Anders, Owen and I returned to his clinic after handing Varric the maps. Varric had been unusually quiet with only a 'sorry Blondie' before he departed. I suppose it was a small kindness. I did not feel like Anders should be left alone at this moment. One friend was gone and I remained a friend.
A few people hovered outside of the clinic. I gently told Anders to go inside and sit down. He seemed too stunned and grieved to do much else. Owen followed him, making gentle shuffing noises in an attempt to comfort his friend and the people looked at him, concerned.
"If you would come back later, I will help you." I said to them calmly. "If it's an emergency tell me now."
"I don't think anyone has an emergency." A young woman said, stepping forward. She looked at everyone and they nodded the affirmative. "We'll come back later."
"My thanks." I said, bowing my head in gratitude. They dispersed but the young woman looked over her shoulder at me.
"Everyone needs someone to take care of them at some point. Look after our healer would you?" She asked.
"Of course." I agreed with a small smile. Satisfied, the woman went on her way.
I turned back to the clinic door, gently closing it behind me. Anders sat on his cot, staring at the ground. He didn't even seem to mind that Owen had put his head on the mages knee, the dog's brown eyes filled with concern. When I came closer, Owen looked up to me and whined.
"I know boy. He will be alright." I murmured, scratching his ears. I cautiously sat next to Anders. Dimly, I could still feel the slight burning sensation as before. A spirit of the Fade lived inside of him no doubt. But what kind of denizen?
"Anders?" I asked softly, trying to get his attention without touching him. To touch a mage while they were stunned might frighten them into action – a lesson I had learned all too well from Bethany. He blinked, shaking his head to snap out of it.
"I'm fine." He said, beginning to clench and unclench his hands staring at them if they weren't quite his. By the abrupt possession earlier, I didn't blame him. "I think… I owe you an explanation."
"You do at that." I said. I didn't accuse him only stated it but still he flinched. I waited for him to collect his thoughts for a moment.
"When I was in Amaranthine, I met a spirit of the Fade. A spirit of Justice." He began slowly. "He was trapped outside of the Fade and we… became friends."
"You are lucky to meet a spirit of virtue." I murmured, secretly awed. My father had often told me stories of the spirits of virtue – Compassion, Fortitude, Courage, Strength. I had always wanted to meet one… but that was no longer possible. "They are often few and far between."
Anders laughed bitterly. I watched him, waiting patiently.
"He has been far more kind to me than I have been to him." He said, looking sorrowful. "You are aware that a Fade spirit requires a body to survive outside of the Fade?"
"Yes." I said the puzzle pieces falling into place. "You offered?"
"I thought we could work together. Give Justice to every child ripped away from their family to be sent to the Circle." Anders said. "But my emotions were too strong. It… changed him. Turned him into a spirit of Vengeance instead. Now every time I see something that used to make me angry – things like the Templars I could do nothing about – he comes out."
Silence fell on the clinic as I considered what he had said. It had been no wonder that he gave me that amount of power – anger was a powerful emotion, enough to turn a tempered spirit like Justice to Vengeance. Enough to possibly change a man as well. The way Anders glanced at me out of the corner of his eye told me he didn't expect my friendship after this. In truth, I was uneasy deep within adding together the dawn of this morning and the spirit of Vengeance but neither was I so quick to completely disregard 'Anders' himself. Anders was also a healer who helped the poor and sick – while his friend Justice might be warped it did not mean Anders himself had to as well. And I did enjoy the company of another mage.
"I do not think it is your fault." I said finally. He seemed surprised. "Neither of yours. You didn't know what would happen."
"Thank you. But no matter our fault or not, Vengeance remains." He said. It was true. We could shift the blame as many times as we wanted but the problem was still present. Anders could lose control at potentially any time.
"Perhaps I could help." I offered.
"How so?"
"I was taught a technique by a foreign man my father healed. A form of meditation that could help you both. I do not know how well…" I said, not giving the reason why I was taught. Anders didn't seem to notice.
"It would be worth a try." He agreed.
I studied his face. Dark circles had appeared under his eyes. I'm sure I didn't look much better – a weariness had settled in my bones that was hard to shake. A certain exhaustion only brought about by sorrow that made it so much more potent. I shook my head gently, suppressing a yawn. We had been up all night. It was time for sleeping.
"The next day perhaps." I said to him. "For now, rest will do the most good."
"For you as well. You look tired Logan." Anders said. I smiled wearily.
"I am. So I will go home." I said and stood up, calling Owen over. He didn't look the least bit tired. I envied his endurance. "Sleep well."
"You too."
X
My brother was still sleeping when I returned to Gamlen's. I could hear his – and Gamlen's – snoring quite easily. Mother was awake however and looked up when I came in. Her eyes softened when she saw my face. I went to haul water to wash up when she stopped me.
"Go sleep Logan. You look exhausted. I will fetch water." Mother said sternly. I shook my head slowly, wanting to argue but couldn't seem to find my words.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm stronger than I look dear. Who do you think you got it from?" She said a hand on her hip. I smiled glad to see she was recovering her old spirit.
"Thank you Mother." I said and she shooed me into the bedroom. Carver didn't even bat an eyelash when I entered. Changing out of my armor (thankful I cleaned it of blood) and into normal clothing, I reclined on the sack pile that made up my bed. After a long day, it was easier to pretend it didn't smell of vinegar and it was actually soft.
I fell asleep quickly.
X
It smelled of fresh hay and dusty attics. I took another deep breath, the smell and taste of the air bringing back memories of childhood and better times. The prickling beneath me felt of hay, explaining the smell. I opened my eyes and sat up.
I was in our old barn in Lothering. I was sitting in my favorite spot – the top of the hay bales in the attic. The stalks didn't crunch or rustle very loud so I assumed it would be right after harvest time. Peppermint covered the faint smell of cow manure. I smiled sadly. Father used to always bring fresh springs to the barn because Mother complained it smelled. He would then give her the leaves and she would smile. Our tea would smell of peppermint those days.
But here the smells weren't quite as fresh, not quite as real. I knew where I was – I had since I had figuratively woken up. I was in the Fade and the demons might soon arrive. But for now, it was a good dream. I hadn't a peaceful visit here in a long time.
I stood up and looked down at my clothing. The shirt was threadbare and patched in many places but well loved. The blue stitching around the neck indicated it was mine as Bethany and Carver had a habit of taking my clothing now and then. When we were younger, they did it all the time. The pants had black stitching – Carvers' then. I did used to have a habit of wearing his pants because Mother liked to buy me more skirts than trousers.
How times have changed.
My bare feet made the floor creak under my weight as I climbed down. The barn was empty but a stinging sensation in my scar forewarned me that the demons were not far away. I ignored it for now and stepped across the room, pushing open the barn doors gently. The warm, misty light filtered into the darkness and I stepped out to greet it.
Wildflowers of all sorts bloomed in the yard. Some of them held tiny flames in the center of their petals and others were ones I had come to cherish in my childhood. While the sun shone, a storm circle hovered around the edges. This was not how my home looked but rather an extension of my own magic into the Fade. Father had always said my magic was wild. Both a blessing and a curse – beautiful but destructive.
'Logan?'
I closed my eyes as the sudden lance of pain seared my heart and scar. Bethany's voice. No…. a demon imposter. I turned slightly, my black tangled hair drifting over one shoulder. Bethany stood next to the house. My heart ached. She may be a demon but she looked so much like my little sister. The sister I spent hours braiding hair, playing games and teaching magic to.
'Leave me be demon. You'll find no host here.' My voice was cold and the sky rumbled ominously above my head. Bethany's face turned into a sneer and I shut my eyes tight, taking a deep breath to calm my frayed emotions. When I opened them again, the demon had vanished and my scar burned fiercely. Instead, a blue glow diffused over the meadow. I looked at the trees on the other side and a human form stepped out.
Anders?
No. I corrected myself. The blue glow looked like him but was not. The rawness of magic and Fade around him… No, this was Justice. He stepped into my dream and the flowers turned to him like he was the sun and just as quickly turned away. A corrupted but still a virtue held a good deal of sway here.
'Justice.' I addressed him, bowing my head slightly. Demons I had known to wander this place – creatures ever present. Mages could not get rid of them and so I accepted their presence. But this felt different. I knew Anders and the fact that Justice was taking his shape was throwing me off balance. This place, this dream, was far too precious (and horrible) and so close to my heart. It felt like an invasion of privacy.
'You are the mage that helped Anders.'
His voice echoed far too loudly across the small plain. I restrained a wince as it echoed in my ears and sent my eye burning again. It was but a dream and the pain felt as real. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling very uncomfortable. I was sure to keep it hidden.
'I am.' I said. My voice seemed like a whisper in comparison. He stood, surveying the dream (my sanctuary something whispered. My nightmare.) before answering.
'The demons do not bother you.' Justice said. It was a statement, an observation.
'I am not such easy prey.' I murmured, my hands clenching my arms unconsciously. 'Nothing more, nothing less.'
I was plainly telling him not to ask any further. He did not press but stared at me in such a fashion that made me want to turn to shadow. I could see the vengeance in his eyes and much as justice and the contradiction made for a feeling much like a bad omen.
'So I see. You have great power mage. Will you not assist us in our goal to free the mages?' Justice asked.
'Not now.' I said plainly. The heat of his anger started to boil to the surface but I gathered myself up tall and continued. 'I have a family to see to first.'
'You are so hesitant when there is such great injustice?' He demanded, the blue flames around him beginning to burn white hot. Several flowers withered and I felt their loss keenly. 'What of your father? Your sister?'
'Neither was taken from me. Neither was killed by the Templars. They died of darkspawn, not the Circle.' I said.
'And if they had? If they hadn't been able to live freely?' He growled.
I went silent, considering. The storm rumbled again, dangerously. A cold breeze began to pick up. I shivered slightly – a small vision of Father being killed by the Templars and Bethany being taken away flashing in my mind. Frowning, I shook my head to clear it. Something was wrong.
'And if they had? What would you have done!' Justice roared again, his voice becoming deeper.
A demon? That's impossible! I recoiled, stepping back. The sunlight vanished into dark clouds, casting the meadow into darkness as the demon Justice reached out.
X
I woke with a start, dragging in air. I was sticky with sweat and the room was humid, not helping the least bit. I jerked to my feet and stumbled over the raggedy blanket I had been using. Now upright, I couldn't remember the dream I had. Only that it had woken me. I took a deep breath to calm my rapidly beating heart and looked around.
The room was empty. Carver must have gotten up.
What time is it? I wondered, walking into the main room. Mother walked out of Gamlen's room as I took a piece of bread. The sun shining outside the door made it out to be about the fifth hour. I had slept for some time.
"Good evening Logan. Did you sleep well?" Mother asked as she came in, looking stressed and worn out. Another argument with Gamlen?
"Yes. Very well thank you." I lied calmly. It was better letting her know everything was fine. Less things for her to worry about. "Where is Carver?"
"Hm? Oh your new friend the dwarf came to get him. He asked after you too, but I told him you were sleeping." She said.
Varric did? Then I suppose it was time to move. I went to the bedroom and got into my armor again. I touched my hair for moment. It was tangled and messy – it was also getting to be long. A little bit longer than my shoulders. But I couldn't find the heart to cut it. With a sigh, I grabbed a ragged strip of cloth and tied it back in a low horse tail. It would have to do until I find the time to properly find a brush. I was not vain about my looks. My heavily scarred face saw to that but Bethany did love my hair dearly… I supposed I owed it to her to take care of it.
"Logan?" My mother called. I snapped out of whatever daze I had fallen into and returned to the living area. She had a letter in her hands. I immediately recognized the handwriting.
"Meeran again?" I said, unable to keep the slight annoyance out of my voice. Mother handed me the letter and I slip my dagger along the seal to open it.
At least this time he decided to send me work along with his usual insults. I mentally marked the name of Anso as my employer and threw the letter in the fire. It was time to go find Varric and Carver and get this done with. I waved my mother good bye and collected Owen from outside.
X
"Why are we accepting work from Meeran again?" Carver asked for almost the sixth time since we had left the Hanged Man.
"Because it is work and we still need fifty sovereigns." I replied simply.
"You get what you can." Varric added helpfully. "Besides Junior, you still owe me fifty silver."
"You were cheating!" Carver protested. I shook my head slightly but said nothing. He was most likely going to ask me for money later.
The sun had set in Lowtown and we were making our way to Anso. I had decided against going to find Anders since I had slept so late and he had used much more magic than I had. Even if he wasn't resting, he would be behind on his patients.
There was also the talk of the murders at the Chantry. How Templars – killed by magic – and a mage Tranquil killed by a dagger were found in the upper story. Many religious of Kirkwall were muttering amongst themselves unhappily. This would do no good for the mages. I had to make double sure that my powers were never seen publicly. And Varric wasn't telling.
That was when we came across a dwarf muttering to himself. He didn't see us approach and didn't turn around so I spoke.
"Are you Anso?"
"Gah!" The dwarf yelped and whirled around, nearly falling over into the crates behind him. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"My apologies." I said placidly while Carver and Varric restrained a snigger.
"Are you the one that Meeran told me about?" He said nervously, his eyes darting around anxiously. This dwarf was most likely doing something illegal.
"I used to work for the Red Iron." I said evasively.
"Good! Good." Anso repeated almost to himself, wringing his hands. Definitely illegal. "I… haven't been on the surface very long. I keep feeling like I will fall into all that sky!"
"Bartrand was like that too." Varric added on, but said nothing about himself. I imagined he would have been telling himself stories or taking care of Bianca.
"I would pay to see that." Carver said with a chuckle. I secretly agreed.
"Look some of the people I hired for a shipment decided… they wouldn't deliver it. And I really need to get it back. It's quite expensive… and you know how these Templars are." As soon as he said it, he looked terrified and looked around quickly.
"So it's lyrium." I said. Carver said something snide and looked angry.
"Better be worth it then." Varric said and I bowed my head in agreement. This wasn't the first illegal thing I had done for money but running in with Templars made me hesitant to say anything.
"O-of course it will! Look, the shipment was supposed to be delivered to the abandoned house down in the Alienage." Anso said all at once. I simply nodded my head. Carver was fuming but Varric looked somewhat pleased.
I had been the Alienage several times before on mission for the Red Iron and sometimes by myself. I did not find the elves lesser beings at all – I had seen them before and was always fascinated, ever since I was a little girl. Especially with the stories the Dalish told. Of course, some were as slippery and corrupt as humans – in all phases they were not much different from us.
But tonight, the Alienage was quiet. Almost eerily so. This was too familiar.
"Keep an eye out Hawke." Varric said, Bianca in his hands. Carver seemed oblivious but I took a hand of the staff and pulled it off. I made straight for the house. If this was a deal gone awry, it was better to get it over with quickly.
I gently turned the knob and pushed the door open. The fragile, rotted piece of wood bowed inward and nearly fell. I froze as it creaked. Nothing happened. I glanced over at Varric and Carver who nodded, at the ready. I jerked my head at Owen. The dog crept into the room, sniffing. His lips curled back and I knew he smelled men. Twirling my staff, I stepped lightly to the next door. I was about to push it open when Varric grabbed my arm.
He pointed to my feet and shook his head. I looked down and carefully stepped back. A tripwire attached to two barrels blocked the way. I switched the ends of the staff and gestured my friends to step back. They stepped to the other side of the room and I clipped the wire, running to the other side.
The barrels exploded and I turned my face away as splinters pelted the ground. Shouts and yells burst with the explosion. The mercenaries who had taken Ansos goods milled uncertainly as flames licked the doorway. Several of them were on the ground, burned. An arrow whizzed through the air as Varric took down a man. This spurred them into leaping across the flame barrier. The first man to do so was rewarded with a slice across the neck.
I ducked under the next and slammed the wooden end into his stomach. I plucked the knife from my belt with my free hand and drove it deep into the next heart. Blocking with the staff, Carver took care of my attacker easily his blue eyes reflecting the flames. Which were quickly becoming a problem. If they kept burning, we would be in trouble. I took a deep breath and breathed out. The air dropped several degrees and the flames sunk lower before being covered in a fine frost. It would melt by morning.
"Brr. Did you have to make it so cold Hawke?" Varric asked, rubbing his arm. His breath curled into mist.
"Maybe if you put a shirt on?" I suggested coolly. He chuckled, shaking his head.
"But then the ladies would miss the chest hair." He retorted with a grin. I shook my head and walked into the next room, my feet crunching on burned wood. A chest stood in the center of the room, the locks broken and twisted. I frowned and gently pushed it open with my foot.
Empty.
Varric and Carver cursed, my frown deepened. Anso had put us up to this but for what purpose?
"What a waste of bloody time." Varric grumbled. I nodded mutely in agreement turning to lead them out. I made to push open the door when Owen snarled and leapt passed me, onto a man that would have surely ended my life. Owen sank his teeth deep into the throat of my would be assassin and I jumped into action.
The first thing I noticed was these men were far more heavily armored and had much better weaponry. The language they were shouting to each other was unfamiliar to me. But it was kill or be killed. I stepped nimbly around my attackers using both ends of the staff to incapacitate and kill. Their weapon styles were unfamiliar but clumsy. It was the mage that was the problem.
I leapt onto the bench surrounded the tree. Varric and Carver were getting pounded by magic and I clenched my jaws. No magic Logan. I reminded myself and quickly ran around the base of the tree, avoiding swords and punches. I didn't see the force bolt. I swerved to the side and it exploded next to me. I hit the wall with a gasp, the breath driven from my lungs. Sliding down, I narrowly avoided the ice bolt. Breathing out another small rind of permafrost in exasperation, I threw the staff as hard as I could. It missed but distracted him enough for me to end his life with my knife.
Owen growled threateningly again, blood splattered muzzle making him look even more intimidating. I heard the heavily clad boots beginning down the stairs to the Alienage but I ignored it for now, collecting the staff from beside the dead body of the mage. I turned around slowly and saw another soldier.
"You've made a big mistake coming here." He said his voice furiously angry. "Lieutenant I want everyone in the clearing now!"
I tensed as a man emerged from a corner. Blood bubbled from his lips as he collapsed on the ground, dead with no wounds to my eye. I held my staff protectively as a white haired elf stepped from around the corner.
"Your men are dead. Your trap has failed." He said, stepping down the stairs. His eyes were green I realized. Elaborate tattoos curled down his bare arms and disappeared beneath black leather and metal. His voice had the same accent as the other man. "I suggest leaving while you can."
The elf moved as if to speak with me when the soldier grabbed his arm.
"You're going nowhere slave!" He hissed. The elf whipped around, the tattoos glowed blue. Lyrium? I realized and then sucked in my breath as the elf literally pushed his hand through the man's chest. In a heartbeat, blood was bubbling around the soldier's lips and he collapsed. The elf withdrew his hand, the gauntlet with its sharp spiked fingers dyed red.
"I am no slave." The elf snarled at the dead body at his (bare) feet. Carver's hands went to his greatsword and I put my hand on his arm, shaking my head firmly. The elf hadn't attacked and technically just saved our lives. He turned to me and I lifted my chin. He was only a little taller – and leaner than Anders. He looked distracted and anxious.
"When I asked Anso to find me a distraction, I didn't expect them to be so numerous." He said, displeased. I frowned and rotated to follow his pacing.
"I see. You were behind… this?" I said, gesturing to the dead around me.
"Indeed. I am Fenris. The hunters were trying to drive me into the open and crude as their methods were, I could not face them alone." The elf – Fenris – said. "They were trying to recover a magisters lost property – namely myself. Thankfully, Anso chose well."
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back at the dead with added disdain.
"If they were slavers than I am glad I helped." I said truthfully, calm as ever.
He surveyed me with wary, contemplative eyes.
"…May I ask what was in the chest? The one they kept in the house?" Fenris asked, looking hopeful.
"It was empty." I said, tilting my head curiously.
"I suppose it was too much to hope for." He murmured.
"What did you think was in it?"
"It was bait, nothing else."
His voice was sharp and I did not pry.
"You could have just asked." I murmured.
"At that point I didn't know if I could trust you." Fenris said and walked over to the dead captain. Kneeling, Fenris rifled through his pockets. With a small grunt of satisfaction, he pulled out a letter. He didn't even glance at it but knew.
"It's as I thought. My old master-" He spat the word. "Is here in the city. I must confront him before morning – will you help me?"
I paused. What an abrupt turn things had taken. Moments ago it had only been a simple job. Now we face a magister? What I knew of Tevinter Magisters was bad news. They didn't know moral right from wrong. All they cared for was power. And that usually meant blood magic. Either way, this man kept Fenris as a slave and I didn't much care for blood magic.
"I will help you." I said and Carver snorted. I glanced at him and he looked unhappy. As he did with anything doing of magic. I almost wished he were drunk again.
"I will find a way to repay you I promise." Fenris said gravely.
"Lead the way."
X
Fenris brought us to a very decrypt old mansion. It smelled of dust and decay. And it was giving off a deathly feeling only I seemed to sense. Which meant magic. I nodded to Fenris who was standing at the door, listening.
"I have heard nothing from within. Danarius might already know we're here." He murmured to me. I nodded, feeling unease at imaging what a cornered magister might come to.
"Might as well just get this over with." Varric grumbled and I bowed my head in agreement. I glanced at Owen. His hackles were up – he was uneasy, knowing there were enemies about – but he looked at me, confused. There were enemies within but he didn't know how to react.
This was ill favored.
Fenris opened the door and he strode in. My companions and I followed more slowly. Owen yelped suddenly and the door slammed shut behind us. Carver whirled and immediately attempted to open it.
"Damn it!" He shouted, yanking his hand back when it burned him. That's when the shades attacked. I didn't think. There was no time. I grabbed my brother's hand and ignoring his struggles, froze the burn. I whirled on the shades. Varric was swearing under his breath as the arrows only passed right through their incorporeal bodies. Carver was still trying to grasp his sword with the burns. Only Fenris seemed to be doing some damage – with the lyrium flowing through his veins he at least managed.
We would get overwhelmed soon.
I called the lightning to my palm and threw it. The bolt went straight throw a shade, disintegrating it to ash. I saw Fenris tense but made no notice. Instead I threw a ball of fire that jumped from one to another. The blade Fenris wielded cut through the burning shades with ease. The piles of dust and ash swirled in the aftermath of the battle. The elf whirled on me.
"You are a mage." He hissed, his eyes spiteful and angry. I was surprised but didn't show it.
"I am."
"And what do you want?" He snarled, followed but what I was sure was insults. Carver tensed beside me. I simply looked him in the eye and frowned, making my disapproval known.
"If I hadn't been here, you would have been overwhelmed and killed. Magic harms magic. I am not your master." I returned coolly and took Carver's hand again. The flesh was red and inflamed but it wasn't too bad.
"I don't like him Logan." Carver whispered in my ear and Varric talked to a fuming Fenris.
"I know Carver." I said gently. At this point, I didn't like him much either. But I was touched by his defensiveness. I carefully rubbed a salve into the wound and then wrapped it. He flexed his fingers and gave me a small smile. I returned it.
"We should get this over with." Fenris growled through clenched teeth.
"Look if you have a problem with my sister you have a problem with me." Carver snapped, striding past him. I appreciated the thought no matter how hopeless it was. Carver was inexperienced and hot headed. While he had size, Fenris was an experienced killer. I only followed my brother. Owen bared his teeth at Fenris as he passed.
More shades and rage demons. It left a foul taste in my mouth to see mages resorting to things like this. Lightening crackled and clapped in the room as bolts of it leapt from my fingers to strike the foul Fade creatures. That is when the Arcane horror appeared. Strong in magic, weak in constitution they were a forced to reckoned with it left to their own devices. Fenris didn't see it. A telekinetic prison wrapped itself around his body and I only noticed when I heard his cry of pain. I ran and slammed my staff into Fenris' stomach, knocking him out of the field and gritted my teeth when it turned its attention to me. I gathered the force and reflected it back at the arcane. The spell stunned the monster but didn't kill it. I deflected the plasma bolt with a staff strike and was forced into defending myself.
Fenris was the one who killed it. He only glared at me when it was dead. I ignored him again and shifted the dust with the toe of my boots. The glimmer of a key caught my attention. I kneeled and touched it quickly. The metal was smooth and cool. I picked it up warily and Fenris looked down at me.
"It's the key to Danarius' door." He affirmed coldly. I handed it to him and he made to unlock the door. When it creaked open, me in the foreground to block any spells, it was empty. Fenris made a series of curses in a language I came to know as Tevinter.
"Gone. I had hoped… Never mind. I need air. Take whatever you want." Fenris said and brushed past. Varric immediately went to look at the items the magister left behind. Carver took Owen and joined him. I turned around slightly to watch Fenris leave, not even sure why.
His shoulders were tight and hunched as he walked away. I felt regret that I could not help him, no matter how much he hated me.
AN: So, almost 6k words this chapter and right after the next.
Sorry for the long wait! Read and Review please!
It gives me motivation!
-Triade.
