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When Gods Attack!

       Well.

          It all started with a perfect day, as usual. The sun had shined brightly all day, not too brightly or it wouldn't have been perfect. The pages had worked hard. Now, not too hard, or else Eda Bell wouldn't have corrected them so many times and the day would be far too perfect.

And on this afternoon in June, this haven called a perfect day, the Gods snapped. After all, by their standards, a perfect day isn't perfect. It's boring.

"That is IT! I have it!" shouts Mithros when, for the third time that day, two kingdoms joined peacefully by the marriage of two royal young adults.

"What is it, Mithros?" questions nonchilantly the Goddess as she sends a servant to pick more grapes from a nearby vine.

"This DAY! This whole stinkin' DAY, that's what!"

"So? What can we do about it? Ruin it? After all the trouble we've gone through to repair it? HELL, NO! Besides, they do that enough on their own."

"Well, on this day, things have to go wrong, because they are just too right!"

"I agree," aided a voice coming from behind a pillar. "You are right, Mithros," repeated the Graveyard Hag as she came out of the shadows and sat upon a cushion. "However, whatever you do, it may be done to neither Daine, nor Numair. They are getting ready to have their first child, and need all of the sanity they can get. Well,… at least Numair."

"Request granted," nodded Mithros.

The Goddess quickly added, "Let my dear Lioness and her family miss out on your games, too! With three small children and two teenagers, Hell should beset anyone whom dare disturb her already turbulent life. Besides, she is one of my most prized Chosen and would be greatly missed."

"Request granted, though it kind of knocks the fun out of things," wistfully sighs Mithros. "You Goddesses and your favoritism. Now, what am I going to do to shake the Tortallans a bit."

The Goddess raised her eyebrow. "Why a Tortallan?"

"Because that's our usual gig. Y'know. Back in High School? The Promise to make sure that Tortall got it's fill of meddling Gods and Goddesses to make up for all of those years of peace?"

"Whatever. Anyway, maybe there is a way to get things going…"

"We're all ears."

"So, Meathead? What is it like being married?" teased Dom. Kel and Dom had decided to take the newly married couple out to eat as a wedding gift.

"I feel like a new man!" declared Neal, as he winked at Yuki. Being married to the worlds most open man had brought her out. "So, Kel? How does it feel to know that you are dating the biggest bonehead on Earth?"

"Ouch! Okay! No more 'meatheads'! Happy?" surrendered Dom, causing Kel to kiss him on the cheek. Yuki openly blushed and Neal whistled.

"It feels great!" reassured Kel as the food came.

"I agree!" aided Dom  as he grabbed his fork.

However, right before his hand connected with the fork, Neal gently kicked him under the table.

"Aren't you forgetting the family tradition, Masbolle?" slyly questioned Neal. "The royal taste testers taste first."

And with that, Neal dung into his food.

But his fork never reached his salad, nor his spoon reach the soup.

Instead, he kind of went right through it.

And the other three went with him.

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