But someone please explain why myth and storm are oppisites.
My theory is that...well...something like this:
Once upon a time, Cyrus Drake was shooing all his pesky students away from his classroom, when Profess Balstrom walked in. "Professer, my storm students are complaining that you are treating them with no respect," croaked Balstrom. "You slimey frog, you'd be best by being hanged by my brother!" "Professer Drake, you'd best keep your hands off my students!" "Your students are filthy beasts that carry worms in their pockets! Get out of here, you!" "My students no more like you, you stuck-up baldy!" "Who you calling bald, you cricket!" "I'll have you know my students are proffesional Diviners that just want to learn some myth! Can you have no kindness in your black heart?" "We will settle this arguement with a duel." "Bad luck, professer." "Put a sock in it, pimpley toad!"
The two professers dueled from 2 in the morning, till 12:00 pm. There was quite a racket that night as students piled in to watch.