Michael (MichaelNeverSleeps/OmegaGamingLP) Oneshots

[OoO] Secret Gifts

A/N:
OoO stands for Origins of Olympus

It would be automatic for someone to assume that they wouldn't know that the goddess Athena is known for weaving, as Athena was a patron of the arts and crafts. Though once again, considering mostly no one is Camp Oasis reads it would be likely to skip their minds.

When someone thinks of the goddess Athena. They think the goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and warfare. Handicraft meaning the arts and crafts... but their first thought wouldn't have been weaving.

Which was what Michael, the only child of Athena, was doing right now.

He was in his cabin, empty cabin thankfully. No missions right now, Ritchie was out with his brothers on a mission themselves, one where he wasn't needed, and Austin was with Bri. Doing, whatever they were doing. They just weren't bothering him. Thank the gods.

Michael was actually seated in an antique rocking chair, one he recently built himself. It was made of an ancient aged oak tree. The first time Michael saw the tree, he had been on a mission with Ritchie, he knew he had to come back by himself and make something out of it. As much as he respected nature, this was an exception.

The son of Athena's hands were delicately handling the loom in front of him, the mini loom that was on Michael's desk. Currently, Micheal was making something. Many things really. He had different types of wools by his side. He had an alabaster milky white, charcoal black, creamy yellows and stunning golds, baby-blues and different amethyst purples, bright and bold blood reds. There were a lot of colors.

But now, two questions remain. What is Michael making, and who is he going to give these gifts to?

Well, let's find out...

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Ritchie suddenly perked up, his nose lifting up and out of his book as he shifted his gaze towards his cabin door. With a raised eyebrow he slowly set the book down on his bed, bookmarking his place as he stood up.

Who could that be at this time of night?

Normally, Ritchie would have called out 'Who is it?' or something along those lines. But because it was so late out, he figured he might as well spare the rest of the camp from a loud disturbance. Gods know they've had too many of those.

The son of Hermes unlocked his door and pulled it open, now peeking outside. He tilted his head to the left and right, not seeing who was responsible for the knocking and only seeing the dark of night with the silhouettes of other cabins and the dirt pathways leading up to them. 

Ritchie, now thinking it was a prank, huffed with an eyeroll. He went to close the door... but abruptly stopped as he looked down.

...Oh.

On Ritchie's doorstep, was what looked to be a skillfully folded hand weaven blanket. The colors were, marvelous. A warm milk-white blended beautifully with the different yellows and golds. It was an artistic basketweave pattern. It intrigued Ritchie.

He slowly pushed the door back open, it allowed his cabins lights to seep out so he could see the gift better, and bent down to cautiously touch the blanket. The craftmanship on this was extraordinary. It was soft and,, nice.

Ritchie briefly checked his right and left again to see if anyone was nearby. Once again, not seeing anyone, he carefully picked up the blanket, using one hand to hug it to his chest and gently close his door behind him with a small smile on his face.

He never noticed Michael hiding in the bushes a ways away. 

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Soon enough, everyone in the camp had something.

Bri had some rosy pink earmuffs, Brandeen had found a dark yellow and bloody red quilt on his doorstep, Mitch had a knitted cover for his staff that was dark blue and void black, Kaykrae even had a ruby red knitted cloth that covered from her waist down. So she now had something to cover her naga-half, her tail, whenever it got too cold! Not only that, but the next time Austin brought Fred along with him. The teddy bear actually had a small little knitted sweater around his chest, it matched up exactly with Austin's so they matched.

Everyone was confused, but heart warmed. Who was doing this? There was an investigation at one point to try and solve the mystery, most people were questioned and suspected, but eventually, after a few weeks, they decided it wasn't a bad thing and moved on.

All in all, they never knew Michael was the one who gave them those gifts. And he was okay with that.