A/N: All characters belong to Lin-Manuel Miranda. Some of the facts in this fanfic are historically accurate, while others were made up for lack of information or interest. Again, thank you for reading my stories/reviewing! Also, does anyone know how to do line breaks? I just put a bunch of dots but if anyone could tell me how that would be great. Now, on with the story!

Hercules' mother always told him that he was named after someone brave and strong. With her warm smile and caring soul, he was always eager to please her, and in this case, that meant living up to his namesake.

"Rawr! I am the mighty Hercules Mulligan! Nothing and no one can stop me!" He bellowed one day as he played with his siblings.

"Herc," his sister Sarah sighed. "You're not invincible. Just because the original Hercules was doesn't mean you are."

Though she was a year younger than himself, Sarah was wiser beyond her years, a trait she likely inherited from their mother.

"Oh." Hercules' face dropped. "Well, what did the original Hercules do? I bet I can be just as good as he was! Ma believes I will!"

Sarah giggled. "Unless you're a demigod with super strength you're never going to beat him."

Hercules processed his sister's words carefully. Maybe I can't beat him through sheer strength, but Mother said that he was brave too. I can do that!

Hercules gave a smug grin in return. "Maybe. But I can be just as brave as he was. You'll see."

And so they did. Hercules stomped on every insect and rodent that dared to come into the house, viciously hunted down the birds that preyed on his mother's vegetable garden, and also chased away the neighborhood bullies, despite the fact that he was only six years old. He was hailed a hero, but his reign was cut short by their family's move to the colonies.

"But why!" Hercules' brother Hugh whined when their parents told them the news.

"Well," their mother replied, always the diplomat, "your father and I have decided that there will be better business opportunities for your father over there than here."

Sarah scoffed at her. "Even so, we've built a life here in Ireland. There's no need to move now."

Hercules frowned. Secretly, he agreed with Sarah, and didn't want to travel to a foreign land for the sake of "business opportunities." However, he didn't want to upset his mother, and held his tongue, thinking that that was what the real Hercules would do.

"Sarah, Hugh," he tried to placate his siblings. "Don't complain. The colonies are far from Ireland, sure, but think of the adventure to get there! We'll be on a huge boat for weeks. And when we finally arrive, we'll have a brand new house too! You might even get your own room." Hercules added as an afterthought.

Sarah and Hugh looked sufficiently swayed, and stayed quiet, pondering Hercules' words.

His mother smiled broadly at him. Silent gratitude traveled between their eyes. "Hercules is right. It won't be the same, but isn't that the point? Think of the possibilities!"

With that in mind, the Mulligans began to prepare for their journey. They packed up their belongings, and several weeks later, headed to the docks, where they boarded a ship that would hopefully lead them to a better life.

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The Mulligans had arrived in America. Hercules and his siblings quickly adapted to their new lifestyle as time passed, while Mr. Mulligan found a new job at an accounting firm.

A year later, when Sarah was 6 years old, Mrs. Mulligan thought it was high time that she learned how to sew. Still a Mama's boy at heart, Hercules sat down with them during Sarah's first sewing lesson.

"Now, place the thread through the needle and tie a knot to secure it in place," Hercules' mother began, patiently watching as Sarah struggled to follow her directions.

"Here, let me do it!" Hercules interrupted enthusiastically, snatching the needle and thread from his sister's hands and weaving it through in seconds.

"Hercules," his mother reprimanded immediately. "Apologize to your sister for taking her things. If you wanted to learn how to sew as well, you could have asked me first."

But Hercules wasn't paying attention. Mrs. Mulligan had laid out several scrap pieces of cloth to practice with, and without any sort of instruction, Hercules was already expertly closing the holes within the fabric and neatly stitching them together to form a small pocket.

Both ladies looked over in amazement as they watched what was happening.

"Hercules!" His mother said in surprise, though not unkindly. "Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?"

He finally glanced up. "What, this? I don't know, it just felt natural." He paused. "Am I in trouble?" He asked hesitantly, putting down his handiwork.

Mrs. Mulligan was proud to call herself an open-minded woman, one who detested slavery and treated everyone equally, and her son sewing as well as she has after over twenty years of practice on his first try was no exception to this fact.

"No, of course not!" she exclaimed. "Hercules, you have a natural talent for sewing, and I could never be mad at you for that. This skill could very well lead you to become an excellent tailor, a very respected profession!" She added after a moment's pause.

Hercules felt an immense amount of pride.

"Really?"

Though he thought his father wanted him to become an accountant like him, the idea of one day owning his own shop where he mended clothes and fixed imperfections, and most importantly helped people was extremely tempting to him. He wanted to make the world a better place, much like his idol, the original Hercules, and what better place to start than people's clothing? After all, everyone needed it, even the first Hercules, and his mother approved of it. What better career choice than tailoring?

"Oh I can't wait to tell your father about this! He'll be so proud!" His mother exclaimed, looking at him with pride shimmering in her eyes.

For the first time since he picked up that needle, he turned towards his sister. She was looking at him with a strange expression on her face, a look he couldn't read—jealously, annoyance? Finally, she smiled as brightly as his mother.

"Guess you proved us wrong after all Herc. You're going to create some amazing stuff, I just know it. But first, can you hem my dresses?"

A/N: Hmmm... How's Hercules' dad going to react when he finds out what his son wants to do? Here's a hint: it's not going to be good. It's going to break little Herc's heart. Also, I'm an evil person if you haven't figured that out yet.