My name is Rhea Odessa Jackson. I'm twelve years old.

Am I a troubled kid?"

Yeah…. You could say that.

Rhea sat, enjoying the coolness of the water that surrounded her. Her short black hair rose up, floating slightly. She turns though, her tail thumping against the tile floor of the pool when she heard a chitter, to small blue and white sea otter swimming around her. She couldn't help but smile, as she pokes his dark-orange nose, getting a chirp out of him. She looked up though, when the Oshawott pointed upwards and she nodded her head. Kicking the floor, she pushes her up, breaking the surface of the water.

"And she's alive!" Rhea smiles, swimming towards the edge of the pool where Grover stood, watching her. Once more, he was looking at her nervously, biting at his lip. "Its crazy how… long you can stay under there… that was 10 minutes?" he holds out a towel for her, and Rhea smiles grabbing it and rubbing her hair. "How do you do it?"

"I just like being in water. Its just the one place I can think,"

Bad grades, bullies, all the normal stuff… and then there is some other stuff. Some stuff that's… maybe not so normal. I see stuff… something that I swore was there, but nobody believed me. When you say you saw something, that nobody sees… it gets you unwanted attention. I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Nacrene City. Twenty eight kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Nacrene Museum to look at Ancient Kleos and Fortis stuff.

"Why is the minotaur wearing underpants," Rhea whispers, snorting at the card that Grover show her as she sits next to him on the bus… trying her hardest to ignore Nancy, the number one bully of Asperita Academy. Who just loved messing with her best friend, Grover.

Something changed when I met Grover. Him and I, we had a lot in common. We were both at the bottom of the food chain, me with my…. Weirdness. Him because he was scrawny, and he cried a lot when he got frustrated. But he introduced me to Mythomagic, where I could believe the stuff I see was just… imaginary. Weird but harmless.

"Maybe he didn't have time to put his armor on," Grover suggested, making Rhea laugh. "He probably got summon just out of bed," he then grimaces as Nancy throws another chunk of her peanut butter and ketchup sandwich at this head. "Rhea… don't," he warned as he grabs her by the shoulders, pushing her down, "It's not worth it,"

Rhea grows, "She's just doing this because she is piss off that I beat her in that battle with Murphy,"

"Language," Grover hisses, "You don't want Mrs. Dodds to hear do you?" Rhea shakes her head at his, her ears pinning down. Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Anville Town who always wore an all-black dress suit, with a blood red scarf. She looked mean to ride a Golbat right into your locker. She had come to Asperita Academy halfway through the year when their last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. For some reason she had it out for Rhea and took great joy in taking Nancy's side in everything.

"No," Rhea mutters, looking at the woman who sat at the front of the bus, "I do not need to give her an excuse to point at me with her crooked finger and call me honey again," she grimaces, rubbing her arms and fighting the urge to pick at her scales, "Last time she made me erase answer out of math workbooks until midnight for a month…I do not want to do that again,"

"Then keep your head down and enjoy yourself," Grover whisper, "as long as you do that nothing will go wrong,"

Grover was my first true friend… well besides Murphy. The little Oshawott was my starter that I gain when I turned eleven. He had been a complete surprise, but a cherished one… even if he was a gift from him.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Rhea," smiling brightly, Rhea had to hold back the urge to blow out the candles until her parents were done, her mouth watering at the sight of the blue frosting cake, "Happy Birthday to you!" With no urging from her giggling parents, Rhea leans forward and blows out the candles. Gomez meows brightly, throwing streamers in the air, while Argos ran around in circles as if he had the zoomies.

But as soon as the candles were blown out, a small box suddenly appeared. Rhea frowns at the smell of sea-salt caramel and roses that filled the air, her mom jumping slightly while her dad grumbles under his breath, but stopping when mom slapped his arm. "I don't want it," Rhea glowers, pushing the box away.

"Rhea," her mom slowly started but Dad raised a hand. Nodding her head, mom watches as dad gently leans forward, grabbing Rhea's hand and squeeze gently.

"You are allowed to be angry at them. You are allowed to feel betrayed by them. But when they give you gifts, it is better to accept. Accepting could mean the difference between life or death."

Rhea sighs, before she pulls the box towards her and lifts the lid off. She blinks, slowly and gently taking out the bronze bracelet out of the box. It was as big as her wrist, with a brilliant emerald emblem in the middle, where a trident had all been carved in the metal. On the back, Rhea sounded out the words, "ρουφήχτρα… Whirlpool," she frowns, but slips the bracelet on before grabbing the other item. Her golden and green eyes widen as she pulls out the Lure Ball. Her mother's own blue eyes widen before they all yelp as it burst open, sending out a brilliant white light.

Blinking her eyes rapidly to get rid of the black spots, Rhea gasps at the sight of the small blue otter that now stood on the table. It's head was covered completely with white fur with two small triangular blue ears twitching. The rest of its body was covered in light blue fur that formed bubble shaped around its neck, a yellow seashell attached to its belly, "OSHA!" It cries out, leaping into Rhea's face throwing the child out of her seat much to the amusement of her cackling dad.

"You don't know me and field trips Grover," Rhea responded, leaning into the uncomfortable bus seat, "Bad things always happen to me on them. Like in my last school we went to this old Historical Battlefield and I had an accident with a war cannon. I still say that not only was I not aiming at the bus, but why was the thing still loaded? I got expelled anyway. And the year before that! We went to this Water Pokemon sanctuary for a tour and I hit the wrong button on the catwalk and my whole class took an unexpected swim with the Sharpedos," she then frowns, "I still swear that someone told me to hit that button…" she mutters to herself. Before she pushes Grover lightly as he chuckles.

Looking back on it… I wish I'd decked Nancy right then and there. Whatever punishment I would had been given would've been nothing compared to the mess I would soon find myself diving into. Because today… everything changed… when one of them decided to come for me.

"What you see here, they are not fictions. They are not fantasies. What you see here are the truest and deepest part of yourselves," Mr. Bunner lectured them as he led the museum tour, riding in front of them in his wheelchair, guiding all of them through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black and orange pottery.

Rhea couldn't help but always be blown that this sort of stuff had survived for thousand, three thousand years. She turn her attention back to Mr. Bunner. He was her History Teacher, a middle-aged man in a motorized wheelchair, who had thinning hair and a scruffy beard. He wore a frayed tweed jacket and he always smelled Ike coffee. Many wouldn't think he was cool but he told stories and jokes, allowing his students to play games in class. Since they started learning about the ancient times when Unova and Alola were once known as Kelos and Orre as Fortis he had brought this awesome collection of armor and swords.

He had them all gather around a thirteen-foot tall stone column with a big spinx on the top, "Friends, the Gods, the monsters, the heroes, you see here in this room are reminders of what we are capable of," he explains, and Rhea was trying to listen to what he was saying, but Nancy started to snicker about the naked guy on the stele, as Mr. Bunner explained what it was called, a grave marker, when Rhea spin towards her, lips curling to show her sharp teeth, "Will you shut up?" She snapped, a bit much louder than she had meant it to be.

"Miss. Jackson?" Mr. Bunner calls out, much to her ire as everyone in the whole group, except for Grover, laughs, making her face burn red, "Do you have a comment?" When Rhea silently shake her head, he pointed to one of the pictures carved on the stele, "Perhaps then, you can tell us what this picture represents?"

Looking at the carving, Rhea couldn't help the sigh of relief that huffed out of her mouth when she actually recognized it, "That's Kronos eating his kids, sir," she answered, "with Dialga bound by the Red Chain behind him,"

"Yes," Mr. Bunner agreed, but it was obvious he wasn't satisfied, "And he did this because?"

Racking her brain, Rhea took a deep breath, "It was because of the prophecy or curse that his father, Ouranos gave him. It depends on who you ask, but it was about that one day one of Kronos' children would come and overthrow him, just as he did to Ouranos. Because of this, every time his wife gave birth he would swallow them whole. It hurt his wife so much, when she fell pregnant for the sixth time, she hid far from Kronos and gave birth to Zeus, hiding him away and giving Kronos a rock to eat instead. Zeus, being raise by stories about how horrible of a tyrant his father was, grew up and with the Pokémon that was once the fusion of Zekrom and Reshiram by his side, tricked Kronos into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Ewwwww!" One of Nancy's friends gagged behindher.

"Once they were free, having survived and grown in their father's stomach due to being immortal. A great war broke out between the six Gods and the Titans, starting the Titanomachy which lasted for ten years. During the years, each God made a truce with a Pokemon, Poseidon with Kyorge. Hera with an Galarian Articuno, Demeter with Xerneas, Hades with Giratina and Hestia with Victini. And of course Zeus with the fusion form of Zekrom and Reshiram though in later years after the Pokemon was torn apart by Typhon, he became more known with his partnership with Zekrom," Rhea shakes her head when she realizes she had begun to ramble, "But after ten years, the Gods were able to beat the Titans, Kronos was chopped up just like he did with his own father and was then thrown down into Tartarus, the darkest part of the Distortion World,"

Nancy snorted, "Like we're going to need to use this in real life. Like our job application is going to ask us why did Kronos eat his kids?"

"And Miss. Jackson," Rhea couldn't help but smile as Mr. Bunner turned his gaze to Nancy for a bit, "to paraphrase Miss. Bobofit's excellent question, how does this matter in life?"

"Busted," Grover sang out, a smile growing on his face.

"Shut up," Nancy hisses, her face as red as her own hair.

Rhea thinks, she thinks of her papa, who take her out in the woods for camping and training. Who told her stories of the Gods as if they were real… who sometimes when he just woken up, gets a bit frighten at the sight of her. "Because its a warning… a lesson," Rhea stated, "If we didn't have these stories, then history would repeat. Kronos attacked his father for his cruelty to his mother and siblings, he should had learn that could had happen to him as well. If he had ignored the prophecy, or curse whatever it was, if he had treated his children with kindness and not… eaten them, then the prophecy and curse might have never happen...but in the end, he only fulfilled the prophecy he tried to escape from. This story tells us that its our actions that determines when a man becomes a monster," she then falters a bit when she notices that everyone's eyes were on her and her face blushes, "Other than that… I don't know,"

Mr. Bunner looked impressed at her, nodding his head, "Full credit, Miss. Jackson. Kronos not only fearing sharing the same fate as Uranus but also losing control of the power he held, ate his children in order to avoid what the Fates declare what would happen. And Zeus did in fact free his siblings by using a mixture that Metis, the Titaness goddess of Wisdom and Cunning, had prepared, making Kronos disgorge his other five children who have been growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. And on that note, I think its time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

As the class drifted off, Rhea and Grover were just about to follow when Mr. Bunner called for her. Sighing a bit, she waved away Grover, telling him to keep going before she turned towards the history teacher, "Sir?"

Mr. Bunner looked at her, his intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything. He also was staring right at her face, something that only her Mama, Papa and Grover had done… ever since the incident that had cause her right eye to turn gold. The incident that had cause her mom to meet Smelly Gabe. Rhea doesn't remember much of it… just her mother's fearful face as she carried her, running through the alleyways of Castelia City, trying to avoid whatever had been chasing them.

And then the other thing she remember was her mama knocked to the ground, her head bleeding badly, Rhea covered in golden dust and some sort of black liquid, her right eye a bright gold. After that, no one has ever looked at her in the face eyes before, their own eyes gazing at her mouth. No one except her mama, her papa, and now Grover and Mr. Bunner.

"That was a brilliant answer, Miss Jackson. But you have a lot more to learn from," Rhea blinks at him, confuse, "About real life and how your studies apply to it. What you learn from me is vitally important," he smiles, patting Rhea on the arm, "When you're ready to hear what the gods have in store for you, they'll tell you and they will only accept the best from you, Rhea Jackson,"

Rhea held back the urge to growl, the urge to get angry. "He pushes me so hard," Rhea thought to herself, but she nodded her head. Even though Mr. Bunner was cool on his tournament days, where he dressed up in a suit of Fortis armor, shouting, "What ho!" and challenged up, Honedge-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Kleos and Fortis person who ever lived, their mother, and what god they worshiped, Mr. Bunner expected more from her. Despite the fact that Rhea had dyslexia and attention deficit disorder, never making above a B- in her life. "No… he expects me to be better…"

Rhea nodded her head, her gaze falling to the carving of Rhea… "I was named after her," Mr. Bunner hums, looking at the carving as well, "Her and Odysseus...Rhea Odessa Jackson...my mother had hope that even if hard times would come to me… that I would find my way to a happy ending such as them,"

Giving the stele one long sad look, reminding Rhea how her parents look at a statue of Telemachus. She frowns though as he shakes his head and tells her to go outside and have her lunch.

The class was gathered on the front steps of the museum, watching the foot traffic of passing trainers who were coming and going. Overhead a huge storm was brewing with dark clouds blacker than Rhea has ever seen before. The weather across Unova has been weird since Christmas. Massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes.

"I wonder if this is a hurricane blowing in' Rhea thought as she pass her classmates. Some of the guys were pelting Pidoves with Lunchables crackers and Nancy was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse. "And of course, Mrs. Dodds isn't seeing anything,"

Rhea sat beside Grover on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. Rhea sighs as she dips her tail into the fountain, the cool water brushing against her scales. It was so easy to keep the scales on her face, arms and side from getting dry from either cold wind or the pollen in the air, all she had to do is cover them, but her tail made that impossible. "Detention?" Grover asked as they unwrapped their sandwiches, Grover taking off the slices of meat from his and giving it to Rhea while she took off the slices of cheese from her giving it to Grover.

"Nah," Rhea shakes her head, "Not from Brunner. Though I wish he go a bit easier on me," she laughs a bit, turning her gaze to Nancy, frowning, "No… I just wish Nancy would leave us alone. Like… did I do anything to her," she turns her gaze to Grover when he opens his mouth, "Except for beating her every time we have a Pokemon battle,"

Grover nodded, "There are all sorts of schools of though about what drives that kind of bullying," Grover explains, watching as Rhea lets Murphy out of his Pokeball. The Oshawott shakes his head a bit, before he lunges at Lily, Grover's Petilil who squeals and tries to run away. But Murphy easily pounces on her, the two Pokemon rolling on the marble ground. "Childhood trauma, feelings of inadequacy,"

"I get that Nancy has issues, I'm just tired of her taking them out on us. I feel like.. maybe its time to do something about it...more than just a Pokemon battle,"

"You could make an appointment with Mr. Kane," Grover suggested before he falters at the face that Rhea made, "Rhea… you can't still be hating Mr. Kane for what happen with his son?"

"Stupid bird headed boy," Rhea mutters as she bites into her sandwich. She had only met Mr. Kane's son, Carter, once and the two had gotten into a fist fight with each other. She swears to this day, that the boy's head was that of a falcon. She also greatly distrusted Mr. Kane as well, with his smell of death and that sometimes his skin seems to be blue. "I was thinking more like shoving Nancy in the nearest dumpster," she said, trying to change the subject from the two Kanes.

Grover snorted at this, and Rhea could help but smile. She then turns her head and couldn't help but think of her mama and papa. They were so close, just a stroll through the Pinwheel Forest and across the Skyarrow Bridge… Rhea wanted so badly to jump up and leave, to head home… she hasn't seen them since Christmas. Both her mama and papa would hug her, be glad to see her, but… they would be disappointed, too. They would send her back to the Academy, reminding her that other with her problems with Nancy she was doing so well..

Thoughts of her parents were driven out of her mind as suddenly, Nancy appeared in front of them with her ugly friend. "I guess she got bored from stealing from tourist and passing trainers," Rhea thought before she let out an angry hiss as Nancy not only drop her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap but had thrown a slice of cheese in his face, "Oops," she mocks grinning as her eyes landed on Rhea, as if daring her to do something. Her Skitty purrs in amusement, sneering at Murphy, Lily cowering behind him with scratch marks on her face.

Rhea felt a waved of anger roaring in her ears, her mind going blank with anger. She had only blink when suddenly, Nancy was sitting in the fountain, screaming out as her Skitty thrashed on her head, "Rhea pushed me!"

Startled, Rhea sits up, blinking at the situation she has found herself in. All around her, the others began to mutter as Mrs. Dodds materialized next to them.

"Did you see?"

"The water… it moved!"

"like it grabbed her and pulled her in,"

Rhea swallows at this, feeling dread pool in her stomach. "I am in so much trouble," she thought as Mrs. Dodds stood up after helping Nancy put of the fountain. Rhea couldn't help but take a step back as Mrs. Dodds turns to her, a triumphant fire shimmering in her eyes, as if Rhea had finally done something she had been waiting all semester, "Now honey…"

"Wait!" Grover called out, his eyes wide, "It was me! I was the one to push Nancy!" Rhea turned to him, stunned. She could hardly believed he was trying to cover for her, knowing how much Mrs. Dodds frightens him. His eyes kept shifting from Mrs. Dodds to Mr. Bunner who had parked his wheelchair at the base of a handicapped ramp, eating his celery while he read a paperback novel. Grover was trembling, biting his lip and wanting nothing more than to call out to Mr. Bunner.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," Mrs. Dodds said coolly, "You shall stay here...while you honey," she sneers, turning her gaze to Rhea, "Will come with me now,"

Rhea sighs, scooping up Murphy, while giving Nancy her deluxe, I'll kill you later stare, before she nodded her head at Grover, giving him an encouraging smile while he looked desperately at her. Turning to face Mrs. Dodds, Rhea was startled to see was now standing at the entrance of museum, gesturing impatiently at her. "How in the name of Arceus?" Rhea thought before shaking her head as she went after Mrs. Dodds.

Following her deeper into the museum, Rhea was perplex to find themselves alone in the Kleos and Fortis section. Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Kleos Gods, making a weird noise in the back of her throat, almost like growling. Murphy wiggles in Rhea's arms, chittering nervously while Rhea stares at her, uncertain.

Suddenly though, she felt something vibrate against her wrist, and looking down, she saw to her astonishment that it was her bracelet, the emerald gem embedded in the middle softly glowing, "We're not fools, Rhea Jackson. You've have been giving us problems, honey,"

She tugged on the cuffs suit jacket, turning towards Rhea, "Do you really think you would get away with it?" Rhea swallows, taking a step back at the look in Mrs. Dodds' eyes, looking at her with utter evil in her eyes. ""It was only a matter of time before we found you. Confess, and you will suffer less pain,"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am," Rhea stutters out, her eyes wide. Then, to her utter horror, Mrs. Dodds began to change. With her eyes beginning to glow like barbecue coals, her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her suit melted into large leathery wings as dark brown feathers covered her body, her face framed by red feathers.

"Where is it halfling?" she snarls, her wings slowly spreading, "Where is it?" her lips curled, showing a mouth full of yellow fangs, wanting nothing more than to tear Rhea apart.

"That… that an Erinyes… my math teach just turned into an Erinyes and she is coming right towards me!" Rhea yelps, throwing herself to the ground before Mrs. Dodds talons could grab her shoulders. Murphy wiggles out of her arms, taking a deep breath of air before blasting a Water Gun straight at her back. The Erinyes screeches loudly as she hits the ground hard from the force of the Water Gun, "Good Murphy...good Murphy," Rhea rambles, her heart pounding rapidly against her chest.

"Keep your head up, don't let your eyes wander from your opponent," her papa's voice whispers in her head and even though a huge part of her wanted to run and find a place to hide, she listened. She kept her head up, eyes narrow at Mrs. Dodds as she pushes herself up, hissing and growling curses at her. Things got stranger after that, as her bracelet, which had still been vibrating, melted into the palm of her hand, forming into a bronze trident, the emerald embedded in the middle of the socket that held the three prongs to the shaft.

Mrs. Dodds spun towards her, a murderous look in her eyes that made Rhea feel like her knees were jelly. Her hands were shaking so badly, she almost dropped the trident, but she kept a firm gripped on it as once more Mrs. Dodds flew straight at her. Absolute terror ran through Rhea, but then Mrs. Dodds shadow erupted from underneath her, cutting into her shoulder and making the Erinyes screeched in pain as black blood splatter against the tile floors. Rhea blinks at the sight of Mr. Bunner's Honedge spins in the air. It was different from most Honedge, the ones that were printed in her textbooks. The body was a bronze sword, styled as a leaf blade. A xiphos, a standard sword in the time of Kleos besides that of a kopis. The hilt of the Honedge was golden, with the standard blue gem acting as its eye. Wrapped around the pommel was a long brown leather cloth that it uses to grab things, like someone's arms when it tried to cheat during tournament days. Unlike the Honedge in Kalos, this one did not have a sheathe.

Shaking her head to foucs, Rhea did the only thing that came natural. Before Mrs. Dodds could do anything else, she screeches out in pain, choking on black blood that spilled from her mouth, looking down to see the three prongs of Rhea's trident emerging from her chest, passing through her body like it was water.

With wide eyes, Rhea watches as Mrs. Dodds became like a sand castle in a power fan. Exploding into yellow powder, "Like what cover me after the incident," the Erinyes vaporized on the spot, leaving Rhea sneezing at the smell of sulfur and shivering at that dying screech that she had left out. Her tail slaps against the floor, as she looks around, finding herself alone with just Murphy, no Trident in hand, her bracelet once more wrapped around her wrist. Mr. Bunner's Honedge nowhere in sight… just her and Murphy.

And yet, Rhea could still feel the chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching her, "Did my lunch had magic mushrooms?" she mutters outloud, but Rhea shakes her head and scoops Murphy back into her arms, heading outside.

It had started to rain. Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map over his head, while Nancy was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain and grumbling to her friends. She sneers at Rhea when she saw her, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt!"

Rhea blinks, frowning, "Who?"

"Our teacher, duh!" Nancy huffs before she rolls her eyes and turned away.

Turning to Grover, Rhea forwns as she asks him where Mrs. Dodds was. He flinches at this, squirming uncomfortably, and even Lily looks down, not meeting her eyes, "Who?"

"This isn't funny, Grover," Rhea said, thinking that he was messing with her, "This is serious. Where is Mrs. Dodds?"

"Is everything alright here?" Mr. Bunner called out as he came over, "Rhea? Are you ok? Why don't you sit down…. You look pale and cold. Grover, why don't you get Rhea's sweater from her bag,"

Usually Rhea would feel touch about how considerate Mr. Bunner was. Hardly any teacher believes her when she says she was cold when she already had a sweater on, and many other schools before Aspertia Academy had tried to confiscate her larger sweater for not following the school guidelines. But right now, Rhea didn't need her sweater, "Sir, where is Mrs. Dodds? The other chaperone? The pre-algerbra teacher?"

Mr. Bunner frowns, and sat forward, looking mildly concerned, "Rhea, there is no one here by that name. There is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip and as far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Aspertia Academy,"

Welcome to the second chapter of this fic! I am really happy with this! espically since I definitely changed some stuff or well added some than I did with the first version of this fic. Like you know, the actual Pokemon... its not copy word for word!

I changed a bit of Rhea's design now that she is older. I did make her tail a toothless tail because I am a sucker for Nightfurys. And I gave her a golden right eye, because I am in part of the fandom where Poseidon looks a lot like Kronos but has Rhea's green eyes. I want his daughter, Rhea to be not only catnip to the gods, but also to the titans. Pauldysseus is going to have to beat both Gods and Titans away from his daughter.

And yes, a mention of the Kanes... I actually like that little reference the show did so I decided to add more on it by having Rhea and Carter having a fist fight hahaa. Actually, what is the age difference between Carter and Percy in canon... actually what is the age diffrence between Percy and the Lost Trio? Like how much younger is Jason compare to Percy (I have never read the HOO i am planning to after my reread of Percy Jackson)

Anyway, if you haven't read the edit author's note in the first chapter, I have decided to go with a male Annabeth. I'm sorry to my useless lesbians fans but I promise its for a good reason, it changes things, especially in book 3 that will definitely help in Anthony's growth especially when it comes to the HOO arc, while I haven't read it I have heard things on what happen to them and how Annabeth reacts to what percy did for them to survive...so yeah... character growth for Anthony.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this, please give me some comments, I love them!