"Come on." Bane said. The three fell in line at the end. Celtic's presence hadn't gone unnoticed by Nate and Bane. She was at the beginning, behind the caskets, holding hands with the twins. There weren't a lot of people in the procession, at least not from the Fire and Cold Clans. Most of those present were from other Clans, including Nate's adoptive parents. Nate knew the truth now – or at least was pretty sure he knew the truth.

"I should have gone back." Justin muttered.

"No one's stopping you?" Nate replied. Bane kept silent. They stayed with the procession and stood back when the caskets were buried. The crowd slowly started to scatter. Nate's parents nodded at him but didn't speak with him. There was understanding between them. Soon, Bane, Nate, and Justin were the only three left. Celtic was sitting between the two graves while the twins stood with Abigail. Nate's heart went out to the two boys. They had lost their parents and now two more people they cared about had died.

"Bane, Nate, thank you for coming." Abigail came up to the three visitors, but didn't acknowledge Justin. "I am glad that my letter reached the Dragon Master."

"Thank you for sending it." Bane answered.

"Grandma, their headstones aren't complete." Celtic turned to face her grandmother.

"What do you mean?" She walked over to her granddaughter.

"The Clan symbols are missing." Celtic answered.

"I'll get that taken care of. Why don't we go home now?" Celtic nodded.

"What's going to happen to us?" One of the twins asked.

"Heat, you and Frost, will stay with us. We won't send you anywhere." Celtic looked at her grandmother and then at her brothers. She knew they weren't her biological brothers, but they were her brothers all the same. She noticed the visitors and a weird felling came over her. She recognized one from the Island but the other two she wasn't too sure of – though the one with purple hair looked familiar somehow.

"She's right. This is your home now, no matter what." Abigail said. Celtic took the twins by the hand and the group headed towards the cottage. "I don't know who you are, but you can return from where you came." Abigail turned on Justin. Justin was about to protest but rethought that choice. Without saying anything, he climbed onto his Gold dragon and headed back to the Main Island.

"I wish he'd listen to others that well." Nate said. "That boy does his own thing."

"Celty, I'm hungry." Heat said as they entered the cottage. Celtic went into the kitchen and handed each boy some fruit before sending them to their room to rest. She sat down on the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"…" Bane sighed and walked over to sit next to her. He wasn't sure what to say, so he just draped his arm around her shoulders. Celtic leaned into him as the tears broke through.

"Nate, can I speak with you privately?" Abigail motioned for him to follow her to the other side of the cottage. "There is something I must tell you, however, no one else can know."

"Okay…" Nate wasn't exactly sure what she had to say.

"I'm sure you noticed your parents were here?" Nate nodded. "They didn't mention anything about your birth parents, did they?"

"Just that they had been friends for a long time. They had given me up to protect me." Nate answered. He was apprehensive about the topic of conversation.

"Your parents, my daughter and son-in-law, had no other choice but to give you up. They didn't want to; they loved you very much but the threats kept coming. There was belief by many that you were the Master General of Fire and Cold. Many prophecies tell of 'a daughter born from an opposite union born to bring peace and harmony to all islands.'" Abigail started. "There are also other prophecies that talk about a Master General. 'Without the Master General, the Enchantress will not have the strength to defeat evil and bring peace.' Some believed that you were that Master General and that if they were able to stop you, they could stop the Enchantress."

"I don't think I'm the Master General though." Nate thought for a moment.

"No, but the people who believed that threatened to kill you and your parents. Your parents contacted their friends in the Air Clan to ask for their help."

"They took me in and gave me a great life, they protected me by raising me as their own." Nate watched Celtic and Bane. Celtic had fallen asleep at some point. "But I never got to know my birth parents…"

"I am sorry for that, but you are safe. No one knows who you really are – and no one can know. At least not yet. Celtic will be kept safe and one day she will know the truth about you." Abigail watched her granddaughter sleeping peacefully. "This is why I asked for the two of you. I thought it time for you to know the truth and I knew Bane would want to know about the attack. I also knew that he would not focus unless he knew she was alright."

"I have a sister?" Nate had realized this earlier but it just now hit him.

"You are an older brother with a very special little sister." Abigail turned to face her grandson. "Between you and Bane, she will be well looked after. Heat and Frost do a good job of that too even though they are younger."

"How old are they?" Nate had wondered.

"Eight. They are just a year younger than Star." Abigail paused. "It took my daughter a long time to get pregnant again. They had all but given up ever another child. When they first learned that they were having another child, they debated contacting your parents again but they couldn't bear to give up another child. Giving you up had been hard enough and probably led to them having trouble getting pregnant again."

"Why did they even want to have another child if keeping me was so dangerous?" Nate was confused.

"Eventually, they no longer cared about the threats. Also, the threats stopped after you 'disappeared' – they thought it would be sake enough to have another child. They decided to keep the baby when they learned they were having a girl." Abigail replied. "They were not aware of the prophecies dealing with the Enchantress. Few people did back then. It wasn't until a few months ago that the threats started coming again."

"Why didn't they say anything?" Bane joined the two. He had laid Celtic down on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

"They didn't want to worry anyone. I didn't even know until it was too late to do anything. The attack came while I had taken Heat and Frost to the market." Abigail thought for a moment. "They made sure we were out of the cottage. I guess they told Celtic to hide and not come out until someone she trusted come to get her."

"What do you mean 'someone she trusted'?" Nate asked.

"Her parents were dead when we came back from the market. I noticed something was wrong and told Heat and Frost to stay outside and eat a snack. I went into the cottage and couldn't find Star anywhere. I noticed my daughter and son-in-law laying lifeless just outside her bedroom door. I panicked since I couldn't find her. I was sure whoever attacked had taken her. When I went back outside to collect my thoughts and check on the boys, I noticed Celtic coming out of the forest. There was a Frostfire dragon guarding her."

"…" Bane and Nate looked at each other. In their studies they had learned that the opposite dragons, like the Frostfire dragon, rarely ventured away from their homes.

"I was surprised too. I think the dragons sensed the danger and took Star to safety. She trusted the dragons and knew that she'd be safe with them." Abigail continued. She knew her granddaughter was special and could very well be the Enchantress being foretold.

"Her life is still in danger." Bane said. "Maybe I should stay."

"No." Abigail shook her head. "If you stay, your fate is the same as her parents. Neither of you can stay. Your task right now is greater than just protecting her. You need to focus on protecting the entire kingdom. I'll take care of Star and make sure she stays safe."

"Okay." Nate agreed, even though he didn't want to. He knew his grandmother was right.

"Bane, I'd like to speak with you outside for a moment." Abigail knew he wasn't likely to agree so easily.

"I'll watch her." Nate said. His grandmother pulled Bane outside.

"Bane, look at me." Abigail knew this was hard for him. "You have a connection to my granddaughter. You have always watched over her, ready to protect her. If you stay here, you will die protecting her. She doesn't need that; she needs people in her life like you."

"But…" Bane started.