Daphne

Daphne broke into a run as soon as she was through the tree line. The memory of Luke greeting her after she was claimed, being the first person to ever call her 'sister', was now forever tainted by his betrayal. Daphne knew a lot of people, like Percy and Annabeth, had forgiven Luke because he'd eventually been the hero of the first great prophecy and saved them all, but Daphne hadn't. She didn't know if she'd ever forgive him.

The oldest of her brothers, Luke had been the one to put in the most effort to make her feel welcome when she was just a scared little 10 year old. As the years had gone by and more demigods around her age had been claimed, she had stopped relying so much on Luke and instead became close to more of her siblings. Still, he had been a year-rounder, like her. She remembered when he had organised a surprise party for her 11th birthday. She remembered how he taught her how to wield a sword. She remembered how he had held her up, calling her the hero of the Hermes cabin, the first time she had been the one to carry the flag over the river.

All of those memories were tainted now, even if they had happened before he'd gone on his stupid quest and decided to hate their dad.

It wasn't just memories of him that were tainted now. Memories of her older sister, Amelia, and her younger brothers, Aaron and Julian, were tainted too. They had been killed, Aaron in the Battle of the Labyrinth and Amelia and Julian in the Battle of Manhattan. She knew that demigods often lived very short lives, but these deaths were so unnecessary. Without the first war Amelia might have gone to college. Without Luke's betrayal Aaron might have learnt how to drive a car. If it weren't for Luke convincing other demigods to join the Titan's, Julian would have been able to land that apprenticeship he was always going on about, Daphne was sure.

Suddenly running wasn't enough to stop her from exploding. She stopped and twisted her caduceus pendant on her bracelet. Her sword sprang to life in her hand. Daphne wasted no time, positioning herself in a basic attack stance and swinging her sword against an imaginary monster. She moved from stance to stance fluidly, beginning with easy moves and gradually moving to more difficult drills.

Having her sword in her hand again felt incredible. She moved as if the sword was an extension of herself. With every swing she imagined herself destroying a monster she'd fought, or one she'd seen kill another demigod. She moved through the motions against an imaginary hellhound, the one that had killed her sister Rose in the Battle of Half-blood Hill. She fought furiously against the dracaena that had killed Aaron. She slaughtered the Laistrygonian giants that had killed Amelia and Julian.

By the time she reached that part of her drills, she was using her surroundings too. Laestrygonians were so big that in order to cut off their imaginary heads Daphne was climbing the surrounding trees and leaping from the branches.

Daphne only stopped when it began to get too dark for her to see. She had excellent vision, courtesy of her father, but she couldn't see in the pitch black dark. The rapidly darkening sky made her trip out of the woods much slower than her trip in had been. By the time she came back to the house, Bella and Edward were looking worried. Charlie was downright frantic.

"Oh Daphne," he said with obvious relief when she walked through the door. "Are you alright? Where were you?"

"I'm ok, Charlie. I just needed to let off some steam. I lost track of time. I promise I'm alright."

"Where have you been?" Charlie asked again, more stern now that it was clear she was ok.

"I was in the woods."

"The woods?!" Charlie's face began turning red. "I don't want you going out in the woods, do you hear me? Especially not on your own."

Daphne was surprised by Charlie's anger.

"Why not?"

"There are dangerous animals out in the woods. There's been a lot of disappearances in the last few years. Charlie's right, it's not safe."

Charlie turned to Edward, apparently stunned that he was backing him up. Daphne was surprised too. She supposed it made Bella's reaction when she'd first asked about tracks in the woods make sense. Still, Daphne felt her suspicions grow. Was this really the work of a dangerous animal, or had a monster decided to make its home in the woods?

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I didn't know. I was just talking to Bella and Edward and we touched on a topic that I'm-" she paused, searching for the right word. "Sensitive about. I needed to let off some steam."

Charlie turned to Edward suspiciously, as if it were all his fault.

"What did you say to her?" He snapped accusingly.

"It wasn't them, Charlie," Daphne interjected quickly. "They were asking about my old school and it reminded me of my brother who died."

Charlie's head whipped around so fast Daphne was sure he'd get whiplash. His face was slack with shock. Daphne had a much easier time pushing down her feelings of betrayal this time, exhausted as she was. She watched as Charlie opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"Daphne," he said eventually. "I'm so- I had no idea. I didn't-"

"It's ok, Charlie," Daphne interrupted him, speaking softly.

Charlie was quiet for a few moments more, looking into Daphne's eyes. Warmth flushed through her. This man, her uncle, was more of a father to her than anyone else, even though she'd only known him a few weeks.

Charlie turned to Bella. "Is this why you wanted to visit your mother so suddenly?"

Bella nodded. "Talking with Daphne made me realise how important you and mom are to me. I haven't seen her properly in a long time."

The living room went silent. After about a minute, Charlie spoke.

"Ok Bells. You can go and visit her this weekend. I won't try to stop you."

"Thank you, dad," Bella said softly. Then she turned to Daphne. "I don't know if you feel like eating, Daph, but there's leftover stroganoff in the kitchen if you want it."

Daphne smiled.

"Thanks, Bells," she replied, mimicking Bella's use of a nickname. "That sounds lovely."

Daphne struggled to sleep that night, eventually drifting off into an uneasy sleep. She dreamed of when she was 10, living on the streets before she had been found and taken to Camp Half Blood.

She stared up at the beautiful, ornate house in front of her. She'd heard the other street kids talking about how the person who owned this place was some rich lawyer who liked to splash their cash around. It was said there were enough expensive jewels and trinkets in there that a kid could have enough money to eat for a month if they only came out with a handful of things. Of course, no one had dared try, considering the owner was a lawyer. The street kids were hungry and feral, but none of them wanted to go to jail. Daphne included.

Still, she had always been the best of them at stealing things, and right now she was desperate. She hadn't been able to eat for 3 days now, and such a treasure trove was proving to be irresistible.

Daphne glanced around. The street was busy and many people walking past were looking at her suspiciously. They were all dressed in fancy clothes with shiny jewellery and pretty bags. Daphne's dirty face and worn clothes made it clear she did not belong there. She turned and walked along the street, trying her best to stick to the shadows. She slipped down the alleyway next to the great, multistory apartment and assessed what was there.

A small window was all she could see that might let her in. It looked like it was a bathroom window. There were other, bigger windows, but this was the only one on the first floor. She climbed the rubbish bins near it so she could reach the window and look more closely at it.

Damn it, Daphne thought. There was a lock on the window. Out of all the street kids, she seemed to be the luckiest when it came to locks. Any time she stole from a house or shop or car, the doors were always unlocked. It made a lot of the other street kids jealous, and they had stopped sharing food with her. They said she didn't need it because she was too lucky. That was stupid, Daphne had said, but they didn't budge. She knew they had a stash of food right now but they hadn't let her have any, which was part of the reason she hadn't eaten for so long.

Daphne put her hand over the lock and held her breath for a moment. Please be unlocked, she thought. Please please please.

Daphne gave the window an experimental tug. It moved! She pulled harder, and the window sprang free. Daphne released her breath in relief. Her luck was still there.

She climbed through the window and saw she was indeed in a bathroom. It was very pretty. The walls and floor were a grey black rock kind of tile and the taps on the sink, shower and bath were all shiny gold. Daphne stood and listened for a moment, but couldn't hear anyone. Silently, she slipped out of the bathroom. She was in a hall with a soft red carpet. Daphne's heart ached as she thought about how soft and nice it would be to lay down and sleep on this floor instead of whatever empty box she could find that was big enough for her to sleep in so that she didn't have to sleep directly on concrete under the bridge the street kids all lived under.

Pretty paintings and pictures hung on the walls. The hall seemed to end on her left so she turned to her right. She peeked into every room she passed, but only after carefully listening to see if there was someone inside. She passed a study and two bedrooms, all just as fancy as the rest of the house. The hallway turned, ending in a huge living room. One side of the room led to an entrance hall. Daphne could see through to the door she had seen on the street. Across from her looked like the kitchen. She eagerly crossed the fancy living room towards it.

The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was massive and very expensive looking. Daphne barely paid any attention to it though, instead going straight to the pantry. She helped herself to a box of crackers and checked out the fridge. She found some leftover chicken salad. She grabbed it, some cheese and went back to the pantry to grab the bread she'd seen. She set about making herself some sandwiches. The knife she used to cut the cheese was very heavy for a knife. It was so nice and sharp that it cut through the cheese like butter. Daphne admired the knife as she ate. It was silver and very shiny. She wondered if it was real silver. It probably was. Once she finished her sandwiches she put everything back the way she had found it. The knife, though, she cleaned and pocketted.

Once Daphne had rummaged through the kitchen and taken as much food as she thought she could without it being obvious she had been there, she set about exploring the rest of the house. Daphne was careful not to take too much. If she took enough that it was obvious a thief had been, selling what she stole would be dangerous. People would hear of the break in and pawn shops would refuse her. Plenty of people had seen her outside the house today too. If somebody recognised her, she could go to prison. She had to take just enough that whoever owned the place thought they had lost something when they couldn't find what she took.

Daphne found a backpack deep in one of the wardrobes. It wouldn't be missed. She put in all the fruits, vegetables and canned food she'd taken from the kitchen. She took a set of pearl earrings from one bedroom and an emerald necklace from another. There was a diamond necklace that Daphne was sure would be worth thousands, but she left it there. It was displayed proudly amongst all the other jewellery. There was no way the owner wouldn't notice if it went missing.

Upstairs she found two kids' bedrooms. She took some money from the money boxes they had, but still left most of it. One room had clothes about her size, so she took some. The thought of having clean clothes not full of holes made her so giddy that she changed into them straight away. She found a toy snake under the bed in one bedroom and took that too. Not to sell, but for her. It was very hard to find toys when you lived on the streets. Maybe this snake would protect her while she slept in her box. Most people were scared of snakes, afterall.

When her backpack was full and her hunger eased, Daphne went back down to the bathroom and climbed back out the window. She shut it behind her, confident no one would know she'd been there.

Daphne's dream changed.

It was a month later. She'd been able to get so much money selling what she'd stolen from the lawyer's house that she hadn't needed to steal anything since then. All the other street kids were so jealous that they'd kicked her out of their community under the bridge. She'd found a small tent at a garage sale and bought a nice thick blanket to keep her warm. Every night she would pack it all up into the backpack she'd taken and move somewhere else. Living in the same spot with a bunch of other kids was one thing, living on the streets by yourself was another. Daphne didn't miss the other kids, but there had been a sense of safety with them. Now she was alone.

Daphne wandered around the streets as the sun went down, trying to find somewhere she could set up her tent that felt safe. Well, nowhere ever felt safe, but some places felt safer than others. She turned down an alley but stopped immediately. There was someone standing there, straight and rigid, staring at her. He was hidden by shadows, so all Daphne could see was his silhouette. There was a silhouette of a giant dog on either side of him.

A sense of danger, stronger than Daphne had ever felt before, flooded her mind. She was about to turn and bolt when the man spoke.

"Hello Daphne."

Daphne froze. His voice was cold and full of malice.

"Who are you?" She asked. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry.

The man stepped forward, his huge dogs following.

Something began to happen with Daphne. It felt like her senses were opening up. She heard soft pawsteps behind her and knew without turning around that she was surrounded. She noticed the smell coming from the man. It smelt like rot and decay. Her eyes took in every single item in the alley way, assessing their potential as weapons or shields. Her hand went to her pocket, gripping the silver knife she now always kept there.

The man stepped into the light and Daphne's blood ran cold. The man was thin but muscular. He had greasy, soot coloured hair and wore a crown of what looked like small bones. That, combined with the tattered fur coat he wore that Daphne guessed was the source of the disgusting smell, made her stomach turn.

Daphne looked into his face and horror threatened to grip her. His skin was pale and pulled tightly over his face. He was smiling cruelly, showing that he had fangs. His eyes were glowing red. Daphne's grip on her knife tightened as her palms began to sweat. His dogs had glowing red eyes too.

"I am Lycaon. These are my sons. We have been hunting you for days now. You do move around a lot, don't you?"

Terror threatened to engulf Daphne. He had been hunting her? Daphne knew that this was no mugging attempt. They were here to kill her.

"Why?" She managed to choke out.

"Why?" Echoed Lycaon. "Because your scent is delicious, and I will taste your flesh. There is nothing so delicious as demigod flesh. Nothing so succulent as your fear smell." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"It saturates you. Tonight my sons and I will feast. Go, my children. Have your fill."

Daphne heard the beast behind her move. Instinctively she knew it was closer than the two in front of her. She spun around, pulling out her knife as she did so. It was in the air, pouncing at her. Daphne leapt sideways and slashed out with her knife as she did. The knife plunged into its side, raking all the way to its back leg as it flew past her. The beast howled.

"NO," Lycaon shouted, but he didn't move closer to her. The other dogs stayed back too. Perhaps they didn't expect her to have a weapon. Daphne wasn't sure.

"That's enough, Lycaon. Take your werewolves elsewhere or die," a voice behind her thundered.

Daphne turned and saw - well, she wasn't really sure what she was seeing. There were three men, except, they were only half men. The bottom half of them was shaggy and they had hooves instead of feet. Not to mention the horns they all had sprouting on their heads.

"You are not the only one who has been tracking her. The girl is under our protection. Leave." The three of them hefted heavy clubs threateningly.

Lycaon sneered at them. "You cannot hurt us, satyr. Your clubs cannot kill us. The girl will be ours, and we will kill you too."

"The girl's knife is silver," one of the Hoof Men said. "She is untrained and almost killed one of your werewolves. You may be immortal, but they are not."

Lycaon sneered and simply said, "Kill them."

The two uninjured dogs, or werewolves as the Hoof Man had called them, leapt into action immediately.

The Hoof Men jumped over the top of her, meeting them with their thick clubs. Daphne seemed to be aware of everything all at once. She ignored all the questions buzzing around her brain and focussed on the battle in front of her. Lycaon was sitting back, watching. The injured werewolf was starting to get up, although blood now soaked its side. Daphne slipped into the deepening shadows and silently made her way towards it. Her knife could hurt it, and based on what Lycaon and the Hoof Men said, it was the only thing that could. The injured werewolf paused its attempt to stand, sniffing the air in her direction. It knew she was there. Without pausing to think of the consequences Daphne leapt from the shadows and plunged her knife into the werewolf's neck. Its howl of pain was cut short and it exploded into dust.

Lycaon's howl of rage did not cut off. Terrified, Daphne ran back towards the Hoof Men, all of whom were now bleeding. The other two werewolves backed off at Lycaon's scream. Daphne reached the Hoof Men and hid behind them, peeking out from behind one of their shaggy legs.

"Leave, Lycaon," The Hoof Man said. "We have alerted the others. An extraction squad is nearly here. They will have silver."

Lycaon's ugly face twisted in rage. He looked more evil than anything Daphne had ever seen.

"We will have our revenge." He turned and looked Daphne straight in the eye. His glowing red eyes seemed to pin her to the spot. She trembled. "Watch yourself, girl. We will kill you one day."

He and his werewolves stepped backwards, seeming to melt into the shadows. They were gone. The Hoof Men all turned to Daphne, who took a step back. They were all very tall. She may have trusted them more than the werewolves but they were still covered in blood and had furry legs and horns. They were quite scary.

Before they could say anything Daphne heard a strange thump, thump, thump behind her. She turned and saw a group of flying ponies. If Daphne wasn't so scared she would have been beside herself with excitement. The sight of them did make her relax a little bit though.

The ponies landed and off jumped a few older kids all wearing armour and holding weapons. One of the boys was much older than the rest. He had sandy blonde hair and a scar running from the bottom of his eye down to his chin. His eyes were solid gold. When he spoke, his voice radiated milenia of suppressed malice.

"Don't forget, little sister. They are coming."

Daphne sat bolt upright in her bed, her sword in her hand. What she saw disoriented her for a moment. She wasn't in a dark alleyway covered in monster dust. She was in her bed in her and Bella's room in Forks. Daphne quickly twirled her sword over the back of her hand. It shrunk into her bracelet once again.

Slowly, Daphne lay back down. Her hand absentmindedly went to the bead on her neck naming all of her friends and siblings that had died in Second Titan War. She tried breathing deeply and calming her racing heart. While the dream had been a memory, it was also a demigod dream warning. Luke had been one of the kids to pick her up that day and take her to camp, but it was years before he had gone on his quest. He hadn't had his scar, he hadn't yet lost his easy going, mischievous smile. His eyes had still been blue and his heart had still been pure.

They are coming, he had said.

Werewolves, she thought. Something was going to happen with werewolves soon. Ever since Nyssa had made her necklace that turned into a bow and quiver, Daphne had been sure to keep a few silver arrows along with her regular celestial bronze ones. She knew most other campers didn't bother with this, but most other campers had never met Lycaon. Daphne checked under her pillow. Her bag with a single square of ambrosia was still there, albeit a bit squished. She decided to start carrying it with her everywhere from now on.

Daphne's thoughts turned to the first part of her dream, when she had robbed that house and stolen what would soon save her life. After she had been claimed she had realised that she hadn't just been lucky all those times. She had been unknowingly using her powers to unlock every lock she tried to open.

Daphne checked the time on her watch. 3:18 am. Wonderful.

Try as Daphne might, she couldn't get back to sleep. She was sleep deprived and snappy at school that day, to the point where she got sent out of the classroom during English when the teacher had asked her to read out a passage to the class and she had refused, none too politely.

Bella and Angela seemed to be trying to cheer her up at lunch. They sat outside in the sun. It was the first sunny day since Daphne had moved to Forks. She missed the warmth from the Long Island sun and the weak rays that shone on her now were like a soothing balm for her troubled mind.

Edward and Alice weren't at school today as apparently their parents took them into the wilderness to camp and hike and do all sorts of outdoorsy things when it was sunny. Something seemed off about this explanation to Daphne. Angela looked like she was telling the truth, but Bella raised Daphne's suspicion. Her mouth twitched a little bit as she spoke and she changed the subject very quickly. Daphne knew how to spot liars. You couldn't be sired by the god of thieves and not know how. Bella was lying. She knew what they were really doing, and Daphne would guess she was the only one that did. Angela seemed to believe what she was saying.

Daphne thought about this and the warning Luke had given her in her dream last night. Daphne didn't know when the next full moon was. Could they be werewolves?. It seemed silly to think, considering how much time she'd spent with both of them, but monsters could blend in well when they wanted to. She hadn't noticed any huge fangs on either of them, and their eyes certainly weren't glowing red. They did both have unusual gold eyes though. Really, Daphne wouldn't think they were werewolves if she hadn't had that dream last night, but she had always thought there was something strange about them. She had only lived this long because she trusted her instincts, and her instincts told her there was definitely something strange about the Cullens.

Nothing strange happened for the rest of the week. Bella packed for her trip and she and Edward left for the airport after school on Friday. Daphne and Charlie, both possessing woeful cooking skills, went to the diner for dinner on Friday and Saturday. Daphne quite enjoyed Charlie's company. They mainly chatted about sports, but that was ok. It was a topic both of them loved.

Daphne was just drifting off to sleep on Saturday night when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Adrenaline shot through her, wiping away any trace of drowsiness. She opened her eyes to find a red haired woman bearing down on her.

Daphne's senses opened up. In an instant, she noticed everything about the woman. She had dark red eyes, but they didn't glow. Her mouth was wide open, aiming to bite her neck. Daphne had a front row seat to the white fangs glinting in the darkness. She had normal legs though, not the mismatched legs of an empousa. Was she a vampire in the more traditional, not Greek, sense? Daphne had not heard of such a creature being real, but with the existence of Roman and Egyptian gods as well as Greek, she knew not to doubt something when it was right in front of her face. And trying to kill her.

As one part of her brain analysed the monster and tried to figure out what it was, the other part of her brain, the part that wished to survive, began to control her limbs. Her sword was in her hand and she whipped it across the monster's stomach. It hissed in pain and surprise and leapt off of her, retreating to the corner of the room.

Daphne ripped her sheets off her and got to her feet, instinctively going into a battle stance. The monster hadn't exploded into dust like she had hoped it would. Its skin was harder than it looked, and Daphne's sword hadn't cut as deep as she'd hoped. The monster was studying its wound, apparently stunned that such a thing could happen. It looked up at Daphne and she could hardly believe to see fear in its eyes. Monsters were normally furious when you hurt them, not scared. The part of Daphne's mind that was analysing the monster thought that maybe it was a traditional vampire that had never come across a demigod before. Maybe it had falsely believed itself to be invulnerable.

It looked up as Daphne began to charge it. It moved quickly, like an empousa did. Daphne raised her sword in a defensive position, ready for battle, but it slipped out the open window before it reached her. Daphne cursed, running for the window too. She couldn't let it get away. It would only come back to finish her off later. One glance out the window told her that she was not going to get a good angle with her bow. The tree outside the room completely blocked any shot she could take.

Moving so fast it was as if her feet had wings, Daphne slipped on her running shoes. She didn't waste time with socks. She also grabbed her ambrosia and stuffed it into the sports bra she wore to bed. Times like these were precisely why she wore a bra to bed.

Silently, Daphne flew down the stairs, mentally thanking her dad for passing on his gifts of speed and stealth to her. She held her hand over the lock on the front door and willed it to open. She felt it obey her command and she slipped outside, not making a sound.

Daphne raced after where she'd last seen the monster. It had been heading into the forest. She couldn't see it anymore, as it had had a head start. As she ran, Daphne twirled her sword over the back of her hand, turning it back into a bracelet. Her left hand came up and tore off the lyre charm on her necklace. Instead of holding a broken pendant, she held her bow. With her now free right hand, she reached across her back and pulled out an arrow. By the time she had reached the tree line, the arrow was knocked.

Daphne was worried that the monster had too much of a head start and she would lose the trail, but she was just in time. A flash of red disappeared through the trees the moment Daphne was past the treeline. She tore after it. It was faster than her. If the trees didn't start to thin, she would lose the trail. If they did thin, she would be able to shoot it without having to catch up with it.

Daphne ran at top speed for longer than most mortals could. Every now and then there was a flash of red as the creature paused to look back at her. These moments were far too brief for Daphne to shoot at it. She was no daughter of Apollo. They were, however, just long enough to keep Daphne sure she was on the monster's trail.

Daphne wasn't sure how long she had been running when she heard a familiar voice.

"On your left!" It called.

The hairs on Daphne's neck prickled again. In front of her, between her and the monster, a new crowd of people appeared, running as fast as the monster. Daphne's stomach jolted as she recognised the back of one of them.

It was Alice.

So, said the part of her brain that had been whirring away with possible strategies and explanations for what the monster was. Alice was a vampire. That must mean Edward was too. She thought about how they hadn't been at school when it was sunny. Bella had known, but she herself had been in the sun, so she must be a regular mortal. She thought about their golden eyes compared to the monster's red ones. Did they abstain from mortal blood, perhaps?

They reached a river and the red headed monster leapt over it to the other side. Alice and the rest of the Cullens, for Daphne was sure it could be no one else with her, continued racing after her but stayed on their side of the river. Before Daphne could properly wonder why, her questions were answered.

Huge, menacing wolves appeared out of the trees to chase it. An ice shard of fear pierced Daphne's heart. She had faced many monsters in her life, but none scared her the same way werewolves did. For the briefest of moments, she was ten years old again, Lycaon's promise that he and his sons would kill her ringing in her mind.

Daphne used all of her willpower to force this away. She was not ten years old anymore. She was 18. She was trained. She was armed. She was deadly. And she was still here, even after two wars. Some stinky werewolves were not going to change that.

Daphne continued chasing the vampires with renewed energy. The red head jumped across the river again as the wolves managed to gain on her, only to be met with the Cullens. She jumped back and forth a few times before one of the Cullens, a tall, muscled man with black hair, followed her across the river.

He had obviously crossed some kind of border. The other vampires had called out to him not to do it, but he had ignored them. A silver furred wolf stopped chasing the red head and instead faced the tall Cullen. He growled and crouched, ready to spring. The Cullens and werewolves both stopped, ready to back up their respective pack member. The red head paused, looking back at them in satisfaction. She was apparently under the impression she had escaped. She had forgotten about Daphne.

Daphne flew past the Cullens, bow string pulled back. Without breaking stride, she shot. Her aim was slightly off, hitting the monster in the shoulder instead of the heart. She was, afterall, not a daughter of Apollo. Still, the monster shrieked in pain. Her arrow had sunk right through its shoulder, sticking out the other side. It gave Daphne another look of fear. Daphne was already knocking another arrow. The monster turned and fled. Before she could fire off another one, an icy cold, rock hard hand grasped her shoulder, forcing her to a halt. Daphne spun around, arrow aimed right at the heart of whoever had stopped her.

It was Alice.

Wow I had fun writing this chapter. Next chapter will have some juicy confrontations. I hope you enjoyed! Please review and tell me what you think.