Martyn

where he was found and taken into the Clan of the Pathetic. While no one knows for certain where he is from, the fact that he is a fluffy tundra with ice eyes makes it reasonable to assume he was born here in the ice flight. However undeniable it was, Martyn didn’t think so. He hates the snow. In fact he finds that he is actually allergic to it. Well, it's more of a self diagnosis as the clan doctor, Gritzgore, never agrees with Martyn. It goes the same way every time: wasn’t built to be in the cold. A very thought out theory of his is that he isn’t even a tundra at all and he probably wasn't even born in ice, either. Everyone in the clan counters that his eyes are ice eyes, but that to Martyn means absolutely nothing. He can't trust what they say and he can't trust the mirrors he looks into either. They are all liars. Every single one of them. Snakes. you tell don't even add up. You guys say I’m a tundra but how can I be a tundra if I am allergic to snow, the one weather that tundras are built for? My allergy is a clear sign that I am not built to be here, let alone born here.” to snow is impossible.” tear falls down his cheek. “I cry evry tim.” with hurt as he drags himself out of the cave and painfully tiptoes through the snow. Many wonder just how a tundra could possibly get up on their tiptoes and doubt that one even could let alone make it through miles of snowy terrain like that, but Martyn did. It was hard to do yet he did just to spite all the dragons who didn’t believe him. On he carefully tiptoed and with each shuffle it became easier until the col- his allergic reaction made his toes go numb. Soon he was out of ice territory and walking on land but he didn’t stop walking until he fell down from exhaustion and slept. him. "Uh, hi?" “Welcome to the Clan of Hats.”