Note: Hello! Sorry for the long wait and somewhat shorter chapter, but I'm back into working on some other things, and this kinda fell on the backburner. But I'm back now, and I plan to have another chapter out sometime soon as well! I'm excited because we get to go to new locations and see new characters. I'm especially excited to get to Nevarl!

With that said, thank you so much to everyone that's stuck with me so far! This story has undergone some revision and rewrites. Nothing major that affects the general plot, just some details here and there.

I hope you enjoy it!

Escape from Beuca Island

"What was that?!" Duran said aloud; his and Angela's eyes darting in all directions following the sudden cacophony of tremors and sound.

"That," the Old Fruit spoke, suddenly appearing to the two. "Is the signal this place is going to blow!"

Before either one of them could ask, the soldier and Princess heard voices calling their names. Riesz and Hawkeye were racing towards the pair. Yet, before they were halfway there, Kevin surged past them, Charlotte clinging to his back.

"Angewa! Duwan! Did you heaw that?!" the short, blonde half-elf asked, clearly panicked.

"I think everyone on the island heard that," Hawkeye said, his usually mellow face looking worried.

"Look, there's no time!" the Old Fruit interjected. "You've got to get to the Seaside Cavern!"

"And where exactly is that?" Angela asked, though there was no sarcasm in her voice.

"I'll lead the way!" the shriveled-up Tomato Man declared, hopping onto Duran's shoulder. "But you've got to get there fast! Otherwise," he was interrupted by yet another tremor, everyone barely keeping their footing as the ground shook. The youths thought that the Old Fruit would continue when it had grown calm again, but he remained silent.

"What's wwong?" Charlotte asked, noticing that the Tomato Man seemed somewhat bleak.

"...it's nothing," he said. "Look, we don't have time! We've got to go, now!" he then gestured east. "The cavern is on the other side of the island, but I know a shortcut! So, c'mon! Let's go!"

There was so much that they wanted to ask, but the four humans, beastman, and half-elf knew that there was no time. So whatever they had on their minds would have to wait until they began on their journey.

Yet even that couldn't be too long.


Duran's boots treaded through the dense collection of exotic jungle flora, Angela on his back and the Old Fruit on her head. Charlotte clung to Kevin's thick fur with desperate strength. The half-elf hardly wanted to be babied by Kevin, but she also knew that he could run much faster than everyone else, let alone her. Besides, she really didn't want to fall. Keven was tall for his age! Hawkeye and Riesz were running alongside each other, neck and neck. Everyone else was trying to keep up with Kevin.

"Hey," the violet-haired thief asked the amazon racing beside him. "I don't suppose you want a piggyback ride too?"

Riesz cleared her throat. "I'm fine, thanks."

"Ok, make a turn here!" the Old Fruit said, the island native directing the more giant beings to their destination. So, the party raced onward, heading north, east, west, east again, and in all manner of directions. For a time, as the jungle blurred past and the undergrowth thickened, they began to wonder if they were going in circles, but the persistent tremors urged them on.

"Hey, seeing as we still got some time on our hands," Angela began, addressing the Tomato Man atop her head, holding onto her crown. "What exactly IS in this Seaside Cavern?"

"Just your ticket out of here is all." the Tomato Man answered. "Okay! Turn this way!"

The group continued following the Old Fruit's directions, trying to run as quickly as possible and avoid running headfirst into a towering tree. Eventually, they emerged from the dense jungle and saw the expansive sea, as well as a monolithic mountain that appeared to have smoke billowing from its top.

"Whoa, hey now," Hawkeye said. "We're moving TOWARDS that thing?"

"Well, more like we're moving closer, not we're not going to the volcano persay." the Old Fruit explained. "The cavern is underneath the island, but it's also connected to the volcano."

"So this also will affect our journey too, right?" Riesz questioned.

"Pretty much, yeah." The Old Fruit had confirmed for the amazon. "Ok, it's right around here!" the Tomato Man led them down a winding path and up a hill, but the group was forced to skid to a halt. Before them, the path abruptly ended, choked off by a mass of fallen boulders and sod. "Damn! The island's falling apart already!" he then tugged on Angela's hair. "Hey, you! Smash those rocks!"

"No problem!" Angela answered, thrusting out her wand and summoning Gnome.

"Hey, I wanna get a chance to work out!" Gnome said.

"Can you handle it, Gnome?" Faerie asked, emerging from her host.

"Oh yeah! This little lady's still got a ways to go," the short, bearded Element joked. "But she IS getting stronger!"

Angela eyed him. "Just hope I don't get strong enough to bash your head in." she joked.

Then the short, pointy-eared Spirit conjured up a small hammer of granite and went over to the rocks blocking the entrance to the cavern. Then, the hammer grew in size and smashed the boulders with one mighty swing, practically reducing them to dust. It was then that the Gnome began to stumble a little, falling to the ground. The other Spirits and Faerie emerged and went over to examine their friend, yet Gnome shook his head. "I'm fine," he assured. "But," he didn't sound so optimistic anymore. "We need to get to the Holy Land soon."

It was just for a brief second, yet Faerie saw the Old Fruit lower his head. Despite his face being covered by a mask, the elderly Tomato Man appeared sad.

But before she could bring it up, the shriveled-up leader of the tribe spoke up again. "Okay, it's not exactly easy to get around in this place, so do EXACTLY as I say, got it?"

"Whatever gets us out of here sooner is fine with me!" Duran answered. Hearing no protests, he rushed into the cave, everyone following behind.


Perhaps Belladonna wasn't so foolish after all. There was no Fire Stone here, but from the way things were looking, Malocchio couldn't fault his fellow Mavole for believing Beuca Island to be a candidate for its hiding place. Things were indeed beginning to heat up. Not that temperature mattered to him, yet one of his kind had a rather nasty reaction to being burnt. Fire, light, all things that held a connection to the sun were his weaknesses.

All things that would be no more once His Majesty held the world in his palm.

True, perhaps Malocchio couldn't afford to stay for too long, but he wanted to see "her." He needed to gaze upon her without distraction. To indeed have a moment to study her features, take in the shape of her body, the defined but lean muscle on her, made him practically grow giddy.

They would come here, the vampiric creature knew, as Malocchio and the six were searching for the same creature. And the same animal would meet the same demise as them.


This place had once been teeming with life that dwelt within the depths of the island. Typical creatures such as Batmos resided in the cave that rested underneath the mountain, but more exotic creatures lived here. Unfortunately, the cavern appeared to be empty and silent, save for the rumblings that came every once in a while.

"All of them have left." the elderly Tomato Man observed. "We don't have much time left."

"Then where do we go?" Duran asked, noting with concern that the inside of the cavern was growing rather hot.

"We still have a bit to go, but we're in his home now, so he should be here." the Old Fruit answered.

"Who's he?" Kevin asked, the lack of moonlight allowing him to revert to his more human form.

"The Dweller of the Seas." the elder said. "He has existed almost as long as the Goddess has. He commands the oceans and every river and lake belongs to him. Everybody of water is his to command." the Old Fruit spoke with reverence for this creature, whoever he was.

All six of the youths had a different image appear in their head of what this "Dweller of the Seas" looked like, let alone what its temperament might be. So far, anything more significant than them had either tried to kill or eat them. Or both.

"Relax." the elderly Tomato Man said, noticing the group's faces. "He's not hostile. Not to you." he then gestured to Duran. "He can sense this one's tie to the Faerie, as well as his role as the Goddess' champion. If anything, you're lucky that he's on your side."

"Sound wike this guy's scawy," Charlotte said, not exactly thrilled to be meeting this creature, whatever he was.

"Only when you push him." the Tomato Man answered. "Anyway, we've wasted too much time lollygagging! We've got to get you to him as soon as possible!" he then pointed down a tunnel. "This way!"

No one argued, immediately going in the direction the sentient fruit had given them.


The air was getting thicker and hotter, and the rumblings increased.

"How much longer?" Angela asked, clutching at her throat. "I can barely breathe in here!"

"Not much longer." the Old Fruit told her, feeling the effects of the growing heat as well.

The seawater lined the cavern pathways had begun to boil, vapor rising and filling the area with a dense fog. Angela and Charlotte made use of Lumina's light, the Princess using her wand while the half-elf had her flail glow at both ends, the beaters floated upwards and served as small lamps. While this helped them better navigate, it did nothing for the heat. Perhaps keeping those leaf clothes on wouldn't have been that bad of an idea. Angela winced as the ground beneath her feet grew hotter to the touch, the skin on her soles beginning to burn.

"Ah!" the Princess winced. However, before she could take another step, she felt a pair of arms pick her up, Duran carrying her bridal style. "What the-"

"Would you rather walk?" Duran asked.

Angela didn't answer, adjusting herself to where she was in a comfortable enough position. She then held her wand forward, motioning everyone down another tunnel.

"I don't suppose you want to give your legs a rest?" Hawkeye asked Riesz, the amazon averting her gaze, a pink flush coming to her cheeks.

"I'm fine with walking, thank you," she replied, going on ahead of the thief.

Charlotte winced, hissing. "Oooh, that's cowd." she observed. "But she's not foowing anyone."

"Fooling who?" Kevin asked.

The shorter blonde looked up at the beastman. "Isn't it obvious? She's totawwy into him."

"She is?" Kevin was surprised to hear this.

"Uh, yeah." Charlotte put her hands on her hips. "But Hawkeye's going to have to pwess hawdew; ow Duwan's going to beat him to it."

"Beat him to what?"

"You know!" she then puckered up her lips and made a smooching sound. "That!"

"Oh." Kevin said. "So they don't have to mark each other?"

"Mark each other?"

Before Charlotte could pry further, another tremor made the world heave beneath the group's feet, pointedly reminding them that time was not on their side. The party paused until the shaking stopped, going forward and making sure that there were no cave-ins ahead. If anything, at least Gnome could take care of any obstacles easily.

"We're close." the Old Fruit assured everyone. "Just take a left."

The pathway he led them down was long, but it was straight, so they could go forward without much issue. "By the way," Angela asked. "How do you know where this 'Dweller of the Seas' is anyway?"

To her and everyone else's surprise, the Old Fruit suddenly grew somber. "I've known of this place since I had just come out of the ground," he told them. "It's where the island begins, for there was once no land here. But the Great Mountain belched up a fire and created fertile ground for us to dwell," he explained. "Yet as those before me said, there will come a time when the Great Mountain shall release fire from its mouth once again."

"And then what?" Kevin asked. But the Old Fruit was silent.

Before he could ask or apologize for any offense, Kevin saw that they were at the end of the tunnel. The party entered a vast, expansive chamber, a large body of water in the northern corner. Unlike the others, this body of water wasn't boiling, nor did it even seem affected by the heat. Charlotte stepped forward and dipped her hand in and brought it back out.

"It's coow." she said, easing everyone's fears.

In fact, this chamber seemed to be completely separate from the rest of the cavern. It was a comfortable temperature and the scent of sea salt permeated all throughout, though it wasn't overpowering.

"This is where he lives." the Old Fruit said. He then hopped down from atop Angela's head and faced the body of water. He pulled out what appeared to be a woodwind instrument of some sort from his robes. It was old and cracked, most likely some sort of heirloom, but for what reason did the Tomato Man bring it?

He was about to bring it to his lips that were hidden behind his mask, yet before he could begin playing, his concealed eyes shifted.

Kevin's nostrils picked up something. The same scent from before, from the jungle. Once everyone else saw the beastman was on edge, they too realized something was wrong.

"This is where he lives, you say?" a voice suddenly spoke, echoing off the walls of the chamber. A figure emerged from the thick shadows in the western corner, presenting himself for all to see. "Then it seems that the trip here might've not been a waste after all."

A good portion of the party was confused as to who this pale figure garbed in a cape was, yet Hawkeye immediately drew out his daggers. Riesz noticed this, then looked at the newly emerged man. She had used the term "man", but she, along with everyone else, could sense that he was not human. No, he was something older, ancient, from a time long before even their forefathers.

But it was a certain feature that Riesz noticed that got her going. "Red eyes," she said aloud, the evening at Beiser's Night Market coming back to her. "You!" she shouted, going into a fighting stance. "You're the one who took Elliot!"

"Elliot…" the caped man pondered for a moment. "This Elliot, he wouldn't happen to be a short, blonde, pig-headed brat, would he?"

Riesz growled. "Don't speak of my brother that way!"

Hawkeye approached the amazon Princess, keeping close to her. Riesz's eyes locked onto the vampiric being's own, the deep red of his irises contrasting wildly with his pale skin. He appeared to be studying the blonde, his glowing eyes roving over her sinewy form, noting every aspect of it. Her chest was smaller than the violet-haired beauty, and her limbs were more toned, but there was a determination in her eyes. An iron will that was unbreakable and never wavering.

Oh, she was better than he could have ever realized!

"Who are you?" Duran demanded an answer, drawing out his sword.

The being smirked. "My native tongue would be too complicated for you mortals to understand, but since you asked so nicely, call me Malocchio, Earl of the Evil Eye."

Malocchio. The name sounded somewhat exotic and otherworldly but also predatory and dark. And indeed, despite his gentlemanly appearance, he had the intentions and urges of a beast.

"Ok. So what do you want?" Angela asked, having gotten off of Duran's back.

"Ah, the fully-developed beauty," Malocchio said, eyeing the Princess. "You all shan't live to see it, but I have come at the behest of my colleague, Belladonna." he then looked at Hawkeye. "I'm sure that you have heard of each other."

The thief's lips tightened with anger. "Yeah. I know her more than I care to."

"Back to what I was saying," Malocchio shifted his attention back to Angela. "I have come in search of the Dweller of the Seas." he then looked at Duran. "But it seems I have found the one chosen by the Goddess to be here as well." the vampiric Mavole gazed into the depths of the blue pool, unable to see any sign of the creature. "In any other case, your presence here would complicate things. But seeing as the Dweller doesn't feel like showing itself," his cape then spread out, revealing an overpowering, red light that blinded everyone. "Perhaps some freshly spilled blood will bring it out of hiding!"

Malocchio dashed forward, Duran wasting no time in taking a swing. But his sword never met the Mavole, the being seeming to sink into the soldier's own shadow. "What the hell?!" Duran exclaimed, looking around to see that the vampire had disappeared.

"Where'd he go?" Kevin asked, yet it was the Old Fruit that spotted it. But before he could call out to warn any of them, it was too late.

A pair of arms shot out from Riesz's shadow and seized her by the wrists. She then felt propelled backward as Malocchio emerged from her shadow fully, flying across the chamber and pinning her to the eastern wall. Her spear was still in her grasp, the Mavole applying pressure to get her to drop the weapon.

"Get off of her!" Hawkeye roared, plunging his daggers into the vampire's back.

Malocchio winced in pain, but he did little else. No blood ran from the freshly delivered wounds, as if Hawkeye had just stabbed a corpse. The thief was stunned by this development, allowing the Mavole to strike him in the stomach with a swift kick. Duran then charged at Malocchio, swinging his sword, but the vampire maneuvered out of the way, taking Riesz with him and holding her close. Duran ran to Hawkeye's side, checking to see if the thief was severely injured, but, even if he were, Hawkeye clearly had no intention of staying on the sidelines.

Riesz shuddered; his skin was cold, and it felt as if her warmth was being sucked right out of her. Not since the party's encounter with Gova did she ever experience such a draining feeling; it was suffocating! His strength was surprising; she hadn't been pinned anymore, but the Captain of the Guard could barely move! His eyes began to glow red, Riesz's blue orbs catching the strange yet oddly attractive light.

But sensing that something was off, the blonde shut her eyes and turned her head away. "Oh, come," Malocchio said. "I'm offering you a remedy for the brief moment of pain you will endure." he brought his lips to her throat, planting a small, cold kiss that chilled her flesh. She then felt a pair of sharp objects lightly tracing across her skin, not piercing it, but coming dangerously close. As if this unnatural creature was well-versed in this method of playing with prey.

"Howy Bowt!" a white-hot fire seared the Mavole's back, forcing him to release the amazon from his grasp. As Riesz ran back to the group, Malocchio saw that it was Charlotte that had dared to strike him with Lumina's light.

He dove for the girl, yet instead of moving out of the way, she let him dive into her shadow. Then, she produced light from her hands and held it to the ground. The light kept Malocchio from emerging, keeping him trapped in the darkness below. Angela used this opportunity also to channel Lumina's power, her wand's tip being bathed in light. Everyone nodded and brought their weapons forward.

Charlotte kept shining the Light Elemental's energy down to keep the shadow from going anywhere else. Seizing the opportunity, the Old Fruit began playing the flute. But this appeared to be just what the vampire was waiting for. He dove out from Charlotte's shadow when the light emitting from her hands began to weaken, catching the elderly Tomato Man and throwing him to the side. The wrinkled creature fell to the ground, and Malocchio snatched up the ancient instrument.

Then, before he could do anything, he saw that he had just put himself in a bit of a corner. The six youths now had their weapons glowing bright with holy power, a power that served to bind and drive him further into the shadows! He looked all around and saw that they were ready to strike.

Another quake shook the entire chamber before Malocchio or the party could do anything further. "Well, it seems that we're both on borrowed time." the Mavole said before throwing the flute into the pool.

"NOOO!" the Old Fruit cried out, running over to see the instrument sinking further and further into the depths.

"Holy Light may be poison for me, but fire is not something I care much for either," Malocchio told the group. "And this land is about to be covered in it." he then stepped back into the darkness he had emerged. But not before giving Riesz a glance. "We will meet again, my dear, should you survive this."

And with that, he was gone.

"Where'd he go?" Duran questioned, looking around, ready to slash at anything that moved.

"No time for that!" Angela said. "This place is going to explode!"

"We've got to go, NOW!" Riesz said, seeing the foundation of the chamber was coming apart.

"We can't!" The Old Fruit wailed. "That bastard tossed the flute into the pool!" he leaned over, pounding his tiny hand into the ground. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he apologized profusely. "I've doomed you all! I didn't mean to-"

"Shh!" Faerie suddenly emerged, everyone growing quiet. "Do you hear that?"

"Who can hear anything over this?!" Angela questioned, the rumbling and shaking seeming to go on forever.

"Listen!" the winged woman commanded.

It was then that everyone heard it. It was faint at first, especially in comparison to all the noise around the party, but the sound could still be heard. It was coming from the pool. Everyone gathered around it and looked down, a large, dark shape seen swimming down in the depths. Intrigue and fear of the mysterious creature were shared by all but the Old Fruit and, interestingly, the Elementals. The noise sounded low but melodic, echoing from below.

Then, Faerie heard a voice. A voice that only she and the Mana Spirits could hear. "It's saying something," she said to the party who could not understand the creature's language. "It wants us to jump in."

"Jump in?" Angela questioned. "We can't swim in that! We won't know where to go!"

"Just trust me!" Faerie said. "It's the only way out! He'll bring us to the surface!"

"Who's he?!" Duran asked, though he never got an answer as the cavern began collapsing all around them.

With little other option, the party leaped into the deep pool, sinking down and down, trying to keep out of the way of dropping rocks. Duran looked around, seeing everyone floating around him. Then, the dark shape made its way toward them. The low noise began again, but it was then that the mortals registered that they heard a rhythm of sorts. The creature was singing a song.

Suddenly, the creature waved its large clawed flipper, and everyone felt themself being taken by a current that suddenly formed. No one could keep track of what was going on. Then, the massive creature swam by, catching up to them all with little effort.

Before anyone knew it, they had come to the surface, immediately taking in air.

"Hewp!" Charlotte gurgled, trying to stay afloat. "I can't swim!" the small girl was moving her limbs wildly, splashing all around.

Kevin swam to her, reaching out to seize her hand, but he soon found out his rescue attempt wasn't necessary. When Charlotte's head was about to go beneath the surface, she steadily rose out of the water. She felt something solid underneath her, and as her platform rose, the youths were in awe.

A mammoth animal rose from the depths, but it wasn't precisely intimidating looking. Instead, it was an aquatic creature given its fins, green scaly skin, and the giant shell on its back, but its face wasn't fish-like. If anything, it seemed to resemble a dopey bird. Given her vantage point, Charlotte could better look over her rescuer's features. It wore a mask on its face, perhaps to shield its eyes, and its eyes were large and pupils beady. Its shell was hard and dense, not to mention damp. But its size made Charlotte feel even smaller than she already was. A flag was stuck into the creature's shell, but it seemed not to cause it any discomfort. Instead, it behaved as if it wasn't even there.

"Oh, there you are." The Old Fruit said, having suddenly emerged from underneath Charlotte's hat. How he got in there was anyone's guess. "You wouldn't have happened to pick up the," as if to answer him, the creature rose one of its limbs out of the water and held a flute in its clawed flipper. "Yes! Thank you!"

Then, the creature sank into the water again, but it didn't submerge entirely. Instead, it swam and collected everyone atop its shell. Once the party was reunited, no one was quite sure what to make of the aquatic beast.

"What is it?" Angela questioned. It didn't look TOO dangerous, but it was still bigger than any of them.

"The Dweller of the Depths." the Old Fruit answered. "Though, for those who don't know the old languages, he will go by Vuscav for you."

"Vuscav?" Kevin asked, the name seeming rather dignified for something that looked so…goofy.

"Well," the elderly Tomato Man leaned in to whisper to the beastman. "He hates the name his mama gave him."

Kevin was intrigued. "What is his name?"

" Booskaboo." Kevin had to stifle a laugh. Yeah, in all honesty, he probably would've chosen another name too. "You're lucky." the Old Fruit said. "If it wasn't for your Faerie friend," he gestured to Duran. "This big guy wouldn't have bothered with you. He's not exactly a fan of humans." he then looked at Kevin and Charlotte. Those two maybe, given that neither of them was human. Well, not entirely. "Anyway, I've done my part." the Old Fruit then said, rather somberly. "Before you leave, I need you to take me back to my village."

"What do you mean leave?" Duran said, shocked. "You don't think that we would leave you all, do you?!"

"Of course, we'll rescue your people!" Riesz told the elder, voice showing she meant what she said.

Instead of relief or surprise at this, the Old Fruit shook his head. "Just take me back," he said. "That's all I ask of you."

No one knew what exactly to make of that, but the creature, Vuscav appeared to understand this request and turned around, moving closer to the island that they had just escaped from, the rumblings able to be heard from even this distance.


At the edge of the village rested a cliffside that Vuscav reached with ease, putting the Old Fruit atop of the platform. The other Tomato Men gathered around, seeing their leader was back. "Ok." the elder said, turning to face the youths. "You kids had better get out of here. This place is going to blow any second."

"Exactly!" Angela exclaimed. "What are you all waiting for? Get on!" she gestured to Vuscav's shell.

"We're not going anywhere, pretty thing." The Old Fruit answered before looking to the mountain. "Great Fire will rain on this place," he said. "And none shall escape its reach."

"Yes, yes, that's right. Now, can we just-" Angela then paused, realization dawning on her. "You…you have no intention of leaving, do you?"

Despite the present danger, a deathly silence fell over them. "You can't be serious," Hawkeye said, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You will all be killed!"

"We know." the elder said. "We've known this day was coming for a long time," he explained. "And we have been ready." he looked at Duran. " I'm just happy I could be here to see the Goddess' Champion in my lifetime."

Suddenly, Duran climbed up Vuscav's back and got up on the cliff. "I won't let you do this!" he said, holding out his hand. The elder, nor any of the other Tomato Men seemed moved. "I…" it was steadily dawning on the soldier that they would not be moved. "We can save you! You don't have to die! None of this has to happen!"

"Yeah!" Hawkeye added, joining Duran. "I'll admit, I don't know what your basic needs are, but we've got plenty of heat in Nevarl! And water if you know where to look!"

The island shook again before anyone could add anything or protest, Duran and Hawkey falling off the cliffside. Thankfully, Vuscav caught them, but he didn't place them back. Instead, he held them close with no intention of letting them go.

"Kids, you might not understand it, but this has to happen." the Old Fruit told them all. "This has happened again and again. The island was born from fire, and to fire, it will return," he explained. "But from those ashes will rise a new land and a new people. Our seeds will be fertilized, and a new generation will inhabit this place." more rumbling was heard and felt. "But your time has not yet come. You've got to leave! Now!"

Everyone looked at the entire tribe of sentient fruit. As much as everyone hated it, the elder was right. There was nothing that could be done. Even if they tried, realistically, they couldn't have hoped to fit the whole tribe on Vuscav's back. Seeing as there were no protests, the turtle-like creature turned and swam away, the Old Fruit and his fellow Tomato Men watching as the hopes of the world went far out of their reach.

"Oh, and keep the flute!" he shouted. "He likes the noise!" whether they heard him or not, he was unsure, but he didn't doubt that they would figure it out. After all, they would be the ones who would save the world.

Or rather, bring about the creation of a new one.

Note: We're almost done with the first "half" of the story, in that its pre-evil forces kidnap Faerie and all that. I have a plan on how to work with that, but for now please give your input on this chapter. Let me know if you see any errors, and I hope to see you in the future!