Long ago the world did not look as it does today. The world was dull, and void of all color. The grass was not green, the ocean was not blue, and all the world’s creatures did not bear their beautiful colored coats. There was a time when everything was black, white, and tones of grey. The leaves on the trees did not change in autumn, and the flowers did not show their colorful blooms. No one knows if all of the colors have been discovered yet; there might be hundreds more that have yet to be revealed. The world will not know unless a new Chroma is revealed. 

Over time, each color was brought into the world by a Chroma. Each color had to be discovered. Each color has a purpose. Each color has a history. Each color has a Chroma. A color’s Chroma is who discovered that color and brought it into the world.  The first Chroma, a young dinosaur, discovered the first color. This is the story of yellow.

The storm started slow at first, started with a slow drizzle of rain throughout the land. Soon however, the rain fell harder, and harder and the thunder grew louder. There had been storms before, but none this big. Flashes of white lightning took over the sky and the rain and thunder were the only things that could be heard. 

A cluster of eggs was sitting out in the storm, they did not have shelter from the rain and thunder, and their mother was nowhere to be found. One flash of lightning, that was bigger and different than the rest lit the sky and struck one of the eggs. That lightning did not break the egg, but it did change it. The egg glowed for a few moments before dimming, but it stayed different than the rest. The egg became unique, it shone brighter and different. We know now that the egg was shining yellow, and that egg was the beginning of the first Chroma. 

A few weeks after the storm the eggs began to hatch. The Chroma’s egg was the last in the cluster to hatch. It was immediately obvious that more than the little dinosaur’s egg was different. The young dinosaur matched his egg in the same contrasting way from the rest of the environment and other dinosaurs. His personality was just as individual as his appearance, all of his siblings did not do anything too different than the older dinosaurs, they were herbivores so they stood around and grazed all day. That bored the dinosaur, he wanted to run around with his siblings, but they would not join him, instead they ignored him and went back to grazing. 

He was an outcast, but it did not bother him too much, he found his own way of entertaining himself. He would go off exploring by himself and chase bugs and smaller creatures. He would be away from his siblings and the rest of his herd for hours at a time, but they did not seem to care. They just did not like to run around, explore or play like he did. 

Oftentimes he would meet others on his adventures, and they always seemed to stare at him for a longer period of time than normal. Sometimes they would turn and whisper to their friends, but then go back to whatever they were doing before. The strangers that he met did not seem any more interested in playing or exploring with him than his siblings did.