Aaron felt the presence stronger. Almost like he had a need to break out of his old world and go to this new one.  A minute passed and finally he was able to get one of this claws in the hole he created with his snout. He tried pulling it away. It was too strong for him. He tried pushing and it only hurt his wing which rubbed on the back of the shell. Then with frustration he snapped at it suddenly a strike of static sparks shot out then next thing he knew he was in the outside world.<br/><br/>It was cold, bitterly cold. His feet began to nub from the stone floor. He shivered. It was dark he could not see a thing. Except for a light straight ahead. Was he supposed to go there. The presance was drawing him there. He suddenly now wanted to go back into his old world only for its warmth. But when he felt around his old world was destroyed. The cold toggled his nose and he sneezed static sparks flying again. Providing some light.  But really all he cared about was getting out of this cold.