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❝ O FREE HIS SOUL, O SLEEP .ᐟ
SWEETLY AND GENTLY SOOTHE
HIS WEARY SPIRIT .ᐟ ❞

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IT IS THE CURSE OF THE LESSER TO REMAIN IGNORANT OF THEIR OWN FATE; wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed from their thrones of gilded gold and pale marble. Prophecies have been echoed through the ages, whispering of destinies intertwined and paths yet to be taken; but mortals slip from life's stage before their stories are fully spun. Kings are conquered and empires crumble. The weak are swallowed by shadows of obscurity, and all the while, the Olympians observe with a gaze of indifference from the heavens, untouchable and unmoved by the struggles of mankind. Such is the cycle of existence—it has always been thus.

Until the son of Hypnos razed Olympus to the ground in a single night.

Zeus has been dethroned, and the once-mighty gods lie scattered, their authority dispersed in the aftermath of ruin. Now, the so-called lesser deities of the pantheon and immortal beings alike vie for dominance; their struggles shape a new era of shifting rules and fragile uncertainty—and if left unchallenged, this new world may prove to be even crueler than the one that came before it.

The balance of power lingers in the air, waiting to be seized by those bold enough to claim it. The ashes of Olympus, left in ruin by the House of Midnight, still smolder, threatening to ignite another catastrophic war among the gods.

As heroes forge desperate alliances to withstand the first tremors of the Great Stirring, Micah is torn between his love for Percy Jackson and filial ties to his family, all while death loomed over his weary shoulders like a nightmare on the verge of becoming true.

Hypnos will not allow it to become true.

Wise men once interpreted dreams sent by him while the gods laughed from their thrones of gilded gold and pale marble. But the thrones are gone now, the wise men long dead, and only the dreams remain; only Lord Hypnos remains—and he is coming for all the monsters that have twisted his son's stars into shadows.

Allow Gaia to roust; call upon Zeus to strike him down with his thunderbolt; Titans may rise again, but not even the strongest of Giants can stand against the force of a father's love for his only son.

No one will be able to stop him from seeking justice for his son's stolen dreams. As Olympus faces a new dawn, will you stand with Lord Hypnos in heralding a new age of gods?

0001. The Hymn of Hypnos will be a collection of short stories and one-shots following a different cast of original characters, each beginning on quests bestowed upon them by Hypnos, the god of sleep. If your character isn't selected for the initial quest, fear not—they may be chosen for future adventures in subsequent tales!

0002. The Hymn of Hypnos and As If the Stars Had Aligned both occur in the same universe. While it is not mandatory to read the previous work, there may be references or connections that enhance the overall experience for those who have. I will not incorporate elements that contradict the established lore or character development from the previous stories. ⇲ That is to say, no children of Hypnos or Thanatos will be accepted.

0003.  Although not mandatory, I have created a Discord server to house and discuss the stories, as well as interactive mechanics such as polls, ability checks, and character discussions to enhance the vision of the character's original creator and engagement with the project. Because Wattpad no longer allows private messages, individuals who submit an application but do not join the Discord server may not receive crucial updates and chances to participate in the ongoing story.