(Author's Note: Okay as promised here's the next update. I know I said Saturday but well…too bad I'm bored and need to write. You're probably going to start thinking who? what? where? with this chapter because it has a completely different character than the last 3 parts. Don't worry he is relevant. You'll see if you read it properly. Now for my one review:

Dahlia: I named her Infinity exactly because of the meaning. It's a cool name. I mean Infinity Skye; it's a freedom name. Okay so I was flicking through the dictionary and spotted it (gives sheepish grin) Besides she's half witch and half dragon so the dragon side is gonna like the Infinity part because of the limitless endless powerful freedom it represents and the witch side well Skye is like sky so it's a nature name aswell. Gryphon is called Gryphon mainly coz that's his shifter form. Well okay he's an eagle but gryphons were part eagle. I can't say whether Ash will make an entrance but Quinn pops up every now and then and Rashel is coming in soon because she's Infinity's fighting trainer. And Thierry. Apart from those it mainly concentrates on Infinity and Gryphon.  I'll try and write in paragraphs but my punctuation sucks so beware.

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Curtis Lloyd was a good man. He worked hard to earn the money his family needed, went to church on a Sunday, was a kind and loving father to his kids, and a faithful husband to his wife.

So how come he was here slaving away in this filthy quarry, with the sun bearing down on him baking him dry? How come no matter what he did his kids hated him? How come when he went to church the Reverend looked at him like he was vermin that needed exterminating? And how come his bitch of a wife was sleeping with his brother? He shook his head grimly as he thrust the shovel through the dirt. It was because someone had printed doormat on his forehead at birth. And there was nothing people loved more than to abuse someone who just sat there and took it.

He dug the shovel in harder, arm and shoulders shaking briefly with rage. Then he stopped. Gave a strange smile. No dammit. He wouldn't take this shit lying down anymore. There were a thousand and one better jobs out there than this, and Jane and the kids could go screw themselves. He'd get a divorce. Sure he'd probably have to pay child support, but to be free of their nagging and squabbling was worth that. Heck maybe he's even splash out on a few prostitutes of his own and give this adultery business a try. That'd give the old hags in church something to gossip about.

He was just flinging his shovel down; preparing some choice words in his mind to tell the foreman where he could stick his job; when the ground opened in front of him with an almighty crack and something shot out grabbing him by the throat and slamming him into the dirt. 'How ironic' he thought to himself with an oddly peaceful smile as the thing proceeded to rip him to shreds alive in gory fountains of blood. The last thought that passed through his mind was 'You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't.'