Hermes waved his hand and watched through a portal as a man's eyesight was regained. He sighed. Another miracle. It seemed like those were the only events of mystical importance anymore. Don't get him wrong. Miracles were definitely worth writing down, but they almost seemed old hat by now. Why couldn't there be something new?
He hunched over and wrote down the event, making it the one millionth miracle in history, plus or minus a miracle or two. He sighed again, as the portal disappeared.
Then, suddenly, a strange sensation came over him. It was different than the usual feeling he got when a miracle was about to happen. He waved his hand, causing another portal to open. This time it wasn't a miracle, though. It was something else entirely. He sat up a bit. It was the first time in maybe a couple hundred years that he was actually interested. He watched as a teenage boy made a wish ... and the wish came true!
Over the next few days, Hermes intently watched everything that this boy named Jon Gibson did. He watched him make test wishes, he watched him demonstrate the wishing to his friend Karyn Black, who accidentally gave herself larger breasts and blond hair, and he watched him make his vague wish for something interesting to happen.
Hermes stared at the stone that Jon was using to make wishes. With something like that wishing stone, he wouldn't have to endlessly write down every mystic event for the rest of time. He could make a wish to do anything or be anything. Anything other than a scribe who had the most tedious job in history.
So, without any hesitation, Hermes jumped through the portal (something he hadn't done in thousands of years) and appeared in Jon's bedroom.
