still wondering how it got there. Jett got dressed and left his hotel to arrive at this cliff. The sword around Jett's waist, Striker isn't like just like any katana. Striker has a voice of her own. Her voice spoke through Jett's mind, [color=7bcdc8][i]"Jett, Are you sure about this? About this school?"[/i][/color] a worried tone in her voice. Jett, talking through his mind with a smile breaking across his face, [color=bc8dbf][i]"I know Striker, not like me to go to this type of thing. But we owe to Ralthavar and The Harmonious First's. If it wasn't for him we'd still be getting chased. He wants me at this school to be his bodyguard. He can handle himself but I owe it to him."[/i][/color] On the horizon a creature could now be made out to be a griffin. [color=bc8dbf]"[i]Well, that's certainly different. Kind of forgot what they look like, been on Earth to long. Striker, I don't want you to reveal yourself to anyone. This tries to create peace yes, but putting young races together like that, fights are bound to happen"[/i][/color] Jett said to Striker. [color=7bcdc8][i]"Got it Jett. But are you going as Jett or Ramon"[/i][/color] The griffin had landed and this beauty was huge. Jett took the lead and jumped on and replied to Striker, [color=bc8dbf][I]"Ramon"[/I][/color]. Jett nodded to the griffin and the beauty took flight, towards his future and towards his master.