[ WP ] When everyone turns 18 , they receive a pet which is figurative of their personality . You 're the first person to receive a dragon ...

I opened my eyes to the bright, cheery, daylight that flowed through the window of my room. Not that there was anything significant about it, of course, in fact I could think of many things that would have made the occasion significant, winning the lottery foremost among them. I stretched, getting out of bed, yawned, and reached for my clothes, a skintight fabric that attached itself to ones skin. Literally. It was all well and good with the ladies to my perspective, but seriously, who wants to have their dong right out in public for everyone to see? As my fingers reached the ground, my eyes flashes open in alarm. 
 
 My clothes were gone. 
 
 As I frantically tore the room apart, I noticed the date on the clock, 3.11.2156. My 18th birthday. The number rang in my ears, although I did n't remember hearing it. 
 
 18. 
 
 I slowly turned towards the drawer where new clothes would appear every week. 
 
 18. 
 
 My hand reached toward the top drawer. 
 
 18. 
 
 I opened the drawer, revealing a set of clothes covered in a golden pattern that seemed to have an intricate design of darker gold spider webbing across the area. 
 
 18. 
 
 I remembered my dad's white and black striped fur cloak before he died, fighting alongside his Snow Tiger in the third worlds war, and my mother's sweaters covered with a snow white layer of feathers. Everyone's clothes were designed to be identical to their animal, so what animal was I getting? A beetle? I sighed and got dressed, knowing that once I stepped into the light, I'd be the only one that anyone could see. Whatever I was getting, it better be worth it. 
 
 18. 
 
 I turned toward the large dresser that had been erected in my room, and opened it, revealing a large suit of armor that looked like it was covered in golden scales. Looked like beetle was out of the picture. Folded neatly in the corner was a cape that appeared to be made of the same substance that my clothes were, a thick leathery membrane that looked as if built to catch the wind. 
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 As I stepped onto the platform, the light reflected off of my armor, sending thousands of rays of golden light into the audience. It outshone many of the other's that had been seen by far, drawing applause so loud it seemed to shake the very building with it's magnificence. 
 
 `` You who wear the armor of gold,'' the Prime Minister said to me, handing to me a sword that seemed to match my armor. It was almost the size of my arm, and when I drew it, the blade was covered with hooks that looked like teeth, `` Do you accept that there is greed inside you?'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' I said. It hurt to admit, but I had always known it, `` I do.'' 
 
 `` You who wears the armor of greatness,'' the voice boomed, `` Do you understand that others will hate you for it, that they will come to cut you down and take what is yours?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' My voice was becoming more resolute, as I began to understand what the armor meant. 
 
 `` You who wear the armor of the ancient, what will you do to those who challenge your power?'' The Minister said, bringing out the cage that held one's animal. He took the cloth covering it off with a flourish, revealing a Dragon, exactly the color of my armor, with intelligent eyes that were bronze upon black. 
 
 I looked upon the beast that had once been feared and hunted to all but extinction, and in that moment I linked with it. I suddenly remembered all the memories passed down from it's ancestors, I remembered the fear the dragons held for the armies of knights that hunted them, and the hatred the children had for the monsters that killed their parents. I looked up at the Prime Minister, and saw him recoil in fear at my voice. 
 
 `` If they come for us, we will kill them.''
