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Dawn began to wash over the city of Andalusst like a ravishing light of rejuvenation sweeping across the darkened landscape. The light began to creep up through the window of the Guild-issued housing that contained the sleeping Heracross known as Hercules. He was barely starting to wake up, yet his confident and outgoing mood seemed to energize him enough to get himself out of bed. With a quick remaking of the bed, and a swift grab of his vest, he was already up and ready to start his day! After eating a hearty breakfast, he stretched for a few minutes before heading out the door. The town was quiet, everyone was just starting to wake up on

When he woke up, Milly was standing over him, laughing. And he was laughing too, feeling almost cathartic. Yes, he had lost, but it felt different from his last one. His body was aching, he was starting to recover thanks to a berry that was offered by Milly, but he would be a bit sore for a bit. On their way back to town, he felt a little bit lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. The pressure of victory was beginning to lift, he was so caught up in winning that he was almost willing to go to horrendous lengths. That thought was eating Hercules up inside. “I...felt like I almost killed you. I’m sorry f

The two Heracrosses stood across from each other, a large stone structure shading them from the morning sun. Hercules stood on one side, wearing his slightly tattered vest; Milly stood on the other side, her ribbon-adorned horn at the ready. Herc’s body began to grow pumped with adrenaline, already a bit tense. Doubt was beginning to creep into his mind, already imagining if he found himself at another loss at the hands of his cousin, it instilled a feeling he had forgotten had existed, fear. Lost in thought, he looked up and already saw the other heracross speeding towards him, head lowered in a charge. He leaped out of harm’s w