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A face full of cream from a desert plate that was destroyed due to some display of power. Inadi would love to say that that was a first, but clearly he would be lying to himself and everyone around him. Mr. Cuddles had a way of being a bit more eccentric than they would ever know. At least those who had met Mr. Cuddles. The others would probably never know who Mr. Cuddles was. Perhaps in the long run that was for the best in the end. As he began wiping his glasses of after his run in with the treats, he watched as ice appeared from out of nowhere all around the man named Hakuren. 

Looking at all the different movements surrounding him, Inadi could not help but feel somewhat scared for himself. What all was going on? What kind of sorcery.....bad choice of words. What kind of madness was all this? All of a sudden the former baker's assistant was surrounded by warriors and mages where before stood just normal and sane humans. Now they were being given gifts that would seem like they came straight out of a video game? To say that Inadi felt uneasy with all this would have been an understatement. And that's including the fact that he still was getting over Lesley's latest attempt at him. Even if Hakuren hadn't started showing off his ice magic, Inadi would still have had a chill go up his back thinking about the exchange minutes ago. 

While everyone gathered their crystals the young man felt a pang of worry go over him. Not only were these crystals dangerous, which he was still unsure if he should even pick one up, but then there was the outburst by that Jasper girl. A Chaotic Star and a Siren? What all was this queen asking for them to do? And a dragon? What the hell were they supposed to do against a dragon? Were these necklaces that looked like cheap hippie gear that could tell you what mood you were in supposed to help? The only reason those things existed was because blazed out Woodstock viewers would need a reminder as to what “happy” was supposed to be. And the only reason they were all here collecting these stupid trinkets was because they all got on the wrong train at the wrong time.

Inadi wanted to raise his voice in protest. He really did. Why should he just knuckle under and take all this stupidity. This wasn't his war. This wasn't his problem. This wasn't even his home! None of this made him feel comfortable. Granted, it was all great writing material, but at the same time enough was enough. Finally mustering up some kind of nerve he quickly walked up to the Queen who was holding the trinkets.

Grabbing the yellow one out of spite, Inadi shook his hand with the piece of jewelry still in it. “Okay look, I don't know what Sol is. I don't know why a dragon is attacking them. And I certainly don't know why you are asking us to take care of this issue.” The glasses wearing boy yelled out to no one in general as he walked around in front of the Queen. The chain that was attached to the yellow trinket waving around as he spoke. What Inadi didn't notice was the sudden yellow aura that was covering his hand.

He turned to face the doorway that he and the other new members had walked into. He turned his head towards the group and shook his hand as if to turn away some kind of advance. “I don't want you all to think I don't like the hospitality this land provides. But at the same time I have no intention of dying in some strange land that probably is just a figment of my imagination as it is.” He said as he gripped the trinket in his hand tighter still, the aura now becoming a collection of lightning in his hand. Again, he was unaware of the development. “So to be completely honest....I.....really......DON'T WANT TO GO!” He shouted as he waved his arm out in front of him to show how much he wanted to toss this new responsibility away. However, where normally there would only be air as he set his arm down, Inadi looked up in shock to see a lightning bolt as long as his arm stand before him.

It flickered with lights and sparks, floating there as if resting on an invisible table. Inadi was frozen as he looked down at his hand. The aura was now gone, and after opening his palm, he noticed that some of the contents of the piece of jewelry had disappeared, much like Vincent and Hakuren. Tilting his gaze back up at the bolt, he shook his head in disbelief. There was no way he could have made that. And if he did, surely he couldn't touch it....could he? Whether out of shear curiosity or an innate desire to hold such a powerful elemental object in his hand the boy reached out and grabbed the bolt. In his hand he felt nothing. No shocks. No jolts. Just a strange sense of power. In his hand rested something only ancient gods have ever held. And here he was, a human, gripping something that could tear a tree in half and set plains a blaze. The foolish trinket and desire to go home now left his body. All that was left was unadulterated wonder at what he had just accomplished.