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Porter ran his tongue over his lips looking straight down the barrel of the gun. "If you're going to shoot me, you should do it now."

"There's been enough bloodshed," Arthur growled but cocked the gun back. "Don't make me shoot."

"That's too bad," Porter chuckled and he glanced over at Sophia who stood frozen looking at him. He winked at her and with a swing of his scythe dirt was thrust into the air, forming a large sandstorm that took over the small area.

Sophia was quick to react, she moved quickly through the dust when the loud clashing of metal could be heard. Only for a brief second, she turned to see through the dust, and there stood Porter, the scythe just inches away from the Prince. Francis however, was in front of him, the two of them struggling for dominance.

"Wh-Who is he?" Alfred whispered staring at the man as Sophia quickly tugged on his sleeve.

"There is no time for questions! Let's go!" She started to drag him away as Alfred spared a second glance only to see Porter move away from the two. Then he turned on his heels and ran with his aunt and Matthew.

Metal striking against metal filled the air, but Sophia didn't look back. "You two head to the river, I have to go for your aunt."

"You want to go alone?" Matthew frowned turning toward Sophia and slowing down furrowing his eyebrows. "We can go with you-"

"You two have caused me enough trouble for one day," she snapped and glared ahead of her, although they knew it was meant for them. "You both head to the river if May and I are not there by sunset you two run." Sophia abruptly stopped and turned toward the road that led home, then back at her boys, who paused staring at her. "I'll be fine, you two need to go." She could see the fear that lingered behind their eyes, and she felt her chest tighten.

"But Aunt-" Matthew tried to say, but she inhaled deeply raising her chin a little higher. Matthew fell silent and clenched his jaw, then tugged on Alfred's arm.

Alfred didn't move for a moment, "If you don't come by sunset we're going to go and find you."

"Don't," Sophia muttered. "If we're dead it's not something you need to see."

"You're the only family we have left!" Alfred snapped and pulled away from his brother. "Why can't you just let us help you?" he shouted, his hands clenched into fists and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Because it's my job to protect you!" Sophia said and prodded her finger into his chest making him take a few steps back "You will do as I say. Do I make myself clear?" she whispered with a growl.

"Alfred," Matthew said sternly and this time tugged on his arm harder. "Let's go."

Sophia didn't break eye contact with Alfred, his blue eyes glossed over, and just as she was about to tell him to leave he enveloped her in a hug. Her breath caught in her throat as she was pressed against his shoulder. "You're not going to die," Alfred said through clenched teeth. "You will see us at the river."

Sophia closed her eyes, her eyebrows knitted trying to hold back the tears that welled up. She slowly wrapped her arms around him. Though he wasn't her son, she loved him like a mother. "We will see you there," she whispered and pulled away kissing his forehead. She turned to Matthew and he looked down, only for her to kiss his forehead and traced her fingers over his cheek. "Both of you go, take care of each other, okay?"

The two of them nodded before quickly headed for the looming forest in the distance. Sophia stood there for a moment and then turned heading down the path toward home.


"Majesty are you alright?" Francis asked as he panted holding his sword out in front of him.

"I'm...I'm fine," Arthur replied as he felt the blood drip down his cheek. He touched a small cut beneath his eye that had been left by the sudden sandstorm. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the man, "Who are you?" Arthur asked again.

"I've told you, I'm just a traveler," Porter chuckled and leaned his head to the side. "Although it seems I underestimated your little dog here," he hummed staring at Francis who glared at him.

Arthur clenched his jaw, "We aren't here to play games! You've raised your weapon against the monarchy, and you've used magic when it's forbidden!"

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Porter laughed and sighed shaking his head. "You elites are all the same. Just because you have a smidge of magic, you think you're above everyone and everything." He swung his scythe carelessly over his shoulder and leaned down. "Well, let me inform you of something your majesty, death does not discriminate."

Francis glared at him as the runes on his swords began to glow. "I will not allow you to touch him!"

Arthur held his breath looking at Porter, his cold eyes then seemed to relax and he stood up with a shrug. "I have no intention of hurting anyone today," he said, although he glanced at the soldier he killed earlier. "Well, I had none." He chuckled, "Now if you excuse me, I'll be on my way." With a swift swing of his scythe dirt picked up once again and Francis held up his arm, struggling to see in front of him.

"Your Majesty I'll go after him!" Francis shouted.

"Don't," Arthur said and with a wave of his arm, a gust of wind cleared out the dust as easily as it appeared. "We have to recuperate."

Francis stood down and turned to Arthur seeing the cut on his cheek. He clenched his jaw, "I'm-"

"I'm fine," Arthur said before the other could apologize. "Gather the men that are left and scattered. I'm sure my father and brothers would like to hear of this." Francis nodded and bowed before he walked off to gather the others.

Arthur stared at where the man had been when he saw something sticking out from the ground. He frowned and walked over picking it up, he shook off the dirt and inscribed was a word. "Tystnad?" he spoke out loud, but the papers suddenly burst into flames into his hand. He quickly dropped the paper, hissing when pain shot up his arm. He looked down at it and saw that a distinct marking had appeared on his hand. It seemed like a tangle of lines swirling into one line, with the phases of the moon outside the curved lines, and a large flame in the middle.

His stomach turned to knots and he stuffed his hand into his pocket hearing Francis call for him.


Sophia could see the house in the distance, her heart beating against her chest. It didn't seem as if the army had made it outside of the town to the farmlands. But that didn't stop her from worrying as she jumped over the large front gate with ease. She ran to the front door and tried to open it, but it seemed stuck. She took a step back before with a swift kick the door was thrown in and she rushed in. "MAY!" she shouted.

She quickly ducked the next second, a stick going over her head as it clashed with the wooden frame of the doorway. She turned slightly, ready to punch whoever had swung at her, but she realized it had been May. "S-Sophia?" her sister whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

"May, what are you doing?" Sophia asked standing up and hugging her sister, kissing the top of her head.

"I, I thought you were one of the soldiers," May whispered dropping the broom. She pulled away and then pinched her sister's cheek, "You could have knocked, instead of breaking down the door and scaring me like that."

Sophia chuckled, "Sorry, but we have to go."

"Why?" May asked and then looked behind her. She quickly stared at her sister, "Where are the boys?"

"Don't worry, they headed to the river," Sophia said softly. "We have to go. I don't know if they're still looking for us." May nodded and turned to grab a bag on an old wooden chair. "What's in there?" Sophia asked looking down at it.

"Dinner," May replied, "I didn't know what was going to happen when the boys left. So I panicked and packed it."

Sophia opened her mouth to say something but shook her head, "Okay, come on," she chuckled. She turned when a figure appeared before her and she quickly took a defensive stand.

"Sorry," Porter said with a half smile, "Didn't mean to scare you." Sophia sighed out in relief and quickly walked over to hug him. "Were you hurt?" he asked kissing the top of her head.

"I'm fine," she said and turned toward May who smiled embracing Porter as well. "We're both fine," she said and touched her sisters head.

"What about those two young men from earlier?" Porter asked.

"Those are our nephews, we told them to meet us by the river," she said and glanced back toward the village. "We should probably go and meet them now before they do something stupid again."

May smiled and wrapped her arm around Sophia's, "You coming?" she asked Porter.

"Of course, I have to protect my elders," he smiled.

"Watch it," Sophia muttered.

"Alfred, sit down," Matthew muttered the umpteenth time as he washed his face in the flowing water. "We just have to wait."

"How are you not worried?" Alfred snapped and kicked a large rock which skipped across the river and hit a tree, creating a dent.

"I am worried, but if you keep doing things like that we will be found," he stood up dusting himself off. "We promised her we would stay here until she showed up."

Alfred groaned and ran his hands through his hair just as they heard the crunching of leaves and voices. The two of them froze, straining to listen. "They have to be somewhere along here," Sophia said. Their eyes met and they smiled as they headed straight toward the voice.

"Aunt Sophia! Aunt May!" Alfred shouted moving aside some brush and seeing the two older women accompanied by the man from earlier. He hesitated, Matthew right behind him as they both eyed the strange man.

"Stand down boys," Sophia said as she helped May down from the steep hill they had been going down. "He's our friend." She looked at them as they visibly relaxed and May quickly embraced both of them, taking each of them by the cheek.

"You two better not scare me like that again," she said and they smiled down at the smaller woman, but Matthew quickly turned to stare at the man again.

"Who are you?" Matthew asked.

Porter smiled and extended his hand, "I'm Porter, It's a pleasure to meet you." Matthew glanced down at his hand but didn't take it up.

"Matthew don't be rude," May whispered.

"It's fine, they are just protective," Porter smiled. "Although, I have to say thank you to you and your brother. You two did me a great favor in creating that distraction when you did. It gave me a chance to escape and catch them off guard."

"What happened?" Sophia asked.

"I was passing through town when things took a turn for the worse. Some soldier was harassing a small girl, and when some locals tried to protect her things turned messy," Porter looked away sadly. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Just the past few days I've been back in this country I've heard of countless similar stories happening all in the same way, with some degree of variation." Sophia frowned and turned to May who looked down at the ground and held her sisters hand tightly. "This country is going to hell," he said deeply sighing, "But, you boys are incredibly strong. We could use someone like you two."

"We? Use?" Sophia repeated and stared at Porter. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

"I'm a part of the rebellion known as Tystnad, or Silence, we are here to protect the people. To create a new era where we can all use magic-"

"Stop," Sophia raised her hand and stepped in front of the other three. "I will not allow you to fill their heads with such nonsense. It's bad enough that they have such power, for them to use it to harm others is out of the question. And, for you to use it," she clenched her jaw looking Porter up and down. "You should be ashamed."

"Teacher, I'm not here to hurt anyone," he said quickly. "I'm here to bring magic back to the people. We shouldn't be oppressed by the few who have the freedom of using magic. We should be able to defend ourselves and not live in fear because we are powerless."

"There are rules for a reason," Sophia whispered.

"To slaughter us like sheep?" Porter said and his fists clenched. "You saw how they were simply going to execute those men! They were innocent! They were just trying to protect their own!"

"Don't you dare talk to her like that," Matthew said stepping forward, but Sophia raised her hand.

"You know about the war of the North, they used monsters," Porter whispered. "They slaughtered those men like nothing, they were completely defenseless against them because they had magic. How do you know that won't happen in this country as well?"

"I'm not letting my boys put themselves out there like that," Sophia said.

"Why not?" Alfred asked and Sophia turned to him. "You saw what those men were willing to do to us, just because we had magic. And those men who didn't have magic, they were going to kill them because they could."

"I'm not going to let you," Sophia said sternly.

"If it means we can protect you and Aunt May, then why not? Isn't that what you always told us? If we have to use our gift, then it better be for good."

"Alfred this is more complicated than that," Sophia tried to explain.

"But this is a cause worth fighting for," Alfred said quickly. "A way we can protect what we have," he said and took her hand. "We can protect our family this way."

"Alfred this is all very political," May whispered. "This isn't good against evil, because it isn't black and white. There is a large space of gray, and we never want you to have to be in a situation where it means life and death for you, or for someone else."

Alfred turned to Matthew, "Come on, you have to see what I'm seeing here."

Matthew was silent looking at his brother, then at his aunts, then turned toward the man. "You have weapons magic," he said quietly. "Yet, you call our aunt your teacher. She doesn't deal with weapons magic."

"Your right, your aunt has taught you body manipulation, but magic is like any other skill. You can learn it, but if you don't work on it, you lose it. Some people have natural talents for certain magic, as you boys have a talent for body manipulation, I'm better at weapons magic." Porter pressed his palms together as a short dagger appeared with runes inscribed on them. "I do know body manipulation, but I prefer to use weapons."

Matthew nodded quietly, "Are there more like you?"

"Of course, there are people who deal with various magic. Although, none have been as talented as your aunt when it comes to body manipulation or you two for that matter. Must run in the family."

"Matthew…" May whispered.

"Will you teach us then?" Matthew asked stepping towards him. "Teach us more magic. We want to become stronger. To protect."

"Matthew you don't have to do this," Sophia whispered.

"We don't have to, but we want too," Alfred excitedly said. He turned to Porter with a large grin, "Will you?"

Porter nodded, "Of course, I'm sure the rest of my friends would love to show you what they know. There is a temporary base camp not too far from here we can go to." May glanced at Sophia worriedly. "You can't exactly go home right now," Porter pointed out.

Sophia took a deep breath closing her eyes, "Fine," she muttered and held her sisters hand tightly. "Let's go."


"A letter has arrived," Mathias said, casually handing it to Berwald who sat in his study. However, he noticed the apprehensive look on his face. "It looks like it's from your family," he added and Berwald let his shoulders relax as he took the letter.

He flipped it over to see his family seal in wax and his jaw clenched, it had been a few days since Natalya was here, and he had been receiving ominous letters. One of them containing the severed paw of a dog. He slid his fingers underneath it and popped it open, removing the card inside. Mathias stood beside him anxiously as well, "It's a wedding invitation," Berwald said and closed his eyes for a moment. Relief washing over his body.

"Oh? For who?" Mathias asked with a small smile as he leaned against the large wooden desk.

"Rasmus," Berwald said, a small smile going over his face recalling how he talked about his future wedding plans. "Although it's going to be in the capital," he murmured.

"I don't think Tino has ever been to the capital," Mathias pointed out as he pursed his lips.

"It's crowded and full of pampered people," Berwald said and laid the invitation down. He clasped his hands together and looked down at the card, his eyebrows furrowing more. "Perhaps we shouldn't go."

"Berwald this is your brother," Mathias crossed his arms, frowning. "He would be upset if you don't go."

He knew Mathias was right, but he clicked his tongue, "You remember how they are don't you?" Berwald asked glancing at his cousin. "They will berate Tino, whisper all sorts of things about him…"

"What do you care?" Mathias asked as he stood up, "Not like any of them are going to say it to your face. Or to his face for that matter. It's not only social suicide but suicide in itself. Don't you remember when someone insulted your mother about her mark?"

Berwald scoffed, "My father overreacted."

"Don't act like you wouldn't do the same," Mathias said.

"Throwing someone off the roof for insulting your wife is a little far," Berwald said and leaned back in his chair tapping his fingers on the chair. "I just don't think it would be best for him."

"For him, or for you?" Mathias asked pushing himself up from the desk and headed for the door. "Remember, this is also about your brother. I'm sure if you tell Tino, he would be more than excited to go."

"Of course he'll be excited," Berwald glanced away from his cousin. "But it's the other people I'm worried about."

"They want to insult your wife, then they live up to the consequences. I'm sure you've proven that enough, right?" Mathias said opening the door and walking out.

Berwald sat there clenching his jaw and rubbed his temples. Not only did he not want Tino to feel uncomfortable, but the possibility of danger was there. Someone was becoming bold, sending him severed paws, who knows what they would send next. Or who. He got up from his desk slipping the invitation into his pocket as he headed out to the garden.

He made his ways downstairs and to the large glass doors that led outside. Tino outside playing with Hana as he threw the stick and she would run for it, her little feet kicking up specs of dirt as she ran back carrying the large stick in her mouth. Tino chuckled taking the stick from her mouth and scooping her up letting her lick his face. Berwald leaned against the door, smiling to himself as he watched him. As beautiful as the day he met him, and his smile never ceased to warm his chest.

However, his smile fell slightly as he gripped the letter in his pocket. For something to happen to Tino again, his chest ached and his jaw hurt. He had to close his eyes for a few moments, "He's here, he's safe," he had to mutter to himself like a mantra. It was the same mantra he had been telling himself for days since the letters had started arriving, vague threats and promises. "He's here, he's safe."

Berwald opened the door moments later and Tino glanced over picking up Hana and smiling brightly at him. "Did you come to play fetch too?"

He shook his head as he leaned down slightly kissing his cheek, little Hana wiggling happily in Tino's arms to give Berwald some kisses as well. He pulled out the invitation, "We've been invited to the capital for Rasmus' wedding."

"A wedding?" Tino asked and his eyes got big. "In the capital?" His smile got bigger as he set Hana down, "Th-that's amazing! When will we be going?"

"It's in two weeks," Berwald replied, "But if you don't want to go-"

"Why wouldn't I want to go?" Tino asked with a small chuckle. "I've never been to the capital before! And I would get to see everyone again, why would you think that?" Tino stared at Berwald as he glanced away and his smile faltered a little. "Berwald?"

Berwald put his hands on Tino's shoulders letting them slide down his arms to grab his hands. "The people there can be...rude," he murmured and furrowed his eyebrows trying to find a way to convey his thoughts. "Worse than my mother," he added.

"But Lovisa and I get along so well now," Tino laughed and held Berwald's hands holding them up to his chest. "I'm not worried." Although he noticed it didn't seem to convince his husband. His eyelids lowered and he leaned up kissing his lips tenderly, "It'll be okay," he whispered. "This is for Rasmus."

Berwald sighed and nodded kissing his lips again, "Alright then, I'll make arrangements for us." Tino smiled widely and he nodded, but he paused and frowned slightly, "What will I wear?" Berwald raised an eyebrow before chuckling as Tino seemed genuinely worried about the matter.

"We will go into town and have a tailor make your clothes, how about that?" Berwald suggested. Tino was satisfied with that as he then picked up the stick to play with Hana once again, who waited patiently looking at the other two. Berwald excused himself heading back inside where Mathias was waiting. Berwald nodded towards him, Mathias smiling. "Any news back from Natalya?"

"Yes, they've made it safely back," Mathias replied. "She ended up having five join her party including Elizaveta, and Gilbert the raven."

Berwald shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to look back outside at Tino who played freely with Hana. If turning to the people who've hated you for years was her best course of action, then what was the real threat? To attack is the best defense, his father used to tell him. Was this really the route they wanted to go? This would either work out well or blowback in ways they couldn't possibly imagine.


Her heels clicked against the tile floor of the castle as she made her way to the small room, the guards letting her through easily. Natalya walked in without hesitation and she saw Yekaterina sitting up, a bandage around her face, their mother sitting beside her, and Ivan off to the side leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Natalya," Svetlana whispered and stood up to go and hug her daughter. "I had no idea you were back."

"I didn't want too much attention," she said embracing her mother.

"Did you come back with anyone?" Ivan asked as he stood up.

"I came back with five," Natalya replied, "I have them ready to meet you."

Ivan nodded as he let his arms fall, but Natalya stared at the three of them. When she walked in, it was as if their conversation had come to an abrupt halt. "Did something happen while I was away?" she asked.

Svetlana pulled away from her daughter and glanced away, "We don't want you to worry, Natalya."

"What happened?" Natalya asked narrowing her eyes, looking from her mother to Ivan. "Ivan."

"We found a message," Ivan began, "It was at the bottom of mother's cup."

"A message?" Natalya frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I was having tea with Yekaterina, the maid brought in the tea as usual," Svetlana whispered as she took a seat at the edge of Yekaterina bed, her sister reaching out and grabbing her hand. "When I was going to drink my tea, it smelled off to me. I thought perhaps they didn't brew it right, and the maid offered to take it back. She did, but I assume she took a sip of it on her way back to the kitchen because the guards found her dead. My teacup had been laced with poison and on the bottom of the cup the word, Myteri."

"What does that mean?" Natalya asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"It means Mutiny in Sevali," Ivan whispered, "But that's not all. In the kitchen, there was a note left hanging on the back of the door. It said only one family will be left standing."

Natalya furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't understand."

"I think they are trying to frame the Oxenstiernas," Ivan replied and ran his hands through his hair. "Our grandparents had a feud, they must think it's still going on." He sighed, "Whatever the case may be, we will need to heighten our security here."

"Did they find out who made the tea?" Natalya asked looking at her mother.

Svetlana shook her head, "The cooks said it was the maid who made the tea, but if she had poisoned it then I don't understand why she would drink it." Natalya clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Why don't we go meet the ones you bought?" Ivan asked.

Natalya nodded and kissed her mother's forehead walking out of the room without another word.

Gilbert looked around the giant hall, his hands shoved in his pockets and his jaw slightly opened, gawking at the lavish decorations. The tapestry hung from the high ceilings, expensive statues and vases lined the hall, and a plush red carpet leads all the way to two chairs at the end of the hall. Elizaveta noticed the decorations, but she also noticed the guards. It seemed they passed twenty just by going through the short hallway from the door to where they were. "They look pretty tough," Gilbert muttered.

"Well, I doubt all of them have magic," Elizaveta said although she looked down at her faded green dress. Several patches covered the holes in it, along with her shoes being worn down so much that they seemed like they would fall apart at any moment - she felt incredibly underdressed for being in such a place.

"Didn't think you two would be coming along," they heard and turned to see a young man, his hair was shoulder length and strawberry blonde, as he flashed them a smile with sharp canines twinkling. His arm slinging across her shoulder as she playfully scoffed.

"What brought you here then, Vlad? The money?" she asked and poked his forehead.

"What else?" he hummed and shrugged. "But, at least we have good company, right Nikola?" he asked. A man who was speaking to a younger girl turned towards him. He had short dark brown hair with bangs parted down the middle, and he nodded in agreement, although they were all sure he didn't hear what Vlad had said. Vlad laughed just as a guard told them something in a different language they didn't understand.

"What did he say?" Gilbert asked frowning at him. Elizaveta shook her head and turned toward a large door that opened at the end of the corridor, with Natalya walking through alongside a man. Gilbert whistled lowly, "He's almost as tall as the Duke," he muttered.

Natalya cleared her throat, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is King Ivan of Serdste, also known as my older brother," she smiled. Vlad quickly straightened out and took his arm off, even Gilbert stood straight up looking at him.

"It's a pleasure," Ivan said placing his hand over his chest. "I know in the past our people haven't had a great relationship, but I hope with this we can push forward to start anew again."

"Thank you for the chance," Elizaveta said and bowed towards him, followed by the rest.

"Good, unfortunately, we don't have time for formal introductions. We will be holding a banquet tonight. Please be prompt to dinner by seven," Natalya smiled and clasped her hands together. "Then we'll start training in the morning."

"Training?" Vlad asked raising an eyebrow exchanging looks with Nikola.

"Yes, you're here as part of a protection, you need to train in order to do so," Natalya replied.

"Train how?" Gilbert asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Your physical along with your magical abilities. First, we'll have to determine where you stand, then we'll go from there. But, that won't be until tomorrow, for now, you will be escorted to your rooms by Torris." She extended her arm, motioning to a man standing behind the five.

He smiled and waved at them, his short brown hair cut into a bob as he also wore a formal military uniform. "Please follow me, I'll be leading to your quarters now. Men and women will be separated, and have separate bathing times. We do ask you don't roam around the castle as we are on high alert at the moment," Torris explained. They all agreed as they followed him out of the large throne room.

They walked into a large hallway where windows lined up with their curtains pulled back and showing the last streams of light of the day. Elizaveta glanced over, quietly admiring the large mountains and greenery when she noticed a particularly large creature heading straight towards the castle. It seemed far away though and she paused in her footsteps staring out the window.

"What?" Gilbert asked noticing she had stopped walking and turned to look outside the window as well. He stepped back immediately, "Is...that what I think it is?"

"Oh, I want to see!" Vlad said excitedly and jumped over to the window as well with Nikola following, followed by the small girl. They stared at the large creature only became bigger the closer it got.

"That would be one of the dragons," Torris said walking toward the window as the majestic creature flew right past it.

"You mean...they weren't joking..about dragons," Gilbert whispered and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Of course not," Torris replied, but turned on his heel, "Now please follow me. There will be plenty of time to see the dragons, for now, we have to get you situated." Gilbert glanced over at Elizaveta who stared out the window, her lips slightly parted in a barely noticeable smile, on hand over her chest as her eyelids lowered.

"It is possible…" she whispered.


I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Now, time to clear some things up.

When referring that snakes can turn into dragons actually comes from Slavic folklore, it is said that when a snake lives up to 50-100 year old they can transform into a dragon. I've seen the myths vary some say it could be as young as 8-16. I just want to weave this into the world and give tribute to the culture.

Link: can-snake-become-a-dragon-slavic-legends-say-yes

As for the last chapter, and referring to future chapters, the dragon Qui Nir, he does actually come from Chinese folklore. The great dragon has nine sons, with Qui NIr being the oldest and known for music.

Link: wiki/Nine_sons_of_the_dragon

If any of this is wrong and you wish to correct me, please go right ahead. I'm always open to learning about other cultures!

I hope you leave a review for this chapter telling me what you like, or what you don't. Thank you!