Haboorith shudders, and his scarlet eyes gleam in the darkness, cradling a crimson egg in his hands. He whispers to the egg. "I swear on my name that I shall use my terrible power for good, if not for light." He gently whispers his true name to the egg, which shudders, growing a hairline crack. He gasps softly. I thought it was dead...... He listens to the sharp tapping, and it splits open, a tiny dragon peering out. He winces softly when the dragon touches his hand, a burning white mark searing into his palm.