Will's Bunk

Will tossed and turned...He couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. The book under his pillow was tempting him. He turned on the lamp next to his bed and silently began to read. Finally, he fell asleep.

In the morning, he tucked the book back under his pillow, and left the cabin for breakfast.

There was a blinding flash of light, and there appeared the messenger god Hermes  inside the Egyptian cabin, dressed as... Santa Claus?

You look stupid, George hissed from atop the caduceus. Those shoes? With that shirt? Zeus have mercy on your fashion sense.

Oh George, it's Christmas; lighten up. Martha rolled her eyes, wrapped around Hermes's hand on the caduceus. Ignore him, he's just grumpy.

"I'm sure he is," Hermes muttered to himself, checking his list. William Hendy, son of Thoth. He glanced around at the array of bunks lining the walls, briefly wondering which one was which as he untangled his hand from Martha and reached into his messenger bag of wonders. He pulled out a piece of paper, wrapped up with twine; he hoped it wasn't some magical curse joke from Thoth. Last time he'd sent one of those, Hermes had had a candy-cane flavored hand for a week until Hecate reversed it.

He glanced at his list again -- Will's bunk should be... right here. Hermes took one large step to his right and deposited the paper onto the bunk. With the red pen hanging off the end of his clipboard, he checked off "Will Hendy" and nodded to himself. One down, thirty-ish to go. In another blinding flash of light, he was gone.

[Child's name: William Hendy
God parent: Thoth
Type of Gift and powers of this gift: An old map of the world. It can zoom in on certain areas of the map, showing cities, roads, and boundaries in more detail. It can also switch between topographic, political, political, and physical.]

Will stepped into the bunk, tired after a long day of training. He lay down on his bed, but was interrupted by a crunch of paper. He sat up, and found a small scroll. He pulled off the twine, and the scroll rung open in his hand. It was a map. There were many small red dots on it, but Will ignored those. He experimented with the map, until he finally could understand its functions. After a while, his watch beeped, signaling that it was time for dinner. He stood up and left.

Will open the creaky swing door to the cabin. Most of the bunks were abandoned, and the ones that weren't were almost empty. Except for one towards the center of the room. Books were strewn everywhere across the bed, as well as notebooks and writing utensils. In front of the bunk was a large desk and chair set, with a small lamp and a half empty cup for pens and pencils. Will had also put the map on the desk. He snaked towards his bunk, slithering around one of the Bast kids' hairless cats.

"Home sweet home" Will muttered, and fell down on an empty bunk. "Make yourself cozy, this shouldn't take long." Will reluctantly sat up and put his silver pen on his desk to charge.