A/N: My first work online, so forgive me if there's way too much fluff. I'll try to cut down on all the soppy and cheesy things. Only a prologue, so it's particularly short. Please review so I can improve, thanks!
Leo
When Festus gained stability in the air, Leo turned around for a glance, noticing how Calypso's nails were digging into the spaces between the bronze plates. Her eyes were wild but wholly fixated on Leo, as if she would do anything not to look at the few cloud nymphs and venti tittering and billowing around their heads.
"Are we going to your… friends?" She said the word as if it had a sacred flair to it. Leo looked down beneath all the clouds and recognized Long Island from a distance away well enough. Without meaning to, he'd steered Festus towards Half-Blood Hill. He took a deep whiff of clean air and gagged. Boy, he really stank.
"I think they think I'm dead," Leo explained, "But I assure you they will not be able to live without me- the Supersized Mcshizzle Supreme Commander of the Argo II! I'm absolutely irreplaceable."
Calypso laughed- it sounded like raindrops and windchimes. "We can start our garage now if I don't still hate you," she grinned, "Maybe I still do."
"Oh, I'm sure you don't. I'm irreplaceable!" Leo emphasized as Festus shot down sharply towards Long Island and Calypso muttered something about heights.
