In the town square, all the boys between the ages of 12 - 18 stood in the 'Choosing Zone' - a boxed off area, where they waited for the next sacrifice to be said.

Up on the stage stood William, Hamish, and the second in command who was digging into the Sacrifice Box.

"No!" Gordon shouted as he ran on the stage grabbing the box and pulling it away "You said there would be no more!" he yelled at them.

"Gordon, please..." Hamish said eyeing his father "This is the only way to get them to stop and you know it..."

"I won't let you do this" he said tears in his eyes.

"Gordon!" William called over to the boy "Please kindly get off the stage..."

"Your son stuffed the box with his name! You want him to leave and never come back, to never be able to spend those long evenings with you again!" Gordon said yelling through his tears at the last bit.

There was a gasp from everyone at this...

"Hamish, is this true?" Willian asked shocked.

Hamish nods looking away from him.

"Please, for his sake, don't send another kid to that mountain" Gordon said through hid tears, sobbing.

"But then she..." William began to say giving the same reason on to why they did this and have done since they first settles here.

"She only ever wanted them because she was lonely, she never wanted to tear families apart," Gordon yelled to everyone, but focused on the Chief "If he truly wants to go let him but don't force anyone to go again!"

"And how would you know this?" William said anger over taking his confusion.

"Because I told him so!" Stella's voice called out, making everyone look up to see her hovering there, her large white wings, beating, her arms crossed and a look of disappointment pointing to the Chief as she come to land in front of him.

Gordon rushed to hug her tucking himself into her wings.

She hugged him back then came apart, and still holding his hand for confidence, turned to the Chief.

"Just so you know you big fat coward," she began "I never make the dragons do or don't do anything. I don't control them; they have minds of their own. I've never protected this island because it doesn't need it."

"Now do you believe me?" Gordon asked glaring at the Chief a small smile towards Stella on his face.

"I do!" Klara's voice came from the crowd and all the Rebel families began to call out too.

"Don't send your sons and daughters to the mountain; they don't need to go unless they truly want to..." Gordon said to the crowd.

With that sorted, Stella was about to leave, the stage, pulling Gordon with her, when from the roof tops net-cannons were shot and she was pinned to the floor, Hamish standing over her with a sword in hand.

"No!" Gordon yelled diving in the way as the sword cuts through his chest saving Stella in the process.

"GORDON!" Klara and Luke cried together, while the rest of the village were stunned.

Stella was speechless.

Her eyes were on Gordon as he fell the sword meant for her going through his chest.

Looking up at Hamish with narrowed eyes she started growling and transforming into her Dragon Form, the magic cutting the nets, and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.

Gordon was starting to black out as he slowly died, pain, was all he could feel.

With the last of his strength he managed to place a gentle hand on her leg calming her down.

Feeling Gordon touch her, Stella calmed down and look to him, knowing that he wouldn't want her to do this.

Shifting back, she got off Hamish and let him up, once he was however she punched him right in the face the force knocking him off the stage and into the crowd with a bloody nose.

Smirking, she turned to pick Gordon up and spreading her wings flew as fast as she could back to the cave to get you fixed up, Klara and Luke following below.

Gordon felt himself start to slip away finally at peace.

"Oh no you are not dying on me, Gordon..." Stella says half way there "Come on... Just a bit longer... Stay awake... Please..."

Gordon managed to barley keep his eyes open as he looked at her with a kind smile as he started fading away.

Stella reached the cave and landed running in, not closing the gate way so his sister and brother could follow, and place Gordon on the bed.

Quickly she darted around the room and got everything ready to fix him up. Then taking deep breaths to sooth herself, she turned to Gordon and closed her eyes picturing the sword to come out.

Once it was she quickly cleaned the wound in his chest where it struck him and wrapped it up.