"Welcome, welcome!"

The voice was cheerful, almost too cheerful, like a street performer putting on a show. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself once again in that endless white void. The same emptiness. The same nothingness. I clenched my fists as I sat up, my heart still hammering from—

From what?

Snowdrop.

The truck.

The blood.

I swallowed, touching my throat. No wound. No pain. Just me, in this damn void.

And then I saw him.

Like a magician poised to start a magic show, he stood there, balancing on the tips of his shoes. When he saw that I was completely awake, he bent forward in a dramatic bow, his hands folded behind his back, and his amused eyes widened. He had a smile that was overly big, like a character from a cartoon.

"You again?! You did this to me! You made me live through that hell! You let her die!"

He threw his hands up in surrender, taking a step back as if I was pointing a loaded gun at him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no, no. Wrong guy! I didn’t do any of that."

I glared at him. "What the hell are you talking about? You’re the same bastard who—"

With a sigh, he waved his finger before abruptly pointing directly up. "Nope! Not me! You met someone else before. The god who had you under his thumb? Yeah, let’s just say…"

He rolled his wrist dramatically "he had a very, very specific taste in entertainment. And buddy, your suffering? That was his favorite show."

"Bullshit."

He grinned even wider.

Boom.

His head exploded.Like something from a cartoon, like a balloon popping. No blood. No blood. There was only a loud pop and a plume of smoke, as if the joke had gone too well.

Then, as if nothing happened, his head snapped back into existence, like it had never left. He rubbed his chin. "Mind blown, huh? If i was him that would be your head and it would be.... More blody"

I staggered back, my mind trying to process what I just saw.

He laughed.

"Listen, pal, there are a lot of gods out there. And I mean, a lot. All of us have been watching you struggle. Some more than others. But the one who was in charge of you? Well… let’s just say his creative vision wasn’t exactly popular among the rest of us. Watching you get torn apart? Kind of painful for us normal folk."

"You're telling me there’s some... cosmic audience watching my life like a damn movie? And I got stuck with the worst director?"

He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "Bingo!"

"Bullshit again."

"Oh, come on." He crossed his arms. "Do I really look like the kind of guy who’d lie to you?"

"Yes."

His ears fell off.

They just plopped to the ground like two loose buttons. He bent down, picked them up, dusted them off, and casually reattached them to his head. "Oof, harsh. But fair. I get it, trust issues and all that. But let me make one thing clear I am not him. I am not the sadistic little gremlin who threw you into this nightmare. I am... let’s say, an improvement."

I didn’t believe him.

This had to be another trick. Another game. Another setup.

"If you’re so much better," I growled, stepping closer, "then fix this. Undo it. Bring her back. You’re a god, aren’t you?"

His smile flickered for the first time. Just for a second.

"...You can't, can you?"

He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his messy, windblown hair. "Not exactly. The old god’s, uh… creative choices can’t just be erased. I can rewrite them a little. But completely undoing them? That’s out of my hands."

"Then Snowdrop… she’s still going to die?"

I hated how my voice cracked on the last word.

His expression twitched, and for the first time, his body language didn’t seem like some exaggerated performance. He looked… almost guilty.

"I don’t know yet."

I felt my blood turn to ice.

"What do you mean, you don’t know?"

He wiggled his fingers in a who-knows gesture. "I mean, the script isn’t fully written yet. Your story is… shifting. Because of me."

"That’s not good enough.You’re a god. You can do anything. I don’t give a damn about rewriting things I want you to erase it. Make sure she lives. MAKE SURE NONE OF THIS HAPPENS AGAIN."

His ears fell off again. But he caught them midair this time and snapped them back into place. "Man, you gotta stop yelling. My ears are very sensitive."

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to burn this entire place down if it meant I could get an answer I actually wanted to hear.

"If you can't change it, then why the hell are you here? Why did you bring me back here? What do you actually want from me?"

His expression softened. "To give you a chance. A real one. Without someone pulling the strings and just to watching you break."

I hated how much I wanted to believe him.

But I had believed before.

And it had cost me everything.

"And what if you're lying?"

His grin widened. "Then you're fucked, buddy. But hey, at least I'm funnier than the last guy, right?"

"Well… you’re right about that."

"See? Progress! You’re already warming up to me."

Despite the light, playful tone of his voice, I could still feel the weight of everything collapsing around me. My predicament had not altered in actuality. Snowdrop had vanished. There was still Oblivion Wake. And I was simply me. A man who stood between monsters and spoke only words.

"So? What can I do? Or, more importantly, what’s the most you can do?"

He tilted his head from side to side, making a little hmm sound, as if weighing his options. Then, with a snap of his fingers

I was sitting.

A grand wooden chair beneath me. A table in front of me, piled high with grapes, cheese, bread, and golden goblets filled with shimmering nectar. The god stood across from me, a staff now in his hand, tapping it against the floor in a rhythmic pattern.

"Well, here’s the thing" he said, his voice taking on an almost musical quality. "I can’t make Oblivion Wake vanish. And I can’t just snap my fingers and change your sister’s fate. But you? Oh, you can."

"Explain."

His grin widened, and with a flourish, he twirled the staff before pointing a thumb at himself.

"To save your dear Snowdrop, to rewrite her tale,
You need the right blessing, or else you will fail.
A god must stand with you, a force on your side,
Someone who’s willing—someone with pride!"

He puffed out his chest dramatically, striking a heroic pose.

"That’s me, my dear boy, the one who will aid,
A deal to be brokered, a pact to be made!
Wouldn’t you like to wield power untold?
Wouldn’t you like more than just words to be bold?"

His staff hit the ground with a loud thump, and suddenly

The world around us shifted.

Gone was the lavish feast, replaced by an endless black stage, like we were standing in the middle of a theater with no audience. The god twirled his staff like a baton, and from the darkness, three towering silhouettes emerged.

Their eyes gleamed. Their shadows stretched, warping and twisting as if they were alive.

I swallowed hard. I knew who they were.

Cozy Glow. Chrysalis. Tirek.

The god sang.

Oh so he's that kind of god. Lame

"Cozy Glow is but a child, a twisted little thing,
A sadist with a broken mind, playing puppets on a string.
She’s clever, she’s ruthless, but oh, what a shame—
She’s got no real power, just tricks and mind games!

She is weak, oh so weak, in a fight one-on-one,
And that, my dear hero, is how you have won.
Break her, outthink her, and watch her despair—
When she loses control, she won’t have a prayer!"

I watched as the silhouette of Cozy Glow shattered like glass, disappearing into the void.

Then, the god pointed his staff, and Chrysalis’s shadow loomed larger.

"Now Chrysalis, ah, the cunning queen,
Her mind is a fortress, her will is unseen.
She plots and she schemes, she adapts, she survives,
To challenge her fully? You won’t leave alive.

But what does she crave? More than blood, more than pain?
Power, my boy, she wants to reign.
Use that, entice her, make her betray,
Whisper sweet lies and she’ll give them away."

The shadow of Chrysalis flickered, as if momentarily unsure, before fading into the dark.

And then

Tirek.

The god’s staff spun, and a massive leather-bound book materialized in his hands. He opened it, adjusting a pair of suddenly appearing glasses as he flipped through pages.

"Now, Tirek, oh Tirek, the beast with no soul,
His heart is a furnace, his hunger a hole.
He was meant to destroy you, over and over,
Kill you, revive you, repeat until older."

The pages flashed before my eyes

Me. Dying. Again. And again. Impaled. Burned. Drowned. Torn apart Over and over, millions of times.

I felt bile rise in my throat.

The god sighed and slammed the book shut. With a snap of his finger it caught fire.

The pages curled, blackened, and then disintegrated into glowing embers.

"Well, that script is outdated, not happening now,
You’ve got a new fate, but listen up—how?"

He leaned in, grinning.

"If you dance with fate, you enhance your state,
Take what I give, and alter your weight.
A blessing, a boon, a power untamed,
A choice to be made—so what’s your name?"

I parted my lips, about to answer, but—

A sharp, unnatural static filled the air.

My voice, my own name, was cut off. Replaced by a jumbled, garbled mess of sound. Like someone had taken a black marker and scratched it out of reality itself.

What…?

God blinked. His grin faltered. He leaned forward, cupping a hand behind his ear. "I’m sorry, what was that? Your name is…?"

Again, I tried to say it. And again—it was censored.

A long, dead silence stretched between us.

"PFFFFT—"

The god bursted out laughing.

His entire body trembled with laughter, and he doubled over, gripping his sides. As if I were the subject of the funniest joke ever told.

"SERIOUSLY?! This is censored?! He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye. "Ohhh, man. This is rich. Absolutely golden. Tell me, how the hell are they supposed to reac it if it's bleeped out?"

I just stared at him, confused. "What… what are you talking about? Who's ‘they’?"

God straightened, still snickering to himself."Ehhh, don’t worry about it. Not important. What is important is that you listen closely. We’ve got a schedule to keep, after all!"

With a dramatic snap of his fingers

The world shifted.

The white void flickered.Suddenly, I wasn’t standing anymore I was seated. A plush chair beneath me. A warm cup of tea in my hands.

Across from me, God stood at a chalkboard, dressed like a college professor, glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

He tapped the board.

In big, bold letters, it read

"HOW TO FIX YOUR SHITTY LIFE (A GUIDE BY GOD)."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

He ignored me, clearing his throat. "Ahem! Now, after that brilliant little moment where you used every last brain cell in your skull to talk strategy with the Main Five—seriously, I nearly choked on my drink when I saw that, it was brilliant You out played that lame old god. You gave them explenation without giving them one but you’re going to do something even more brilliant! Wait wait wait, you died on purpose right? OOOOH I GET IT NOW, it wasn't just lame sad suicidal attempt after you saw snow die, you just wanted to come back to the night, oh clever clever, i must say buuuuut"

He clapped his hands together, giggling like an excited child. "You’re going to run your ass across the street and save your sister!"

"Wait—what? Just like that? No tricks?"

"No tricks, no gimmicks!" God spun his staff like a baton, before pointing it at me. "But—and this is important—you need the girls to come with you."

"The girls?"

"Yes! All of them! You’ll ask Pinkie to drive you there, and the others will follow. That way, when you perform your act of supreme badassery, it’ll be a moment! The gods love moments!"

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

"And—if you play your cards right—not only will you save your sister, but she will maybe use yours lips as lipstick!"

I furrowed my brows. "She?"

God waggled his eyebrows harder. "Ohhh, you know who I mean."

My face immediately heated up.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, but I could still feel the warmth on my cheeks. This god , the smug bastard, just kept grinning.

The room dimmed.

Hermes sighed, tapping his staff against the floor. "Of course, there is one little detail…"

He waved his hand, and suddenly

The Book.

The same damn book he had burned earlier. It materialized back into existence, floating in the air beside him. Dust scattered off the cover, pages flipping wildly before it settled on a single passage.

God peeked inside, adjusting his glasses.

"Ah. Yep. Just a regular guy. Sitting in the truck."

He scowled. "Seriously? This bastard god really put some random dude there? How boring! If it were me, I would’ve put someone more interesting, like, oh, I don’t know OTHER SUNSET?"

He groaned dramatically, slamming the book shut. "But whatever. I guess we’ll work with what we’ve got."

With that, he tossed the book over his shoulder. It vanished into thin air, like it had never existed. He turned back to me.

For the first time since I met him, his voice was… calm.

"Listen, kid. I know you don’t trust gods. And you have every reason not to. But I promise you this—"

He held out his hand.

"I am your biggest fan."

I stared at him.

At his outstretched hand.

At his genuine smile.

And I reached out.

And shook his hand.

A sudden rush of energy pulsed through my body. Warmth. Strength.

I believed him.

"So…" I met his eyes. "Do I get to know your name?"

Silence.

"OH, YOU DID—OH, YOU LITTLE—"

He stomped his foot on the nonexistent floor, glaring at me like I had just pulled a trick on him. He muttered something under his breath, then finally sighed.

"Fine. You win. The name’s Hermes."

My eyes widened.

"Oh."

"Ooooooohhhhhh."

Hermes crossed his arms. "What?"

I smirked. "Nothing. That just… makes sense."

Hermes narrowed his eyes. "Tch. Whatever. Are you ready?"

"I’m ready."

"You need to be more than ready."

Hermes snapped his fingers.

Everything vanished.

The next thing I knew—

I was back.

Sitting in a room.

Sunset was next to me.

I stood up so fast the chair scraped against the floor. "Okay, girls, listen." My voice was firm, urgent. I looked at each of them, searching for even the slightest hint of doubt. "I can’t explain right now, but I need you all to trust me. My sister’s life is on the line, and we have to save her."

Pinkie blinked. "Oookay, now it sounds like some dramatic action movie moment—"

"Please." I turned to her, my eyes pleading. "Pinkie, I need you to drive me somewhere. Right now."

Something in my tone must have struck a chord, because without another word, everyone in the room stood up. No hesitation. No questions. Just silent, shared determination.

I exhaled, relief flooding my chest—

"THEN WHY ARE YOU THE LAST ONE TO LEAVE IF YOU SAY IT’S SO URGENT?!" Pinkie suddenly screamed, flailing her arms. "CMON, WE NEED TO SAVE HER!"

I nearly tripped over myself running out the door.I sat in the back of Pinkie’s small truck, gripping the sides. I gave her the address. Good. My memory was sharp. Without it, none of this would be possible.

Pinkie’s usual carefree energy was gone. Her expression was dead serious, her hands gripping the wheel with fierce determination as she gunned it through traffic. Cars honked, people shouted but none of it mattered.

I saw it.

The truck.

The same damn truck from other time line.

Barreling down the road, heading straight for that intersection. The one where Snowdrop would cross.

I sucked in a breath. "WE NEED TO GET AHEAD OF IT!"

Pinkie’s eyes flashed. "No problemo!" She smacked a button under the steering wheel.

The entire truck jolted forward.

I nearly fell backwards from the force. Whatever modification she had in this thing it was fast. Really fast.

We weaved through traffic, slipping between cars like a thread through a needle. I could see the truck now. The way it barreled forward, oblivious to the tiny girl about to step into its path.

Through the front glass, I saw her.

Snowdrop.

She was walking. Step by step. Completely unaware.

It was happening.

I scrambled to the back doors of the truck, throwing them open with shaky hands.

I had one shot at this.

One. Shot.

"What are you doing?!" Sunset’s voice snapped at me.

I barely turned before I felt her grab my arm. Her grip was tight, her eyes filled with panic.

I swallowed hard. "Something dumb."

Sunset’s face twisted. "What—"

"Something I would never do if I hadn’t met you guys."

Sunset’s eyes widened slightly but there was no time.

I turned back toward the open doors.

"Pinkie! GET TO SNOW—LEFT SIDE!"

Pinkie didn’t hesitate.

The truck swerved perfectly aligned.

I saw Snowdrop, mere feet from the crosswalk.

The other truck was almost there.

I felt my breath hitch.

Jump.

I bent my knees. My muscles screamed.

Jump.

Sunset's grip loosened just for a second.

Jump!

I threw myself out of the truck.

The world became a blur. Wind roared in my ears. I reached, stretching every fiber of my being toward her toward my sister

And I grabbed her.

My arms wrapped around her small frame, pulling her toward me just as the truck roared past.

An inch.

That was all.

The truck sped by, missing us by an inch.

We hit the pavement.

Hard.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, but I held tight to Snowdrop, rolling with her to absorb the fall.

Then—

Stillness.

For a moment, all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

A weak, shaky voice beneath me. Could be heard.

"W-what…?"

I opened my eyes.

Snowdrop was beneath me, trembling. Her small hands clung to my shirt her eyes wide with absolute terror.

"I… I almost—"

"Yeah."

She sniffled. "I—I was just… crossing the street… I didn't even hear it—"

"I know."

Her lip quivered.

She buried her face in my chest, shaking.

I closed my eyes. I let out a shaky breath.

I did it.

I saved her.

Snowdrop’s breath came in short, sharp gasps against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing wildly—almost as fast as mine.

“How?”

She was staring up at me, eyes filled with confusion, fear, doubt.

“How did you know?” she demanded, her fingers tightening on my sleeve. “Where did you come from? I was alone, and now you're just… here.”

I let out a breathless laugh. That doesn’t matter.”

Her brow furrowed.

I pulled her closer pressing my forehead against hers. "You’re alright. That’s what matters." I wanted to stand, to get up and be strong for her. But the second I moved—

Pain.

A sharp, searing pain tore through my body, my muscles screaming in protest. My vision blurred for a second, and before I could stop myself, I collapsed back down.

"Ouch—! Shit—!"

Snowdrop gasped, immediately scrambling to her feet. "Are you okay?!"

I hissed through my teeth, trying to push myself up. "Yeah, I’m fine, are you hu-"

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" she interrupted, her voice was sharp now, almost commanding.

This was… different.

Snowdrop had always been gentle, soft-spoken, hesitant. But now? Now, there was fire in her voice.

"How the hell did you get here?! You better start talking."

"Snow, I—"

"Speak. Now."

Okay. That was definitely new.

"I… I jumped out the back of a moving truck."

Silence.

A long, drawn-out silence.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the street.

"I—"

"WHY?!"

"To save you from getting hit, Snow."

Her eyes grew a little wider. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to quarrel or shout at me more. Then, however, her face lost its color.

She looked over her shoulder. At the street.

At the truck in the distance that had nearly taken her life. But before she could say another word, tires screeched against the pavement behind us.

Pinkie’s van skidded to a stop. The doors burst open and suddenly—I was surrounded.

"YOU IDIOT!" Sunset’s voice was the first thing I registered. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"BRO, WHAT THE HELL?!" Applejack’s hands were on her hips, looking like she was about to scold me to death.

"I—I can’t even—DO YOU KNOW HOW INSANE THAT WAS?!" Rarity clutched her chest dramatically, looking like she was about to faint.

Fluttershy just hid behind her hands, peeking out with tears in her eyes.

"DUDE, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME." I turned my head just in time for Rainbow Dash to slap me on the back. I groaned in pain, and she laughed. "Seriously, that was like, peak action movie material. You literally jumped out of a moving car to save someone! You’re crazy! But in the coolest way possible!"

Despite the pain, despite everything—I laughed.

"Yeah. I’m fucking awesome."

I tilted my head up toward the sky.

Hermes.

Thank you.

As if in response, a tiny star flickered brighter for just a second.

"Heh. You’re watching, huh?"

The thought alone made my chest feel lighter.

Then, a sudden warmth pressed against me. I looked down.

Sunset.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close.

Her body was warm, steady, and despite the fact that she was clearly pissed at me, there was something soft about the way she held me.

"You’re such an idiot," she murmured against my shoulder.

"I know."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Snowdrop’s voice cut through the moment

I barely had time to process before I felt her grab onto me, pulling me into her own hug.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, her grip was very tight.

She snapped her gaze to Sunset, raising a single eyebrow.

"Excuse me, but he's my brother. And he saved ME."

Sunset blinked, then grinned. "Yeah?"

Snowdrop hugged me even tighter, sticking her tongue out. "Yeah. So it's more appropriate for ME to hug him, not you."

The girls all bursted into laughter.

Sunset snorted, shaking her head. "Well…" She looked at me. "He did show me today something I thought no one could."

Snowdrop raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? Is that so?"

Something about the way she said it made Sunset’s cheeks turn just a little pink.

Snowdrop grinned.

She turned to me, holding up a thumbs-up, her expression was pure anime protagonist energy. And saying good job.

I laughed. I laughed so damn hard. That laughter bubbled up in my chest, spilling out in full force until pain shot through my ribs like a bolt of lightning.

I coughed, gripping my chest. Damn. That hurt more than I expected.

"Oh! Oh no!" Fluttershy gasped, immediately kneeling beside me. "You’re hurt—w-we need to get you looked at right away!"

She turned to Pinkie. "Can you drive us to my house? My mom's a doctor, she can check him out!"

Pinkie snapped a salute, then dashed to her truck, throwing herself into the driver’s seat. The horn blared three times loud and triumphant. "Aye aye, captain!"

Before I could even think about standing, Snowdrop slipped under my right shoulder, gripping me tightly

"You’re not walking alone"

On my left, Sunset did the same.

I looked between them, seeing the fierce determination in their eyes.

For a second, I thought about arguing. About saying, I can walk just fine.

But…

I let them help me.

Together, we made our way to the truck.

The drive to Fluttershy's house was filled with Snowdrop’s dramatic retelling of the events that had just happened.

"And then—THEN—I looked left and saw this CRAZY pink truck SPEEDING TOWARD ME!" she threw her arms in the air. "And I was like—'OH NO!'" She clutched her face. "So I looked RIGHT, and BAM—there it was! The truck that was gonna hit me! And I thought—‘Oh shit, this is it, Snowdrop, you’re done for—’ BUT THEN—"

She jumped onto her knees, pointing wildly at me.

"BOOOOM! OUT OF NOWHERE, THIS ABSOLUTE MANIAC LEAPS FROM THE BACK OF A MOVING TRUCK AND SLAMS INTO ME, KNOCKING ME OUT OF THE WAY LIKE SOME ACTION MOVIE PROTAGONIST!"

She threw her arms wide, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I swear, I felt like I was in a movie. I could almost hear the epic soundtrack playing in the background."

Pinkie gasped. "Ohmygosh, I KNEW I should've brought my sound system! That moment totally needed, like, a ‘DUN-DUN-DUN’ sound effect!"

Rainbow leaned back "I still can’t believe you actually did that, dude. That’s some next-level bravery right there."

"Or stupidity."

"Same thing." She winked.

Sunset just shook her head, her hand still resting lightly on my arm. "You’re lucky you didn’t break every bone in your body, you reckless idiot."

"I wouldn’t be the first idiot to jump into traffic for someone they love," I said, smirking.

Sunset’s expression softened at my words, but before she could say anything, Fluttershy suddenly perked up.

"We’re here!"

Fluttershy’s house was small and cozy, bathed in the warm glow of porch lights.

The second we pulled up, she rushed to the door, flinging it open. "Mom! We need your help!"

From inside, a gentle but firm voice called back. "I’m in the kitchen, sweetie. What’s wrong?"

"It’s my friend! He’s hurt!"

Within moments, Fluttershy’s mother appeared.

She was a tall, kind-looking woman with soft pink hair tied back into a bun. The second she laid eyes on me, her gaze sharpened with professional concern.

"Bring him inside."

Sunset and Snowdrop helped me through the door, guiding me into the small but welcoming home. And then into mom little operational room.

"Sit" Fluttershy’s mom instructed, gesturing to a chair. I obeyed, exhaling slowly.

Then, she gave me a look.

"Shirt off."

…Oh.

Well.

That was… awkward.

I hesitated for a moment, but she was a doctor. She’d seen worse. Way worse.

I carefully pulled my shirt over my head, wincing at the movement.

The second it was off, she gasped.

Snowdrop’s eyes widened. "Holy shit—"

Sunset’s jaw clenched.

I didn’t need a mirror to know what they were seeing.

My torso—a mess of deep violet bruises.

Dark, ugly marks sprawled across my chest, decorating my skin like evidence of the insane risk I had just taken.

"Can both of you get out? It feels a little akward beeing with 3 girls without my shirt"

Sunset and SnowDrop leaved the room leaving me with fluttershy mom.

Fluttershy’s mother immediately moved into action, her hands checking for anything seriously wrong.

Her fingers pressed gently against my ribs, feeling for fractures. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to flinch.

After a moment, she sighed in relief.

"No broken ribs. Just heavy bruising. You’re very, very lucky, young man."

I let out a breath. "Thanks, Hermes."

She blinked. "I’m sorry, who?"

"Uh—nothing. Just… thanking my lucky stars."

She gave me a suspicious look but said nothing, instead reaching for a container of ointment.

"This will help with the bruising."

The cool sensation of the ointment was a relief, even as the pain still lingered beneath my skin.

After a few more instructions—"Rest, ice, and take it easy for the next few days"

I stepped into the living room, where all the girls were waiting.

Snowdrop was the first to speak. "Are you okay?"

"I’m okay."

"Will you be okay?"

I nodded. "It’s just bruises. I’ll heal."

A collective sigh of relief filled the room.

Pinkie suddenly threw confetti into the air.

"YAY! HE’S NOT DEAD!"

I burst out laughing.

They were all happy.

I was happy. I leaned back against the couch, exhaling slowly.

Thank you, Hermes again.

The god who had helped me. Who had guided me to this moment.

Would he help me again?

Would he be there when I needed him most?

Would he help me when the time came to face Oblivion Wake?

I still need to kill that motherfucker tirek. He will beg for mercy, kneeling down at my feet.. but

…That was a thought for another day.

Tonight—

Tonight, I would cherish this moment.

Author's Note

heyyyy. i'm whriting it tired, im sorry if there are mistakes, i could mention hermes name before he reaveled it but im to sleepy to change or better to say find it, here we have the way the story is gonna go, but not for long? Yeah also funfact i made a mistake whriting it and it costed me a 2 hours of my life an 1400words. Check what you are writing remind me of that.