Authors note: at this point I don’t even know what to say

I slid my backpack across the table and the hooded figure peered inside. I was supposed to be doing my homework, but someone, who was a complete a stranger and right across the table, interrupted me.

“Where the hell did you find this?” he yelped.

“Find what?”

“This!” He pulled out the palm sized round white rock I had painted two days ago.

“In my backyard?”

“Do you have any idea what this is?!” he exclaims.

I stared at him with confusion. “…A rock?”

He shook his head. “No, this is a dragon egg with no bonder. Unclaimed. By sending your color to it, you have claimed it and it is now yours.”

What the hell? “Are you like a person really into performing arts? Because all I did was paint a rock that sort of looks like an egg.”

“The paint you used was enchanted by your touch, sending your magic through.”

Ok, that was it. “Alright dude. I don’t know what you’re talking about but please get out of my house. I’ve got a project I need to complete, and it counts for 70 percent of this quarter’s grades, so I really need to finish it. So please, get out or I’ll call the police.”

He sighed. “There are so much more things to worry about then grades. Like a Bonded marrying a non-believer. But, very well. Call me if you change your mind.” He placed a white card on the table.

Then, he disappeared.

No dramatic stuff like smoke or everything turning black. He just vanished.

That was weird.