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1. Same shit, different day

Delilah woke up as the sun began to lazily climb over the horizon. She figured that meant it was probably around half six, and stretched, valiantly trying to stifle a yawn, but failing.
Busy day today. Another day of saving the world, just like yesterday was and just like tomorrow would be.
Anarchy. What's not to love? Delilah hated the tedium and repression that came with governments, both mortal and sorcerer, and so anarchy had become her sole purpose in life. Make things simpler. Free the people from the cage they didn't even know they were in. She thought back to when she had come to realise that anarchy was just so right, and wondered what might have been different if things hadn't gone the way they had with him.
Delilah sighed while she pulled on a jacket - which was apparently the only thing she managed to take off before she collapsed into bed last night - and wondered if she passed out from the tiresome day or the drink-filled night. Last night had been a night for celebration, so she wasn't complaining.
The ASM had finally tracked down and eliminated the top dog in the pile - a pile of very annoying dogs, Delilah thought - causing widespread chaos in the Canadian sanctuary. Cut off the head, she figured, and the snake dies.
She hit her head on the doorframe on the way out.
"Stupid fucking low doors," she cursed under her breath, the numbing fingers of a headache already slithering their way into her head.

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He watched as the beam of light finally spilled over the top of the mountain on the horizon, streaks of pink and red and orange finding their way through the sky as the sun climbed higher and higher, above the peak and into the sky.
Would he later suffer for such an early start? Almost certainly.
Was the sunrise worth it?
Every second.
After the sun had risen far enough into the sky, the light turning each tree in the valley into its own stained glass window, Lilian took in the view on final time, and started back down the hill towards the cabin. After about an hour of packing, he threw his suitcase into the trunk of his Jeep and started the long journey, through the town at the bottom of the mountain, and onto the highway. Sure, he had enjoyed visiting his former home, but five years was probably long enough to have stayed in one place, and he was ready for something exciting in his life again. He looked in the rear view mirror as the little town became smaller, and finally, disappeared forever.