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Next came the tale of Hydra, and it didn’t start out that great. Ouch actually. If Slavik were named after a lizard with poison breath he wouldn’t know quite how to feel about it. It could be pretty cool, the name itself wasn’t that bad. But imagine the teasing! ‘Hey yo stank breath get yo three heads over here u big lizard!’ He wouldn’t dare repeat any of that to the daughter of the alphas, and he had no reason to be rude to her anyway unless it was a joke, for he liked Hydra. But he did smile a little to himself upon thinking it.

Slavik grinned at her flattery, giving her a shoulder nudge, You’re not too bad yourself, he said with a playful wink. He listened intently as she continued the story, which got more and more exciting the more she spoke. A hundred heads! What?! he exclaimed with a laugh, less of a question and more an expression of his astonishment! There was no way Heracle was gonna win at this point. But somehow he did, defeated the odds as heroes do. He nodded approvingly, Heracle was a pretty awesome guy. He glanced up at the sky above then when she mentioned that Hydra was up there now.

You mean there’s a big lizard constellation and I haven’t noticed it? he said, looking from her to the pitch night above, as if this time he looked Hydra would be clear as day.