And the final day of my birthday week for the year of 2025, and the final raffle...which is actually EVERYONE else who entered. No more entries today, but since I had only a few left I decided to skip the roll and just do them all. Enjoy.

This piece by AirbendingKwakwa

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Magic was never quite the precise thing that many thought. It wasn't words or motions of hand that caused things to happen. The world's laws bent to power, and the Gods WERE power incarnate, so sometimes that caused things to mess up around them, which was the case as the Pool of Styx would occasionally spit someone up where it shouldn't.

Hypnos, on seeing the thing burble and chug, sighed, knowing that today was just NOT a good day for the one who was supposed to keep a list of people coming out of the Pool. He decided to place his list down, and then move towards the small stool he kept beside him, one Dusa had recently set a goblet onto filled with some of Elysium's best vintage, because she was a doll like that.

Of course, if Hypnos was paying closer attention, as he brought the goblet to his lips, he might have noticed something inside it that shouldn't be. A form that breached the surface of the liquid in the cup, and a shouting, tiny voice as he pressed the sweet towards himself, and then began to tilt it, causing the contents to spill out onto his tongue.

It tasted divine...which it should, and he soon was swallowing it down with a few deep gulps, draining the glass dry in seconds, and leaving him with a nice smile on his face again, worries forgotten. Well, at least until the Pool decided to make noise again, showing ANOTHER new arrival. Just as he belched too, which made him look rude to the newly dead person, how shameful...though where were they? He didn't see anyone, and stepped closer towards the Pool, his sandals slapping against the tiled floor.