It was a wonderful day. At least, once upon a time, it had been wonderful. It had then become flat-out strange, then terrible. Those last two happened on the same day. Now, he didn't know how to feel about this day.
His name was Magnus Chase, and the date was January 13th, his date of birth/death.
*I am a line break*
Staring at the open sky in the atrium in his room, Magnus heard a knock on the door and, deciding he was too lazy to get up, called, "Come in!"
His hallmates trooped in, pulling him to his feet, shoving a change of clothes into his arms (he was still in his pyjamas), and pushed him toward the bathroom, telling him to go get changed. When he came out, he was greeted by cries of:
"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Death Day!"
"Happy Anniversary of admittance to Valhalla!"
"Thanks," he muttered. "What's the plan?"
*I am a line break*
After breakfast, they dragged him to the gift shop and got him little trinkets to commemorate his first birthday in Valhalla. Then, he left to go meet with Annabeth for lunch, and upon his return, they had Group Combat to the Death!
Various other activities later, Magnus flopped onto his bed and sighed. It may have been even stranger than it had ever been before, but he could finally call his birthday wonderful again.