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So the prologue is 100% original work, but it's also kind of short. Sorry about that. But the chapters all take place during the time Leo is on Ogygia, just from Calypso's perspective. So most of the dialogue is straight from the book. Which I don't own by the way. All credit to Uncle Rick. But pretty much everything else is original since Calypso didn't have a POV in the book. I read House of Hades and just love Caleo (CalypsoxLeo). I haven't written anything in a long time, and even when I did I wouldn't say I was the best. I hope you can enjoy this though. Just a little something I've been writing for a few days. I had a beta read, but if you see anything wrong, feel free to mention it. Well, read on!
Prologue
At first the gods had chosen only to curse her with love. Heroes would be brought to her island. Heroes that she couldn't help but love, most who couldn't help but love her back. But noble heroes. Damn their nobility. They could never stay, and she understood. Often they had families. Often they had duties. Often they had another lover. Their lover. She was nothing but a distraction. A hot nurse, on a beautiful island. She would always bring them back to health. She would feed them, clothe them, and distract them. Then would come the decision. Some would take hours. Sometimes days. Some even took years, but she was sure they explained it differently once home. But all decided the same. They decided to leave the decided to leave her care. To leave her.
That was here curse. Her pain. She really couldn't blame them. They did have often have quests. Duties. People. But that didn't make it better. It didn't lessen the blow. Sometimes she wondered that if she could resist loving them, if they wouldn't be allowed to leave. But she never could. She would continue to pay for her decision to support her father. Though the Olympians may not have killed her as the Titans or Giants would, this fate was crueler. Like something thought up by Hades for the fields of punishment. Over the years she resigned herself to this fate, not losing the pain, but coming to expect it. Sometimes she wonders if that was her mistake.
The Gods made her hate love, and soon they would make her hate hope. Because things would change. It all started with that pirate, Drake. Zeus knows why she would ever trust someone who steals for a living. But he had a certain charm, a kind of swashbuckling debonair to him. He did something no other had. He left of course. They all did. But he said he'd come back. Back. For awhile she mused about this word, turned it around in her head. Examined it. Interrogated it. Back. Surely someone never would. Even if they could, which was impossible. But he convinced her, with smooth words and well placed kisses. He explained that he knew the ocean well enough to return, after all he was a Son of the Sea god. She began to feel something new flicker. Something that made her lighter. Something that coursed through her like lightning. Hope. What an exciting new feeling.
For months after he left, she walked taller. Smiled more, sang louder. She packed a bag, the magic keeping it from spoiling. She made plans. Places she wanted to go, and things she wanted to do. She wondered if she could bring her invisible servants. Travel the world on a boat the seemingly cleaned itself, fed the crew, worked the rigging. She giggled imagining herself in pirate garb, the idea of being dirty somehow exciting her.
Then the first cobweb formed on her backpack and her singing started to fade. Another one soon followed, around the same time she stopped giggling. More and more started to form, each one taking the light out of her eyes, the joy out of her smile. Finally as the bag itself started to sag, so did her shoulders. The tears returned and she cursed herself for being so stupid, so gullible. At first she convinced herself that time flowed different here, he was still coming. Soon that too faded. Maybe he had trouble convincing his crew? She had trouble convincing herself. Finally as the years passed by she realized how much of a fool she had been. She saw hope for what it truly was. A devil wearing angel wings. A new way for the gods to break her.
Then came Percy. She tried. She really did. It wasn't fair though, he came in the worst condition she had seen in a long time. She couldn't simply ignore him, she had to help him. And as she nursed him, her resolve crumbled. When he woke up, he was so gentle and charming. She just couldn't help herself. He asked about the backpack, layered in dust and dirt, cobwebs covering every inch, with mushrooms growing underneath. She said it was there as a reminder. He left it at that. They talked, sharing stories. Manhattan sounded so strangely…new, and different. The lack of gardens he described surprised her. People must have stopped caring for the Earth, as they once did. She made him promise to plant a Garden. For her. Maybe if she could not escape, something from her could. Then he promised something. And she realized he wasn't just here to torture her with love, but with hope as well.
He didn't exactly promise to come back. He said he would, but she quickly told him it was impossible, before he had time to poison her with promises. Then he got a look in his eyes. Told her something she didn't expect. Something she couldn't possibly hope for. He would talk to the gods, make them promise to set her free, or at least allow visitors. The strength he spoke it with, the confidence in his eyes. She tried to build a wall, but it was already too late. Hope came flooding back in. She could see the powerful destiny of this demigod, maybe…
She did not sing louder. She did not giggle. She did not pack a bag. But she couldn't help the smile. It came swift and small, developing fully before she had time to quell it. The hope burned inside her this time. Not like lightning, but like peeling a scab. Pouring salt on a fresh wound. She watched the horizon. She told herself it was because of the beauty, she wasn't looking for a ship. No, of course not. She wasn't stupid enough to hope again. But she was. She did. And it broke her.
As the months turned, the smile abandoned her. What she fought so hard to keep away, she now struggled to grab. Something inside her snapped and she cried. Cried deeply on the shore, sobs wracking her body. She had hoped again. Percy pushed her over a line she had never crossed. She cursed herself. And him. Uttering a curse for him to feel this abandonment. This loneliness that she was feeling. As the words tore through her mind and out of her hoarse throat, she instantly regretted it. For a split second time slowed and the temperature dropped. At first she feared a visit from Kronos himself, but as she heard her curse whispered back to her she understood fully what she had done. At least it would never harm Percy, the Arai stay in Tartarus. He would never know how much he broke her. After centuries of heartbreak, misery, and crying something changed. Calypso picked herself up and stormed off the beach. No longer was she sad. She was pissed. She would not be fooled again. Woe to the next hero sent to her shores. Then that stupid Leo Valdez blew up her dining table.
Flames will be used to bake cookies. Reviews appreciated but I won't beg for them. So if you liked it, why don't you tell me? If you didn't, why don't you still tell me :D Anyways hoped you enjoyed this. There will be 3 chapters and an epilogue of sorts. Expect those to come out soon, their already written (except for the epilogue) and I just have to check for errors.
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