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.