chapter rating: pg-13
pairing: gen (eventual bonnie/damon, caroline/stefan)
summary: (au) in an effort to save elena from klaus and his hybrid obsession, stefan and damon track down the amazonia coven, an all female band of witches said to be the strongest in existence. there, they meet the leader, bonnie bennett, and ask for her assistance.

[amazonia]

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stefan asked, his eyes darting to and fro, in search of what he wasn't quite sure. But entering a land he didn't know guaranteed a certain level of suspicion.

"You heard what Katherine said. You gotta fight power with power. If we want to get that curse off of Elena, we can't just hit up your average witch."

Stefan sighed, his lips pursed. "What makes you think this coven will see us, let alone help us?"

Damon offered a smirk. "Pay attention, little brother, I can be very charming when I want to be."

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head, his mouth parting to dispute or no doubt point out more flaws in Damon's plans, but, before he could, a sudden whistling noise cut through the air.

"Do you hear that?" Damon asked, his brow furrowed.

Stefan's hand abruptly hit Damon's chest, forcing him to a stop. Good thing too, as an arrow struck the ground in front of their feet.

"That was a warning," a cheerful voice rang out. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Stefan frowned, glancing at Damon briefly, before he called out, "We're not here for trouble… We only want to speak to someone. Please, we come in peace. We're just—"

"You're vampires."

The voice, the same voice, was suddenly coming from a different direction. Stefan and Damon both whirled around, searching the dark forest for any sign of who the voice belonged to.

"Your kind isn't welcome here."

From the left then, and high above, as if carrying down from the trees.

"Yeah?" Damon's eyes narrowed. "And just what kind are you?"

There was a rustling noise on their right, but she appeared from the front of the path. A hood was drawn up, her features shadowed, but she was small and lean, her hands on her hips as she stood before them. "Who wants to know?" she queried.

Damon and Stefan shared a look and then turned back to her. "Who's asking?" Damon blustered, raising his chin.

She chuckled, amused by him, and then reached up to tuck her hood back. Soft waves of blonde hair unfurled around her shoulders and bright blue eyes stared between them. Flushed cheeks and a sweet smile met them, the picture of beauty and innocence.

Stefan's eyes widened as he stared at her while Damon looked her over skeptically.

"Listen, Blondie, not that the cloak and dagger stuff isn't three shades of hot, but we have business. So maybe you could point us toward your queen or whatever…?"

Tipping her head, she gave him a considering look. Nodding, she stepped forward. Before they had time to block her, her hands suddenly thrust through their chests, fingers wrapping around their hearts and squeezing. "I am Caroline, warrior of the coven Amazonia, and I really don't like nicknames. Especially the kind that are at my expense. So, just a suggestion, maybe you should a little… more… respect…" With each of her last three words, Caroline squeezed their hearts.

Damon choked, squirming under her hold. He wrapped a hand around her wrist, but no matter how hard he gripped it, she didn't so much as flinch.

"You can keep trying, but you're only embarrassing yourself. I might be a human, but I'm nowhere near average."

Rasping out a breath, Stefan struggled to say, "Amazonian witches… legends say they're stronger… than any vampire or werewolf… in existence."

Caroline grinned at him. "Look at you, you did your homework. A-plus."

He nodded his head jerkily. "Please. We're not here to make trouble. My brother… he's hot-headed. But it's only because he's worried."

She looked between them curiously. "Worried enough to go looking for a coven bred to destroy you… Now that is worried." Releasing their hearts, she drew her hands back from their chests and wiped the blood off on their shirts, her lip curled in a sneer. "Fine. You have five minutes to tell me why I should put in a good word for you two. Starting with how you found us."

Rubbing a hand over his chest as he tried to catch his breath, Damon gave his head a shake and said, "Katherine Pierce told us where to find you."

Caroline's expression hardened, her teeth gnashing together. "That bitch?" She looked between them. "I told her we should've put her down as soon as she came knocking at our door." Chewing her lip, she said, "Katherine's a snake, so that's one strike against you. I'm still waiting on an explanation of what you need."

"Help. That's all. We just…" Stefan glanced at Damon and then back to Caroline. "We have a friend, she's been cursed. She… She's the doppelgänger."

Caroline's face went blank then; her chin raised and she looked away. "Snake," she muttered, before turning on her heel and stalking away.

"Wait," Stefan called. "Caroline, please, I know you don't know us, but our friend, Elena, she isn't like Katherine. She's innocent."

"Isn't that what witches stand for?" Damon added. "Innocence and balance and all of that jazz?"

Caroline reached behind her, taking her bow from her back.

Damon stiffened, watching her hands, and then he looked up at her. "Was that not respectful enough?"

"Idiot," she muttered under her breath, before plucking out an arrow.

She didn't turn to them, however; instead, she took an arrow by its shaft and tipped it up, the arrow head a few inches from her mouth. "Incendia." A fire burst forth at the tip, which she blew on gently. As it turned a bright violet color, she notched it to her bow and raised it up, sending it flying through the air, bursting across the sky. One burst became two and then three, and suddenly the pathway in front of them lit up, revealing a wrought iron gate and, further down, a tall, gothic, brick building, the windows lit with an orange glow.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" Caroline wondered, hip stuck out impatiently. She turned, placing her bow on her back, and started forward, walking toward the gates that opened with a wave of her hands.

While they shared a skeptical look, their options were limited, and so Damon and Stefan hesitantly followed Caroline through the gates. The path they walked was wide enough for a vehicle and reached to the hulking front doors of the building, both black with a golden knocker laying in wait. A sudden and unexpected crack of lightening lit the sky and piercing laughter followed.

"Oh, don't mind that. We have a few Valkyries staying with us," Caroline dismissed, waving her hand.

"Valkyries," Stefan repeated. "Like, real Valkyries?"

"As opposed to the fake kind?" She cocked an eyebrow back at him, half-smiling before she hopped up the stairs in front of her.

"Quit panting after Blondie. We have a job to do, remember?" Damon said, elbowing Stefan in the ribs.

Stefan glared at him. "I'm not panting. I'm curious. It's not every day we're allowed to walk into the home of a coven so old it predates everything we know about vampire history. We're lucky they didn't roast us."

"Speaking of… Why didn't they?" Damon wondered, casting his eyes around suspiciously.

"Well, it's not your spectacular ability to keep your voice down," Caroline said, throwing open the doors of the house and stepping inside. A wave of heat hit them, as if a roaring fire was warming the front foyer. A mixture of female voices could be heard on the floors above; young and old, some arguing, some flirting, some talking about the latest season of Big Brother, etcetera. It was all a little too average and boring for Damon's taste.

Before Caroline got too far inside the foyer, a tall, willowy woman intercepted her, hopping down off the winding steps leading upstairs. "Don't tell me, that was you with the light show? What'd you drag home this time? Like the stray dog last month didn't leave us with enough problems."

"Hey! I didn't know he had fleas, and he was a perfectly good dog. He just needed a good family," Caroline defended. "Anyway, it's none of your business, Vicki. And I wouldn't be pointing fingers about dogs considering you smell like a wet one. Didn't Bonnie tell you to stop playing fetch with werewolves?"

"Hayley hasn't turned," Vicki snapped. "She's free game."

"Does anybody else feel like they just walked into a wiccan sorority house?" Damon whispered out of the side of his mouth. "I volunteer to referee the naked pillow fight."

"Damon," Stefan sighed, exasperated.

"Whatever," Caroline said, pushing past the girl and walking further into the entrance hall. "Where's Bonnie anyway? Katherine left some undesirables on our doorstep."

"Rude," Damon muttered.

Stefan shook his head at him.

"She's in the library. Like she ever goes anywhere else," Vicki answered, crossing the hall and disappearing behind a swinging door that looked like it led into a kitchen.

Sighing, Caroline unhitched her bow and arrow from her back and moved to a closet to stick it inside. She kicked her shoes off too and then looked back at them expectantly.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Really?" At Caroline's crossed arms over her chest, he sighed and removed his shoes, lining them up by the door. Stefan followed suit. "There. Better?"

Caroline nodded and then started down the center hallway. "Follow me."

As she walked ahead of them, Damon took a look around. High arches and wooden beams made up the ceiling. Pictures of various women covered the walls, some dressed as warriors, with paint across their cheeks and bows in their hands, others simply as friends, their arms wrapped around each other as they smiled for the camera. Clearly, the coven was close, a band of sister that helped and relied on each other. As Caroline turned down a new hallway, leading to the dark stained door at the end, the pictures became portraits of individual women. The farther down the hall they went, the newer the portraits became. He checked the tiny name plate on the frames on the very last one curiously.

Sheila Tituba Bennett
"Nature needs balance. It is our duty to keep it."
1970 – 2009

He raised his eyes and looked at the woman who stared back at him, brown curls falling around her face and high, arching eyebrows that screamed 'no nonsense.' Damon imagined that if they'd come asking for help during her reign, she wouldn't have greeted them with open arms. Speaking of… he wondered how the new witch in charge was going to welcome them.

Caroline threw open the library doors and stepped inside, hips swaying and head swiveling. "Bons…" she called, "Katherine sent us trouble in the form of cute boys."

"That is her favorite kind of trouble," a voice answered.

Damon whistled as he considered the impressive library in front of him. Two storeys high, there were aisles of book stacks on the floor and shelves built into the walls. A winding staircase led to a second floor of bookshelves, while a few rolling ladders allowed for easier reaching. Perched near the top of one, a petite woman stood, returning a few books from her arms to their rightful place. Damon stared for a moment; dark hair spilled down her back and brown pants hugged distractingly long legs. Even from a distance, he could see she was small in stature, with round hips and narrow shoulders.

"Couldn't you just magick them back into place?" Damon wondered.

"We weren't given our abilities so we could become lazy," she answered.

"Good thing I'm not a witch then," he muttered.

"They do make for a good distraction, though." Her voice came much closer then, from right behind him, and Damon blinked as the visage of her on the ladder fizzled away into smoke. He turned to face her, just as tiny as he thought, but with the most stubborn chin he'd ever seen. She stared up at him like he was the short one, and it brought a smirk to his mouth.

"I love that trick," Caroline said enthusiastically.

Damon took in the woman in front of him, who was now giving Caroline a fond smile. Bonnie had warm brown skin, earthy green eyes, and sinful lips. The power radiated off of her in low, simmering waves, not quite a threat, but definitely a warning. He did always have a thing for dangerous women, though.

"You said Katherine sent them?" Bonnie asked, arching an eyebrow before she looked back at the two men. "They do look like her type."

Damon held a hand to his chest in mock-offense. "Excuse you; that was a long time ago. I was a different man, a much more easily manipulated man."

Bonnie sniffed distastefully and circled around them. "Regardless, you're a vampire. I'm sure Caroline gave you the memo; your kind is not welcomed here."

"Yes, well, our kind, needs to talk to you. It's important." He turned his body to follow her, briefly distracted by the lingering scent of honey she left behind. Clearing his throat in an attempt to focus, he said, "You've heard about the doppelgänger, right? Your little blonde friend has, so I assume it's public knowledge around here."

"It's not public, but those who need to know do." She sent a side-long look toward Caroline, who returned her own grave expression. Taking in a deep breath, Bonnie looked back at the two brothers. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt here… Mostly since you risked your lives getting here. So what is it, exactly, that you need our help with?"

Damon looked at Stefan, who took a step forward. "We have a friend, her name is Elena Gilbert, and she's Katherine's exact double."

"The Petrova doppelgänger," Bonnie said, nodding. "And?"

"And she's in danger. Klaus, he's an original hybrid, and he wants to use Elena's blood to make more. Klaus is an original vampire, but he's also half werewolf. His mother, Ester, used Petrova blood to bind that side of him. He's broken his curse already, but now he wants to make others like him. If he uses Elena's blood, he can turn werewolves into hybrids; half wolf, half vampire. And he's looking to make an army of them."

"So you think if you take the curse out of her blood, she won't be useful and Claude or whatever will just leave?" Caroline piped up curiously. At their nods, she looked to Bonnie, "It makes sense, but…"

"But taking the curse out of her blood is too dangerous," Bonnie finished.

"Dangerous? For who? Elena's getting turned into a pin cushion and Klaus is raising up an army that might just be able to take on your whole little witchy crew. Stronger than vampires or werewolves, right? What about their strength combined?"

Bonnie's jaw twitched as she clenched her teeth. "What you're asking me to do is to put my whole coven at risk for your friend. I'm sure she matters to you, and if I could, I would help. But my people have to come first. This coven, these girls, rely on me to make the right choices for them. The Petrova curse was placed on his blood by a very powerful witch."

"We know. That's why Katherine sent us here. She said it was one of your ancestors," Stefan said leadingly.

"Ayana. She used the blood to bind Klaus, I know. Elijah Mikaelson has come to us for help in the past. He was told about the importance of doppelgänger blood centuries ago. And when Klaus began searching for a way to make more of his kind, he came asking questions."

"Elijah knew?" Stefan asked, his lips pursed.

"Elijah loves his brother, but he also knows what it would mean to unleash a whole army of people just like him."

"Then you know how important this is," Damon said, staring at her searchingly. "As long as Elena's in reach, Klaus can use her to make more hybrids."

"As long as Elena is alive, you mean." Bonnie quirked her head, looking between them. "Tell me, if you're so worried about the world, why not just turn her?"

After a glance at each other, they didn't reply.

Bonnie stepped toward them then, a sarcastic smile pulling at her lips. "See, the altruistic angle might work on some people, and I'm sure that's what you were hoping would work on me. You want me to be selfless, to sacrifice myself and my coven, so your little doppelgänger can live freely as a human."

"She doesn't want to turn, and we don't want to make her," Stefan admitted.

Bonnie hummed, circling around them thoughtfully. "The allure of the doppelgänger… It does have a certain potency, doesn't it?"

They watched her, brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"She naturally attracts people and danger, she always has, right back to the very roots of her: Amara."

She walked away from them then, taking a seat at a table stacked with books. Somehow, despite the very general look of the chair, Damon found himself thinking of it more like a throne. Maybe it was just Bonnie; she gave off a certain regal flair.

"So you won't help us then?" Stefan finally sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I didn't say that. I said I won't take the curse off her blood."

"Altruism is good and all, but we fight the good fight for balance, not to be martyrs," Caroline piped up, crossing to take a seat atop the table, her legs swinging beneath her. "Besides, we don't even know this girl and you want us to suck ourselves dry for her? Puh-lease. I worked my butt off, and I come from a long line of ass-kicking witches. Sacrifice is reserved for those who deserve it. And if she wanted it so bad, where is she?"

"She's safe. For now. We didn't want to risk moving her in case Klaus caught on." Stefan shook his head, looking between the two witches. "We don't want you to sacrifice yourselves, honestly. We just need help and we've run out of options. As far as we can tell, the only ones on the same level as the originals is this coven. So if it takes begging, we'll beg."

"I like the sound of that," Caroline mused, grinning. "Boys are always better on their knees."

"I'm not really the begging type. Although, I could definitely offer up some other form of payment," Damon suggested, smirking down at Bonnie.

She quirked an eyebrow at him and then turned her attention back to Stefan. "Like I said before, I know Elijah personally. If what you're saying is true, then Klaus is working his way up toward a war. He always was too power-hungry for his own good; New Orleans proved that. Elijah made peace with our coven a long time ago, and so far he's kept that peace. But he knows the rules; if he or any of his family upset the balance, we will right it." She shook her head then. "Elena is a problem. You don't want her to turn, but if she's going to live, she can't be within Klaus' reach."

Eyes narrowed, Bonnie turned her head to look up at Caroline, whose mouth parted as she shook her head. "No way, that's like calling those mangy jerks to our front door."

"They won't come here. Klaus doesn't even know where we are." Bonnie pushed up from her seat and started to pace, tapping her fingers over her lips thoughtfully. "We can offer her sanctuary and I'll talk to Elijah myself, tell him that Klaus' pursuit for power can only end one of two ways."

"I know Elijah has a soft spot for you, but don't you think this is asking too much?" Caroline said, shaking her head. "It's his brother, Bon."

"You can't kill him anyway. You do that and it'll wipe out everyone from his line," Damon argued. "A line that I, regrettably, am part of."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow back at him.

He clucked his tongue and offered an empty smirk. "Hey, I know you're not a big fan of my kind, but I'd really prefer to keep breathing, thanks."

She hummed. "Killing Klaus isn't an option anyway. That would only lead to war with his siblings. Binding him and putting him to rest until he's more reasonable, that might be an option…"

"You could do that?" Stefan asked.

Caroline shrugged. "Sure, if we wanted to. But that's a last resort. Mostly because the Mikaelsons might not have any problem daggering each other every few decades, but they're not too kind to anybody else who tries." She frowned to herself. "Not that I regret trying. Rebekah totally had it coming."

Bonnie drew in a deep breath. "She borrowed a blouse, Caroline. You really need to let it go."

"Um, more like she ruined it! Have you ever tried to get blood out of satin? It doesn't happen."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Bonnie shook her head. "Look, the best option is to have Elena brought here. She'll be safe here while I sit down with Elijah and, if he's willing, Klaus."

"What makes you so sure that Klaus won't just kill you and storm the castle?" Damon wondered. "He might not know where this place is now, but I'm sure he could ask around. If Katherine's really feeling threatened, she might just tell him to save her own neck."

"Katherine's smart. She won't make an enemy out of this coven. She might make rash decisions and get herself into too much trouble from time to time, but she knows that keeping us as allies is a lot better than making us her enemy."

"Emily Bennett," Stefan murmured suddenly. "She was with Katherine back in 1864… She was an Amazonia witch, isn't she?"

"She was. Katherine came to our coven a long time ago, seeking refuge. We offered it and, when she thought she was safe to go back out into the world, Emily went with her. They were friends."

"Katherine doesn't have friends. We're all just pieces on the chess board that is her life," Damon scoffed sourly.

Bonnie pinned him with lethally sharp eyes. "When you've lived as long as she has, gone through as much as she has, and survived, then we can talk. Until then, the matter is closed."

Damon pursed his lips, but gave a nod anyway. "Not to beat a dead horse, but even if we do get Elena out here, there are still people Klaus could use to his advantage. Little Gilbert, for one, and Donovan for another."

"Donovan?" Caroline asked, her brow furrowed.

"Yeah, Matt Donovan. He and Elena grew up together, best friends, dated for a while, that whole boring story."

Caroline glanced at Bonnie before she asked, "Does he have a sister?"

Damon's forehead wrinkled as he tried to think back. "He did, but she took off to some boarding school a couple years back. Why?"

Pursing her lips, Caroline said, "It wasn't just any boarding school. His sister is Vicki." She rolled her eyes. "You know, she's seen Katherine a couple hundred times, you think she'd mention the uncanny similarity between her and this Elena girl."

"I'm sure she had her reasons," Bonnie defended.

"Whatever. You have to say that, you're the head witch in charge." Caroline crossed her arms rather petulantly. "I can complain about her all I want."

Rubbing her temple, Bonnie sighed, "Now's not the time. We need to focus. If Matt is who we think he is, then he can come here. He has ties to a member of this coven, that makes him a friend."

"What about Jer-bear?" Damon asked.

"If there's nowhere else for him to go and he matters to Elena, then he can come too. However…" She looked up at them then, her expression serious. "My loyalty and my concern is for my coven first and foremost. If either Matt or Jeremy put them in danger or act in any way that I deem unfit, they're out. And that goes for both of you as well."

"You're letting us stay?" Stefan asked, brows hiked in surprise.

"If what you're saying is true then you'll be in danger too. Until I've finished negotiations with Elijah, you can stay here." She turned her eyes toward Damon. "That means no fresh-feeding. You put one fang out of place and I will personally removeit…"

He held his hand up in defeat. "Deal."

Bonnie nodded shortly and then turned to Caroline. "Would you mind showing them around? And see if you can find Vicki; I'd like to talk to her before any of this happens."

"Sure. I think she's in the kitchen helping make dinner." Pushing off the table, Caroline walked toward the guys. "Tour, anybody?"

Stefan nodded, stepping up to walk with her and offering an arm for her to take.

With a laugh, she hooked her arm with his. "So," she said, as they walked to the door. "You and Elena… Dating or…?"

He smiled at her. "Not dating."

She grinned, looking pleased. "Good."

As they walked out of sight, Damon turned his attention back to Bonnie, who was currently chewing her lip, her brow furrowed as she stared off distantly.

"I'm guessing you're always this serious," he said, watching her.

She looked over at him, not the least bit surprised to see that he hadn't left with the others. "Not always. Just when supernatural war is pawing at my door." She offered a faint smile. "I'm guessing you're not generally serious."

"Guilty." He shrugged.

"So. What's different?" She eyed him. "There's a reason you hung around while your brother's out getting hit on by Caroline…"

"Straight to the point, huh?" He nodded. "All right, I really just wanted to ask a question."

To distract herself, Bonnie started gathering up books from the table and stacking them in piles. "I'm listening."

"In the hallway, all of the coven leaders have their portraits hung up, with a nifty little quote and everything..."

"They do. It's respectful, each leader can have their portrait done whenever they like, however they want to be remembered, but they aren't hung until the next coven leader takes over."

"And how does a new leader take up the mantle? Is it like a voting system or…?"

"More often than not though, a leader is chosen by the previous leader, but she can be voted out if the coven doesn't feel like she's doing what's best for the coven. If they're not voted out then, unfortunately, the new leader usually takes over because the last one died…"

"You've only been in power, what, a year, two years?" He looked her over from head to toe. "You're still a kid…"

"I'm twenty, and my grandmother was the leader before me. She was training me long before she died. She knew her time was coming and she knew I would stand in her stead."

"Still, twenty's pretty young…" He cocked his head curiously. "Isn't there anybody, y'know, older and wiser who could do it?"

"We have older witches here, but most of them take sabbaticals. A lot go traveling, meet with other covens, build relationships with them. Year round, this is really more of a school. We train our witches to the best of our abilities, in combat and in magic."

"Right. Combat. Because you're all from some ancient Amazonian bloodline or something, right? That's why you have super strength to go with your witchy juju."

Her mouth twisted in an amused smile. "Something like that."

"Pretty big thing though, coven leader at twenty." He eyed her thoughtfully. "Connections with the originals, diplomacy, probably has a broadsword or two under her bed… Not to mention living with a veritable sorority house of beautiful women. Sounds like you've got it pretty good."

"It's not terrible. Is there a question in there?" she wondered.

His face went serious then. "Why help us? Why bother? I know you're worried about war, even if you aren't willing to risk your life to take the curse off Elena. But if you've got Elijah in your pocket, then you and yours are probably safe from global destruction. So why even let us through the gates? We're vampires. Barbie made it clear; our kind isn't welcome here…"

Bonnie walked toward him, searching his eyes for a long moment. "Grams raised me not just to be a good witch but to be a good person. I don't know Elena. I don't know why you and your brother are so adamant that you'd go to any length to save her. I can postulate on the doppelgänger allure, but maybe it's something more human at play, like plain old genuine concern for your fellow man. I do know that tracking down my coven and having the guts to walk up to my gate, that isn't child's play. Katherine must have warned you before you came, and, given it was Katherine, she probably taunted you. Told you that you wouldn't make it past the front door. Even if you don't like her, and I can tell you don't, you must've believed her."

His jaw ticked. "Maybe a little."

"But you still risked it." She nodded. "I like loyalty, Damon. I respect it. Just make sure that whoever you're giving it to deserves it."

He watched her as she turned and walked away from him. For such a tiny little thing, she sure was fierce.

Before he could say anything more, the door to the library opened, and in walked an unenthused Vicki Donovan. "You rang?" she drawled apathetically.

Bonnie turned to look at her. "Vicki. We need to talk. About your brother, specifically."

The apathy drained from Vicki immediately and concern filled her face. "What about Mattie? Is he okay?"

"Take a seat," Bonnie encouraged, taking her own at the table.

"I'll let you two hatch that out," Damon said, before walking to the doors to give them some privacy. He glanced back as Bonnie reached forward, placing a soothing hand atop Vicki's and giving her a reassuring smile.

He hadn't been so sure when he'd first decided that coming here was an option. It was a last ditch chance at trying to keep Elena alive. They may have had a rocky romantic history, but, in the end, she was his friend. His best friend. And he would do whatever it took to keep her alive. If that meant walking into the lion's den, he'd prepared himself to do just that. But whatever he'd expected, it hadn't been Bonnie Bennett. Strong, resourceful, empathetic and smart; she was more than he could have asked for and exactly what they needed. Fingers crossed it all went according to plan.

author's note: I'm kind of in love with the idea of Bonnie as coven leader and Caroline being her second-in-command. They've got their witch school and all of these amazing ladies learning how to defend the balance. Seriously cool stuff.

Anyway, thanks so much for reading! Please leave a review; they're my lifeblood.

- Lee | Fina