Prologue:

Silver

Hey, I have participated in the Dragon Games for as long as I could remember. Eating, killing, and slashing through thousands of either innocent or deathbound children. I hated it. The one devil of a child that won, would have probably turned on his or her own Island member. The one that had won, would have to try and not lose a limb while resting a hand or appendage on my head. No one ever succeeded, luckily for my sanity. I would never allow the people to touch me with out getting a "present". I hate these games, I would never accept the fact that I was a part of this mess. 184 years ago, I was just a hatchling, and the Islands rebelled against the Capitol. Twelve were defeated, while one was... how do you say, nuked? It was awful, for almost all of the Night Furies were living there, including my family. I was apparently too special to be blown to bits.

I now know why they refuse to kill me.

For I am,

an Albino Night Fury.

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(Did I just ryme? o_o)