~|Cyrus POV|~
•|1763, Virginia|•

"The coachman?" I inquired.

"Quite." Mr Harris replied, "I hear he's one of the finest coachmen around." He enthused.

"But he punched me," I mumbled, irritably. Mr Harris raised his eyebrows immediately.

"The coachman?" He queried, looking fairly unsatisfied with my account.

"Quite." I mirrored. He chuckled and walked away in disbelief. I wiped my nose clean of blood. So he was the coachman, ey? I had never seen this man before, but at least I knew how to find him. And I would. I would find him for it was my mission to protect my legacy.

And so I took to the streets. I came across multiple people I had previously associated myself with. For example, I passed the book shop where Mr and Mrs Phillips worked which I had been known to visit on occasions where I could afford to spend some of my money on a nice, new book. In passing by, I did wonder that perhaps it was about time for a new book, but I dismissed the possibility of buying one now because I was occupied with revenge. I wasn't quite sure what I would do once I found this 'coachman'. Perhaps I could replicate his actions onto himself? If I am to be a respected gentleman, I must be able to fight my own battles, after all. It's just that I hadn't ever been much good at combat of any kind; I once got beat up by a kid a little older than me when I was a child but I didn't get any experience of fighting back from that. If I was to be respected, I would have to show this man the power I truly have over him. Age has to be power, right?

Within the same trip down the town, I, unfortunately, came across Mr Gray. "Cyrus!" He shouted to me, pulling me into a corner. "RACCOON!" He 'exposed' shouting out to a street of uninterested people. "YOU. ARE. A. RACCOON!" He cried out to me, grabbing both of my shoulders and shaking me violently. I didn't have time for this. I had been in this almost exact position only last week and I was hoping that the same thing would get him off my case for long enough for me to escape. As far as people go, he was not the smartest.

"Sure," I stated, startling him for a moment. "But you are, too," I replied. He backed away and looked at his hands in distress as if his mind was blown by this interpretation of his theory. I dashed away before he could figure out that I'd done the same thing to him when he accused me of being some crossdresser from the future. Please, if my facial hair shows anything, I'd like to think it means I'm a man, be it just stubble.

After this encounter, I was very suddenly confronted by Mr Banks, the man who throughout my childhood taught me everything I know. Our wealth was much greater then than it is now and so my mother and father had him tutor me. This lasted until I was about 14 when my mother thought I had learnt enough and wanted to save on the expense. And yet, whenever I went into the town beyond then I would be greeted by him and I would still learn. "I see you still talk to yourself?" He snickered, standing before me in his tall form, wearing a top hat and holding a nice cane which I didn't recognise. I was? I had been paying too much attention to my own thoughts that I must not have noticed their leaking from my mouth.

"By each at once her chappy finger laying upon her skinny lips: you should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so." He sang in his English accent as he waved his finger across the air as if reading from the air. His words meant nothing to me, and apparently, this was apparent in my face. "Shakespeare, my boy. Gender can be a lot more fluid than one may think!" He explained. "Take it from the genius himself." He then smiled and walked away, spinning his walking cane.

What nonsense was he on about this time? He was growing in age; he was twice the age now than when I first met him being about forty now. Time was moving on and I had very little to present for it. That was why this was important that I find that-

"Hey!"

I looked up at a coach which had parked beside me. Before me jumped down the very same boy who punched me at the beginning of the day. I had spent the entire day searching for this pest; the sun was already beginning to set. I charged and didn't look back.

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A/N

Hi again. Um, yeah please don't kill me for introducing 60 million characters. I like minor characters, okay? They won't be minor for long because there are no minor characters. I'm enjoying writing this if you can't tell and I hope you enjoy reading this. Bye for now!

Also, sorry for any inconsistencies with basic history. Let's go with the excuse that I'm going with what the musical told me to go with. Yup.