Hey my wonderful readers! This story was inspired when I did not feel loved when I read my sister's fanfic. If you've read the story with Moon, Blaze, and Star, yeah, I'M MOON! And I'm her sister… I felt very unloved… you know whatever we're cool now so WHO CARES? The past is in the paaaaaaaaaaaaaast! LET IT GO! LET IT GO! Actually never mind I dunno if that is copyright or not…

Okay anyway love you guys and—

Rainwing127: *flies in as a giant blue peacock-dragon* 'Sup. All you lovelies that know me, plus those that don't:

The story is called 'Of stars, dragons and PVP'. Look it up

I'M SORRY! I didn't mean it! Plz don't flame, I made a dangerous promise.

I give you permission to use Star… you will have to magically summon my buddy if you want to use Blaze.

Okaaaaaaaay… Hi. Read and Review guys! And yeah, don't spam… SHE IS MY SISTER OKAY? I DON'T WANNA BE BLAMED FOR THAT STUFF…

~Gemstone

It all started when the sun came up… actually that's wrong, Mr. Narrator. The sun never rises in The End. I think I'll take it from here.

I'm Thalia Redne. Yes, in case you were wondering, this story is about me. You probably know me better as Moon. There are a lot of things Star didn't tell you about me. Thankfully, I have plenty of time to tell. Star never told you where we came from, did she? Well, she's from the End. I'll put it plain and simple, just like that. Me, it's a little more complicated. I'm half-dragon, but technically, I'm a valid breed. I'm half-dragon, half-elf. Those are generally called Silverwings, elven dragons. I think Star technically came from the Aether—long story, I'll let her tell that one—but she lived in The End most of her life, with me and my dad, EnderKing. Oh, I didn't mention I was a princess? Well, yes I am, as a matter of fact. From here, it gets a little complicated. Get out of the way, Thals. I think I can take this for a little bit. You see, her parents were the king of the End, plus the queen of the elves. Not very common, but it has happened before. There were some perfect years of Thals going between kingdoms and being an innocent little dragon-girl, but all of that has to change eventually. Alright, back to you Moon. Wow, Star, thank you for being a spoiler. I'm kidding. So, yes, I'm a double-sided princess. Yeah. Star makes my journey sound a lot more heroic—is that my cue, Moony dear? Meh, I'll take it. Yes, Moon was pulled into a war. A war between the Aether and the End. That's where I come in. A peace offering, in the form of a thirteen-year-old Aether dragon. Little did either of us know, Moon's solution to the battle would affect us both greatly.Yup. You know what happened; later on we became best friends. But before, I took a journey. It was a really long journey. I'll have to tell you the history of us Silverwings so you know why.

Silverwings were the second ever breed of dragon, right after the Ender dragon. It took hundreds of years, but the entire variety of dragon breeds came to life… and they were jealous. All dragons have the same powers, you know. Echolocation, telepathy, a breath weapon, a human form, and they're friends with the Mobs. Silverwings… they were different. Being half-elf, they had more powers—they could speak to plants, they were natural archers, they had a natural way with the animals… they were nature-born, and they had the regular dragon abilities, too. And oh, were the dragons jealous. All of the dragon breeds (excluding Silverwings and Milkywings [Star's breed—they're soft—no offense Star]) had a meeting. And they agreed to exterminate the Silverwings. It took a REALLY long time, but every last Silverwing was hunted down and killed, and five hundred years later, WHOOPS! There I am!

For a little bit, I just wandered between worlds. I didn't belong with the elves. I didn't belong with the Ender dragons. Plus, the Ender dragons wanted my blood. I resided to living alone in a small house in the Shadowolf Woods. I live alone, with my animals, of course. AND THEN Star showed up, about five years after I started living there.

Yay my turn! Anyway, we were both about thirteen at the time, and I had just been brought down from the Aether to end the elf war. Suddenly, I'm whisked away to some hut in the middle of the woods. Great fun, that was. Yeah, yeah. But that's part of the story. For the story, it actually begins at my house. I was off to play the Hunger Games. I do have a passion for the Hunger Games. You see, before I decided to live alone in a small house in the woods, I was taken in by a small village of monks in a desert. The town was circled around an oasis. The monks were very kind to me, gave me a bird, Peregrine, he's green. They gave me a home (although most are particularly small, as was mine) with a comfortable bed, a crafting table, a furnace, a stonecutter, and some chests. Within it lived me, Peregrine, and a dog they gifted to me. His name is Shadow.

One day, a gang of bandits burned the small little village, Aqua Arbor Villa, 'Water Tree Village' in Latin. Me, Pippin (Peregrine), and Shadow escaped, but the villagers perished in the fire. Ever since, I've been hunting down those burglars in the Hunger Games. But it's a big world. I dunno if I'll ever find them.

So now, the story begins. There will be no more narrations from Star, it is just me (and, you know, the other characters—Herobrine—Star—Notch—all those cool people excluding Star) telling you the story of MY life as a Silverwing. I know, in Star's POV, I seem like a regular, half-elf dragon, a regular Silverwing. But deep under, I'm truly much more complicated than that. I've been through way too much. You can't call it that anymore.

I know a kid named Ray. She is my companion in this journey, my best friend besides the friends I made when I met Star. Ray's blind. She's a dragon, too. Her breed is known as the Ghostscales. They're pretty cool. It is really unusual for a Ghostscale to be born blind, but Ray found a way to get by it all. You see, Ghostscales bond with the Earth. Ray was raised by giant moles. What do I have to say to that? Minecraftia is a freaking weird place. Anyway, Ray learned to bond with the Earth like the ancient Ghostscales did. All of the dragons have secret powers that can be earned by a good deed or something, I think. Anyway, the Earth lets Ray see. It is really complicated, so I'll let her tell you, just this once, Ray. Wow, thanks, Thalia. I'm being sarcastic, stop glaring at me. Anyway, yeah, I'm blind. It's really hard to explain how I do see, like Thalia explained to you. But I'll give it a shot. The earth sends me images of my surrounding, sort of. It isn't in color, just black-and-white, so I'm color-blind, too, I guess. The images aren't like your black-and-white photos, they're not in detail, but it's enough so I can see what my surroundings are. Do you get the idea? Yeah, we do. Thanks, Ray. Anyway, now, the story starts. Like I said, it begins me my little cottage, the place I call home.

I gulped down a lemon-lime smoothie, earning a brain freeze. I was already dressed in a one-shoulder black tee with the words in silver lettering If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your… Oh and a picture of a green tyrannosaurus rex trying to clap his hands. Along with that I wore skinny jeans, black sneakers, my Harry Potter glasses, and a black baseball cap worn backwards on my head.

Up to my rep. Definitely.

I run outside and jump on one of my trusty steeds, a brown-and-white paint named SpottyMcG. I nudged my heels into her sides and galloped through the woods. My hair, bound in its Katniss braid, flew behind me. I leaned forward expectantly, and SpottyMcG sped up. I could have jumped on any other horse, but SpottyMcG was closest. My cap near flew off my head, and I hurriedly situated it firmly back on. I galloped through the forest for a couple hours until finally arriving at the Hunger Games Skyscraper. I stopped just inside the forest and tied SpottyMcG to a tree well concealed in some bushes, then wandered to the front desk of the building.

I'm good friends with the clerks here. The line wasn't as long as it had been the past couple of days, and I was up to the desk in five minutes. "Next!" called a woman behind horn-rimmed glasses, her eyes flicking across her laptop screen. "Hi," I greeted cheerfully. Pretty much nobody knows that I'm a Silverwing, and I intend to keep it that way. "Hello, Thalia!" smiled the woman, Sasha. I grinned. "There any spots on the Forest Map?" Sasha checked her records. "One. You want in, I suppose?" I nodded and grinned. The Forest Map was my favorite route in the entire list of choices.

I walked over to the portal labeled FOREST MAP PORTAL and stepped in. Emerald swirls obscured my vision for several seconds before I could see again. I was standing on a block, facing the Cornucopia. I stared around. I didn't see anybody who I recognized, besides… START! I jumped and began sprinting towards the Cornucopia. I nearly ran into some chests. I hurled one open. A bone. Wonderful. I flipped open a second. A wolf spawn egg. Convenient. I whirled around and ran for the woods, clutching my spawn egg and bone. The first huge Redwood I came by I scaled, finding a large nook in between the branches where I rested. I threw down my spawn egg and out came a large gray wolf. I gave it the bone. It sat down. It was mine. I decided to call him Eradous. I climbed back down and took off running, Eradous teleporting every ten seconds or so.

Names flashed in the corner of my eye. A bounty of 3,000 diamonds has been put on SkythekidRS's head. A bounty of 3,550 diamonds has been put on BajanCandian's head. A bounty of 2,900 diamonds has been put on Deadlox's head. A bounty of 3,015 diamonds has been put on Moonywolfy's head. Oh, well, thanks. I'm Moonywolfy. This person wasn't making things easy for me. I stopped and walked for a while, absently patting Eradous's head. Deadlox was stabbed by Hacksource. Yikes. This seemed pretty close to me. I felt a cold tingle go down my neck as I felt a sword pressed against my back. Eradous barked in alarm. Another bark answered. More people had wolves, then.

Hacksource was stabbed by JettRay. Phew. JettRay is a close friend of mine, Ray Jet Elacstsohg. All princes and princesses of the Aether, Nether, or End have the last name of their species. However, most dragons use their last names backwards, like me. My full name is Thalia Sky Ender. Ray's is Ray Jet Ghostscale. I whirled around to see Ray, her ghostly white hair in a braid identical to mine, hueless, cloudy eyes managing to look smug. To the last name thing, I'm an exception, since I'm the last Silverwing.

I grin, relieved, at Ray. "Thanks," I say. So I did see her at the Cornucopia. Ray tosses me a bow. "I know you prefer them," she said. Ray had her preferable weapon, a knife. This one was iron. "Wanna scratch out our initials in the tree?" joked Ray. It was only half-joking. We do it on the nearest tree, every Games, wherever we killed somebody. I nod, mock seriousness shrouding my face.

Ray goes first, using her knife to scratch initials. After Eradous killed Hacksource's wolf, I made him sit so he wouldn't go wandering off and get himself killed. Ray finishes and tosses me the knife. I examine her handiwork. Nothing special, just R.J.E. I scratch my initials right below hers: T.S.R. They aren't our real initials, but we use them most of the time. "So, you got a wolf?" Ray asked the obvious. "Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious. Didn't you get one?" Ray shook her head, mournfully glancing at Eradous. "Nah. I got an ocelot. Took me ten minutes to tame the stupid thing," she replied, gesturing at a black cat beside her. It looked at Eradous cautiously through clear blue eyes. "What did you name it?" I asked. Not one animal ever goes unnamed by Ray and me. "Oakelyous." Ray stares once again at the cat, Oakelyous. "Useless thing," she muttered. "Only scare off creepers."

I struggled not to laugh when I saw the expression on Oakelyous's face. "This is Eradous," I said, gesturing the wolf. Death match in 10… "Well, that's convenient," said Ray, grabbing a rock to sharpen her knife. She threw me a quiver full of arrows.

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DEATH MATCH!

Hazy grayness filled my eyes, and it was a couple seconds before it cleared. I was standing next to the Cornucopia, Ray about ten meters to my right. I drew my bow. Eradous was beside me. I glanced at Ray again. There was Oakelyous, sure enough. The poor cat would probably die in the Match. I shot one kid in the back. One kid right between the eyes. They both exploded into their things. I ran to the center of the Cornucopia to get a better shot when: JettRay was stabbed by BajanCanadian. "No!" I roared, and shot my arrow right at Mitch. Gone. The last guy was the guy with the headphones. We aimed and shot at the same time.

I guess my homemade arrows were stronger than his, because my arrow split his in half and kept on target, never wavering. Deadlox was sniped by Moonywolfy. Fireworks. Dark, hazy grayness. And then I was back in the Games common room, high-fiving Ray. Eradous was beside me. My bow was gone, but I was glad I got to keep Eradous. I was walking out the door behind Ray when I saw the cat. Oakelyous. I was sure I had seen him run over the edge in the Games. Positive. "Ray? Why is Oakelyous with you?" Ray glanced down at the cat. "Guess he survived." But she sounded as puzzled as I was.

Oakelyous was dead. I was sure of it. But here he was, gazing at me through his eerie blue eyes, black fur as vibrant as ever. And one question lingered in my mind about Oakelyous the cat: How did he survive?

Don, don, don! Don't worry; Oakelyous isn't evil… not exactly, anyway… He won't hurt Thalia and Ray. Well, Ray, specifically. Enough about Oakelyous. I'm sorry for the cliffy guys, I really am. Well, no, not really, but… Oh yeah, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I love you all. Guess who Oakelyous really is in the reviews. Or maybe he did just really survive. You choose. Please guess in the comments. I love you all,

~Gemstone