I sighed as my bag came down on the empty bunk with a thunk.
"Gosh, you'd think they'd have a welcome comittee." I mumbled. I opened my bag, picking up my bow and arrows. My mother had given them to me before I left, telling me I'll discover 'what they do'. Now I understood. As I picked it up, the bow turned bright red, and a silver and gold light cast from it. It caught on fire- yet I could still touch it.
My hand grabbed the ruby necklace my mom had said my father gave me. As I pressed the small emerald in the middle, a 4-foot long sword grew in my hand. It was golden, with swirled celestial bronze. Yes, some satyr had explained everything to me. As I sliced the air, it seemed to be very sharp. I pressed a small emerald mixed in with the rubies on the pommel, and it disappeared.
Lastly, I touched the wooden recorder. A note had come with it suddenly appearing in my duffel bag.
It said something about playing and and a magic spell occuring.
I was a little frightened when my mother had IMed me, telling me my stepfather was a son of Zeus, and I had Zeus's blessing. Who wouldn't be scared if they had teh blessing of the king of gods?
I stretched, and pushed the small ruby on the bow. The bow turned into a hunting horn- one that was white. ARound the middle was a strip of red leather. There was two golden hoops the size of my thumb attached to it, one on either side. Around the hoops was a strap made of red leather for me to put over my shoulders. The arrows became designs of arrows on teh horn.
I walked out of the cabin, ready for work.