Busy Busy Bee
POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 20:59:30 GMT -8
Post by Justin Matthews on Sept 14, 2013 20:59:30 GMT -8
Justin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was sitting behind a desk with a bunch of papers spread out on the desk. There was a map of the North American continent. On it he had used a green pen to circle the location of Camp Midgard. With a red pen, he’d circled the location of Camp Jupiter and with a purple pen, he’d circled the location of Camp Isis. He had used a blue pen to circle where the Romans had said Camp Half-Blood was. Then he had used a yellow pen to circle all of the places connected to the mythologies – places such as the Lotus Hotel and Los Angeles, where apparently the door to the Greek and Roman Underworld was located.
There were also books open on the desk. One book was a guide to Greek and Roman mythology he had sent some campers to get from a book store. He doubted it was accurate, but the more knowledge they had, the better. He knew more about the Egyptians since the two camps had been uneasy allies for as long as he and his sister had been campers. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to accomplish. He had been up since early that morning and it was well into the afternoon.
He didn’t feel like the needed to prepare for a war. If a war was to ensue, he would try to find a way to stop it from starting. Surely none of the other camps wanted a war. He certainly didn’t want his camp to feel forced to side with the Romans. But there had to be a cause; a spark to start the fire. He heard someone walk into the room but didn’t look up. It was either a member of the camp staff, his sister, or Eleanor. He was too busy wrapped up in his own thoughts. None of the camps seemed like they would be stupid enough to want a war, so someone had to be trying to start it…
But who?
He heaved another sigh and slouched back in his chair. “I think I gave myself a headache,” he admitted to his comrade, glancing over to a book he had open about Egyptian mythology. The book had sticky notes spread all throughout its pages with notes written on them about what was truth and what wasn’t. He remembered spending hours with Anthony, an Egyptian demigod, going over the book when he had first become an Aesir. In return, he had gone through a Norse mythology book and told Anthony what was truth and what was fiction. The two boys had understood that they needed to gain each other’s trust. After all, he knew Eleanor and Anthony got on each other’s nerves.
“By the gods, I’m sick of reading and my hand hurts,” he grumbled, rubbing his dominant hand.
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