I sigh and take the pen to my right and start on the crumpled paper I had previously smoothed out. "I was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I'm Ira Dostoïveski, I'm 17 years old and I'm in medical school, not a very common girl, I skipped several classes and... well, that's not why you came here, I guess. My life has changed, how? I don't know. I mean.. I do.. Why?... I am charged with murder with a maximum sentence for violent crime and imprisoned in the largest and most dangerous mixed prison in the United States, The Mansorius. But wrongly accused. I don't know how I got here or why, the only thing I know is that I'm innocent. I was just at the wrong time, in the wrong place. I didn't do anything. I was just at the wrong time, in the wrong place. I hope to get out of here safe and sound, but I need help. It's all sordid, and as if that's not enough, I just felt bad, I have a headache-" I stop my vision becomes blurry the objects around me twirl around me Sergeï and Day panicks Fuck.

When everyone has the same scales, someone different pokes out like a sore claw. Whiteout knows this feeling. She's a Nightfury who was born with white scales instead of black. On her island she's the lowest ranking dragon besides hatchlings. Although an outcast, Whiteout takes her job of day watch very seriously. Especially when she spots an unknown Nightfury with a viking headed torwards Nightfury island. (takes place between the two movies, about the same time as the show Dragons: Race To The Edge) (I do not own any Dreamworks characters! Only Whiteout and the other Nightfuries)