Calypso sat in her garden, planting rows of moonlace into neat rows of three. As she hummed a sweet song to help them thrive, she started to think of Percy Jackson. Just thinking of the name made tears well into her almond eyes. She gently brushed them away and began working again. Calypso had been trapped on an island called Ogygia for thousands of years. Ogygia was a cursed island where no man can ever find again, no matter how much she loved him. She was sure to never meet Percy Jackson ever again.

Suddenly, three horrible-looking creatures with leathery wings scooped up Calypso and flew away. She gritted her teeth, cursing in ancient Greece while shouting, "Put me down! Go back to your darling master and let him instruct you! PUT ME DOWN!"

The eldest of the Fates laughed coldly. "If we were to drop you now, you would plunge straight into the waters and your darling little Persus Jackson wouldn't be able to rescue you, stupid girl."

Her sisters cackled. Calypso hopelessly kicked the air, as if she were trying to break away from the strong grip of the Fates.

"Just where are you taking me?"

The middle one snarled. "Shut up, stupid girl. We're taking you to an, ah, special place."

"Where? And stop calling me stupid!"

The Fates cackled again. There was a faint trace of land in the horizon, where the sun had begun to rise.

"Wow. What is this place? This must be the…."

But she never finished her sentence, because the eldest then widened her claws, causing Calypso to scream as she plummeted down to the earth like an arrow Zoë Nightshade would hurl at Silena Beauregard. She landed with a thud onto a hard, concrete floor with….walls. A place surrounded with four-foot walls but no ceiling. The blue skies were as open as a peaceful meadow. She stood up and looked at what was below her prison. All around her were tall, silver buildings and colorful, moving objects. Cars, she suspected, after Hermes had told her in his recent visit five years ago. She walked around, looking for more things when her foot hit a small object. She looked down and gasped.

"Moonlace?"

I woke up with a start. Ever since the War of the Titans had ended I had stopped getting the nightmares that all half-blood children get. What would the Fates do to Calypso? Where had they dropped her? I grabbed Riptide and was about to open the door when I heard a tapping on my window. I uncapped Riptide and pointed it at the window, when I heard a voice,

"Put the sword down, Percy."

I opened the window. There stood Calypso, with her caramel-colored hair and her almond eyes, with a smile even Aphrodite couldn't beat.

"Percy."

She smiled even wider.

"You were right, Percy. We would meet again. But instead, I have come to visit you."