The Eleventh Day
Tyson walked towards the Hecate cabin with only three things on mind, Ella, book, and present.
Tyson thought Ella looked very pretty.
Ella had red feathers that were shiny. They matched her hair.
Ella liked to read, Tyson noticed also.
So today, he was making a special Christmas present for Ella.
He neared the cabin.
Then he knocked at the door.
"Yes?"
A girl peeked out of the door.
"Lou Ellen?"
"That's me."
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Depends on what it is."
Lou Ellen let the door open a couple more inches.
"Oh it's just you Tyson. I thought you might be like a Hermes cabin person. They want us to enchant the Demeter's cabin flowers to have elf on the shelf faces on them all the time. We do actually, but for a price. Anyways, so what do you want? A love potion? A holiday enchanchment? The ugly sweater curses are popular too."
"Um-m no. Actually I was wondering if you could do a book?"
"Hmm? A book?"
"Tyson.. Wants a gift for Ella. She is pretty."
"What kind?"
"A book enchanchment? Tyson wants Ella to read any book she wants."
"So... Like a Kindle but better and monster proof?"
"Yes."
"Can do, but you have to pay 10 drachmas."
Tyson dug the money out of his pocket.
"Mkay... One.. Two.. Three..... Ten. Good. Be back in a flash."
She slammed the door shut on a startled Tyson.
He sat down and tinkered with some metal.
15 minutes later, the door opened again.
"Here's your book. You can read any book almost. The languages can be changed and you don't have to buy anything."
"Thank you!"
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Tyson went to Rachel's cave.
Ella sat in there, curled up, hands clutching a book.
"Ella..."
Ella looked up.
"Tyson?"
He blushed.
"I have a gift.."
He handed her the book. They had made it red, like Ellas feathers and it was inscribed with gold lettering that read Ella.
"A book!"
Ella greedily grabbed it.
"You can read it anytime, anywhere, anything."
"Ella is happy."
She flipped the cover open and looked through it.
"Merry Christmas."
AN
Yep it's been quite a while guys. I might update again tonight or tomorrow. Who will it be hmm... It will also be the 12th day.
I don't know if I'll end it or just keep on writing little stories. I kinda like writing them.
Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out.
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