Pete's P.O.V

                    When we got to the cabin, I quickly headed inside, and upstairs to choose my room. When I looked down the Hall, I noticed that there was a door closed to one of the rooms. Walking up to it, I turned the door knob, swinging the door open, and, embarrassingly, screamed.

Stella's P.O.V

                  I jumped, hearing Pete scream, and missed my target because of it. I glared at the cabin, and noticed Patrick did as well, and I seen his sword embedded into a trees base. The two of us looked at each other, and headed inside to see what the fuss was about. When we got upstairs, we seen Pete staring into a room, so I looked in, and covered my mouth to hide my snickers. Laying on the Queen sized bed, was a small Raccoon, sleeping, well was, till Pete opened his big mouth. I looked at Pete, and smirked.

                        "For a fierce Dragon, you sure as hell get scared over a puny Raccoon." I said, heading into the room to get the poor animal.

                         "Don't go near it! It could have Rabies!" Pete said, exasperated.

                         "So could you, but I didn't care." I shot back, and this time, actually snickering, seeing the look on the Raccoon's face that said, ' THIS is your friend?'

                 I picked the Raccoon up gently, smiling when it just snuggled up into my arms, falling asleep again. I looked back at the boys in the doorway, smirking, again, I'm getting worse than Rae, seeing them stare at me, their jaws hung open in surprise.

                          "What?" I asked giggling.

                 Pete shook his head and said,

                          "You picked up a Raccoon, that could have Rabies, and all it did is snuggle into your arms, like it was comfortable, and fell back asleep."

                I looked at the two and sat on the bed, and patted a seat next to me, which Patrick happily took, and took a breath, then looked at the two again,

                         "I'm going to tell you boys a story, and it started when I was a little girl..."

Third Person- Stella at age 6-

               A six year old Stella ran around her yard with a bubble wand, making large bubbles and running from her Father, who was pretending to be a "Monster", and chased his Daughter, laughter mixing with growls. He finally caught her and picked her up, "eating" her, and earned squeals of laughter from his Daughter. Stella raised the bubble wand, and said, while giggling,

                        "I give thee death, foul Beast!"

               Her Father made play that his heart "hurt" and held it, placing Stella on the ground gently, and stumbled around, before falling backwards, "Dead". Stella giggled, and ran up to him, and sat on her knees, smiling.

                       "Daddy, you can stop playing Dead now." She said cutely.

             Her Father peeked an eye open, and looked at his Daughter, then closed it again, whispering,

                      "Yes, but the Princess is supposed to kiss the Prince to break the spell."

                      "It's the other way around, Daddy." She said giggling, but kissed her Father on the cheek anyway.

             He opened his eyes, smiling, and pulled her into a hug, chuckling.

                    "True, but remember the story Princess and The Frog? Not every fairytale has to be by the book. Remember that Stella." He said, kissing her cheek.

                     "I will Daddy." She said, blushing when he kissed her cheek.

             From the Kitchen door, a woman leaned on the door frame, watching her Husband and Daughter, with a smile.

                    "Hank? Could I speak to you for a moment?" She called gently.

             Hank nodded at his Wife, and smiled at his Daughter.

                    "I'll be right back, don't go too far, okay?" He asked, earning a nod and smile from her,

                    "That's my girl." He said, and kissed her forehead, standing up, and heading inside to see his Wife leaning against the sink, arms crossed, and not looking up at her Husband.

                   "Arya, what's wrong?" Hank asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

           Arya looked up at Hank and said,

                  "The Council found another family of Dragons dead in their home. we already classified that it was the Hunters, but humans... They think it was a mass murderer, killing families for fun."

         Hank frowned, and put a hand on her cheek gently.

                "If this is you worrying about Stell, it'll be alright. Maybe the Council can send some Dragons to Protect us. After all...You are their-"

                "I know that, Hank, but it's not that easy for us like you humans. The Council and I both know that if we were to do that, I'll be easier to sniff out. I just don't want us to get hurt because of me." Arya spoke softly.

          Outside, Stella was running around, and heard hissing close to her. She looked around, and seen a Water Moccasin, just staring at her, flicking its forked tongue out, tasting the air around it. She sat down, and watched it slither close to her, and giggled when its forked tongue danced around on he skin.

               "That tickles." She said smiling, and let it slither up her leg, watching it wrap around her arm, staying there contentedly.

          The Kitchen door opened, and a conversation continued.

               "Do you think Patricia will move back to Evanston with Patrick?" Hank asked, but before Arya could answer, she gasped, seeing the snake around Stella's arm.

Stella heard the gasp, and looked at up at her Mother and Father, smiling.

            "Mommy! Daddy! I made a new Friend!" She said happily.

Stella's P.O.V-26 years later-

        I looked at the boys, and seen Pete smirking.

              "So... Your like Dr. Dulittle?" He asked.

        I rolled my eyes, smiling.

              "More or less, but I just can't hear them speak out loud. I kinda have to use telepathy to hear them speak." I said, shrugging.

              "How long have you been able to use this gift?" Patrick asked.

              "Since I was Six." I said, chuckling.

       Outside, there was a thump and a groan, so we looked out the window, and laughed.

             "Who brought him here?" Pete asked, chuckling.

       On the ground, Josh was rubbing his forehead.