Storm wasn't the quickest to jump on the ship, after receiving his letter. At first he was sure that it was a silly prank, but that didn't really explain the dragon. He definitely wasn't dreaming or on some kind of acid trip, he doesn't even drink or do drugs. All rationality was quickly thrown out the window. Nevertheless, the letter mentioned that he had twenty-four hours to decide and he took full advantage of the time limit. 

The twenty-fourth hour was just around the corner. Storm sat in his room, guitar in hand playing a soft tune, blankly staring at the letter which sat on top of his computer desk. [i]'To go or not to go?'[/i]. The question juggled around his mind. This was actually quite strange for Storm. Normally, he would be the first to jump at the opportunity for adventure. So what was holding him back? Surely if whatever is waiting for him will have more strange things like that dragon, this would be the greatest adventure of his life. 

He already had bags packed, so that he wouldn't have to waste any more time after deciding to go. Finally, just before the twenty-fourth hour hit, Storm made up his mind. He recalled the letter having mentioned that all he had to do was discard it by any means. So, he simply tore the letter into tiny pieces and tossed them in the trash. He patiently waited, with his bags and guitar, for something spectacular. 

He was not disappointed. It was just moments later when a bright orb materialized in the center of his room. He didn't catch much of the teleportation process, since he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as soon as the orb appeared, as if fully submitting himself to his fate. When he arrived to 'the other side', wherever that was, he was greeted by a rather small, pastel, blue dragon. [color=6ecff6]"Welcome Storm! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show. Please, follow me, you're pretty late."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"Well, you know...The coolest people are always fashionably late to the party"[/color] he responded with a soft chuckle as he followed, running behind the rushing dragon. They came up to a castle and the pace slowed to a speed walk. Storm let his light green hues wander, in amazement, as they entered. [color=7ea7d8]"Where exactly are we?"[/color] he mumbled. As they passed the dining area he noted half-eaten plates already being picked up. A sigh escaped, saddened that he missed one of the best parts. 

They came up to the incubation chamber and without a word the dragon just left. Storm observed the room and made a quick assessment. A room full of eggs, other humans, and a giant dragon? The dragon must be pretty important and the others must be more chosen ones. He seemed to have figured things out, as his body went into autopilot. He passed a woman by the door, that seemed slightly more confused[color=7ea7d8]"Well, whatcha waiting for?"[/color] he questioned, continuing aimless down the aisles of eggs, not really sure what he was looking for. 

Storm came to a sudden halt after setting eyes on a particular egg that called to him. He couldn't help but get closer, to place a hand on the egg. The egg was of varying shades of blues, with crystalline spots protruding from it. It was a thing of beauty, but his eyes grew ever more starry when it began to crack. A nose poked through and nursing dragons quickly came to assist. Before he knew it, the egg was fully hatched and what lied inside made him scream inside like a little belieber at one of Justin's concerts. The dragon was rather large, but he couldn't help picking up the dragon made entirely of crystal. He grinned from ear to ear [color=7ea7d8]"what's up little buddy? You must be Xyalor"[/color]