“Heracles, wake up! We are late.” the voice of Amelinda, shaking Heracles. “God, what were you doing last night?” squealed Amelinda. Heracles yawned forced himself to opened his eyes, managed to sit up leaned into his bed’s wall. “I just tried something.” he said sleepily. “Hurry up! We wait you at the gate.” said Amelinda. She strode off at one. Heracles yawned. He got out from his bed, walked toward his wardrobe, took a suit and clumsily changed in. He grabbed his baggage setting there from the before day then hurriedly left the room. Heracles ran cross the lobby leading to the stairs, leaped pass it. He crossed their building’s hall, got passed their garden rushed into their carriage. The Old Gardener had been here. He was the coachman the day. Heracles greeted him them made his way get in. His mother, July and Amelinda had sat there. His mother was putting in a white chiton. It made her turn more divine. “Here Heracles.” she said hinting Heracles to sit by her opposite to the pla...
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