A/N: Song above kinda describes Stella in this chapter. XD

Pete's POV:

We were all glaring at Robert O'Brian, the current King and Traitor, listening to Patrick argue with him, when I heard a soft groan behind us. I turned my head, seeing Stella rubbing her head as she sat up, being careful with Ersor laying beside her, still unconscious. I quickly walked over to her, kneeling at the side of the bed.

"You alright?" I asked, as I felt Patrick staring at her, making sure she was alright.

She nodded slightly, holding her head lightly. "Sort of... Feels like my heads going to explode, though." She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut, from some sort of pain, but shot them open from hearing Thomas.

"Soooo, Sleeping Beauty herself finally wakes up, does she?" Thomas asked, smirking.

Stella growled, and stood up from the bed quickly, so I picked Ersor up, cradling her so she wouldn't hurt herself somehow.

"What's that make you? An evil Faerie? Because, I may not have a sword, but I'll be damned if I couldn't try to burn you to a crisp, Maleficent." She snapped, glaring at him.

Most of us snorted at her nickname, but I noticed that Patrick just smirked, knowing Stella could handle herself with Thomas, and then he went back to staring at Robert, obviously there's an Alpha vs. Alpha thing going on between them two. I was brought out of my thoughts when Robert snorted at her.

"Your just like your mother, you act all 'Big and Bad', but underneath all that mocho is a scared, little hatchling." Robert said, walking over to the cage, making Patrick growl lowly at him.

Stella narrowed her eyes at him. "Who are you, and how do you know my mother?" She hissed, making him laugh.

"Exactly like her, though different when it comes down to your dragon forms. That, I believe, comes from your grandfather's side." Robert said, smirking, making her growl.

"Your not answering my question, asshole. Who ARE you?" She questioned, flashing her eyes, making him smirk wider.

"Usually when someone is seeing their uncle, they wouldn't call them an asshole." Robert said, amused.

Stella tilted her head slightly while stating, "If your my uncle, then why would you work with a man who obviously killed your sister, while taking the throne that is rightfully mine by inheritance, and leaving inoccent dragons to be killed by said man who killed my parents. That being said, I will never see you as an uncle. Not for this traitorous act against my people." She said, as she stood her ground even when her Uncle was glaring at her.

I took notice that her clothes started to change while she confronted her uncle. Her shirt and jeans changed to that of a long, tight fitting around her waist, amythest colored dress that looked almost fitting for her, with the skirt of the dress puffed out slighty, giving it a large look. Her tennis shoes had become purple heels with a dragon scale-type look. Her hair had been put up in a braided bun, and looked like she had earrings in. From where I stood, they had a diamond shaped look with amythest gems, and it looked like she had a necklace aroud her neck, seeing a silver chain.

Rae's POV

I'm fairly certain everyone was either amazed or shocked that Stella had managed to do the exact same trick that Patrick had done just a few days ago at Richards' main Building, but I'm more shocked with the fact that she had a bow on her AND two swords, though one sword looked kinda small. She also had a quiver of arrows strapped to her back, and seeing this reminded me of the greek goddess Artemis. I also noticed that she was wearing a small, but noticable, diamond encrested crown with semi small amythest gems embedded close to the middle.

I glanced at Patrick, seeing that his interest in the conversation grew ten fold when he seen her clothes went from 'Hey, I'm kinda busy' to 'Back off, your messing with someone you don't want to because I will kick your ass'. I could see just how much he wanted to see her use those weapons, and she must have known it too, because her left hand kept twitching, itching to hold the small sword against Thomas and her Uncle's throats. Her Uncle narrowed his eyes at her, scrutinizingly.

"I didn't think you had any abilites after what happened twenty years ago." He stated, earning a growl from both mated dragons.

"Thinking that you lost one of your closest childhood friend takes a toll on a kid our age, asshole." Patrick snapped, as Stella added on,

"Besides, mother helped nudge me in the right direction a bit."

Her uncle snorted. "She's dead, how was she able to do that?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

Stella's POV

"'Remember that our ancestors are in the stars.'" I recited, the memory of me and momma in that field looking at the stars playing through my head, and smirked slightly, seeing Robert flinch slightly. He doesn't deserve the right to be called uncle.

"Those stories are just myths and fairytales told to us when we're hatchlings." He snapped, making me narrow my eyes at him.

"If their just myths and legends than so are we! Our kind has relied on this legend for centuries! Waiting for the day that they can live up in the stars with their ancestors as well. The only light in this godforsaken darkess that hunters had let us die within slowly." I growled at the end, making him come closer to the cell so we were nose to nose.

In my perspective, it seemed like he wanted to see how long it would be before I would back down, showing that he was the dominant one between the two of us, though he would be sadly mistaken with me, because I'm not one of his lower tiered dragons in the castle. No, I could stand here all day if I needed to to prove just that.

After ten minutes of us just staring at each other, expecting the other to turn away from the others gaze, he finally growled, stepping back, looking away from me briefly, making me smirk.

"Did you expect me to look away the first two minutes?" I asked in disbelief, making him growl again.

"Just wait till your out of there, Princess." He hissed, instead of answering.

I could hear Patrick making snappy comments at Robert, but when I looked over, I realized that he wasn't even talking at all. I frowned slightly, as I heard the others talking to, but when I looked back at them, their mouths weren't moving either.