NEW PERCY JACKSON STORY! Excited? I am! Woo!

Okely Dokely, sooo... this is my third story. I absolutely LOVE the PJO series; I read them a while back. And well got inspired! SO here we are, on another 'MyfairLady1' Well.. my real name's Audrey, but whatever, story!

HOPE YOU LIKE IT! PLEASE REVIEW! OR ELSE GIANT MOLES WILL INVADE YOUR HOME AND EAT YOUR CHUAHUA! ... I kid, I kid. (except for the fact that I actually own a chuahua)

Disclaimer: Wazz up? MyFairLady1 does not own ANY of the PJO series (Ha, yeah, I wish. :P KIDDING!) I do not own any of the Percy Jackson characters/story/plotline. Etc.

P.S. LUKE CASTELLAN ALL THE WAY!

But I do own this handy dandy computer, upon which I am typing. I'll shut up now 'cause my personality may weaken the exciting-ness of this story!

So here we go...

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes and instantly felt a surge of pain that ran through my body.

I groaned in pain as I peeled my face off the leather seat I was on. I sat up straight and took a moment to adjust my eyes to the light. The really, really bright light that seemed to keep on getting brighter every time I blinked my eyes.

The light then started to radiate some heat, it got warmer, and warmer, until it felt like my face was about to burn off.

'Apollo, the boy!' A familiar voice shouted, from somewhere near me.

'Oh yeah right.' Apollo answered.

And suddenly we were diving, or falling. I didn't really care. My stomach lurched, vomit rising to my throat. I held my breath with my eyes shut tight as we moved faster. And then he suddenly stopped, slowing down. I opened one eye and noticed there was no bright light, no blazing heat, just the stars in the night sky.

I looked around where I sat and found myself in a flying car. Apollo's red, sports convertible. And in the driver's seat was Apollo himself looking as cocky as ever. While my father sat beside him, carrying a whole different mood. He slumped in his seat looking agonizingly depressed.

'The hero awakes.' Apollo said in a mocking tone.

'Herm- ... Father?' I said ignoring the big-headed god.

'Hello Luke.' He replied.

There was something about his voice, he seemed so ... weak. Tired even, gods were never tired.

'Where am I?' I asked slowly. I looked down at my body, trying to immerse myself into the environment I was now thrown in. I looked fine, no bruises, no blood. But the way my body felt told a different story. My head ached, I felt drained and a spot under my left arm was throbbing violently.

I was wearing the same jeans, same polo shirt and the same converse shoes (minus the wings). I noticed sitting beside me on the sticky leather seat was a dagger. And not just any dagger, my dagger, Annabeth's dagger, the dagger that won the battle between me and Kronos. Wait... the battle.

'Father, aren't I meant to be dead?' Even as the words came out, I thought of myself as an idiot for asking it. I waited for my dad to answer, something along the lines of; 'Of course your meant to be dead you idiot. This is just a dream.' But instead he answered.

'No.'

Just like that, I stab myself with a dagger and I'm not supposed to die?

'What?' I asked quizzically.

'You're not dead sonny boy because your father here saved your ass.' Apollo replied in a cocky and cheery tone, despite what he was saying.

'How?' I asked, I felt like I was being pranked on. That the car my father and Apollo would just disappear and I'd be stuck in the underworld, where I belonged.

'You're mother-' My father started, but then burst into tears.

'What the-?'

A sudden wave of emotion hit me. I'd never seen my father cry before, and it almost, almost, brought tears to my eyes. Luckily Apollo (despite how much of an ego-maniac he is) was courteous enough to leave.

'Looks like family biz. I'll just skedaddle.' Then his body disappeared, leaving small specks of glittering dust behind him.

The car started to pummel down, I panicked, letting out a little yelp as I pushed myself from the seat to grab the steering wheel. As I did, a sudden surge of pain ran through my whole body. I sat back down into my seat as quickly as I had stood up. Groaning, I grabbed the spot under my left arm, it throbbed even harder now, it felt like I was being stabbed again and again in the same spot.

'Luke! You idiot, you'll hurt yourself! It's on auto-pilot!' My father growled angrily as he pulled the back of my shirt, the pushing me into my seat.

'Ow.' I said angrily, I glared at my father, but then saw his face and my anger, frustration and even the pain faded. Instead, to replace the emotions was pity. I never thought I would ever feel sorry for a god.

When I heard my father's voice before, thinking how tired he sounded, it didn't give enough credit to how tired he actually looked. My father had bags under his eyes, his blonde hair, now grey and decreasing. Wrinkles had started to appear and his eyes were red and blotchy. His little break down in the car didn't seem to be his only one today.

'Father, what's wrong?' I asked now tense, I managed to sit up properly in my seat.

'Luke, you're alive not because of me. But because of your mother.' He burst into tears again, this time his face distorting into agonizing pain.

I didn't know what to do or what to say except for;

'What?'

'When she heard that you were dead Luke, she couldn't take it. She went even crazier...'

His voice broke at this, my mother was never sane, nor was she ever healthy ever since that day she tried to become the oracle. But she was noble, this I knew.

'So I tried to reason with the fates, even exchange my passage into Ogygia to save you. They refused me.'

He sniffed wiping his nose with the back of his hand, his breathing was getting uneven and his eyes growing a darker shade of red. To say that this image of my father scared me, is an understatement. He tried to stop the tears, probably embarrassed to look so weak. But he couldn't stop crying.

I wanted to ask him what the heck Ogygia was, but I thought it was too soon to interrupt something so serious.

'So without me knowing Luke, she... She gave up her soul for yours.' He continued.

The throbbing pain came back again, but not like before. Not a pain surging through my body, but one coming from my chest. And then I started to cry, I put my head in my hands and shook my head, realising the reality of it all. My mother gave up her life to save mine.

'A soul for a soul.' I whispered into my own hands.

'May was a brave woman.' Hermes said, putting a hand on my shoulder. It was by the far the most affectionate gesture he had ever shared with me. I looked at him, and he looked at me. At that moment i realised how immense a father's love is. Whenever I thought he wasn't there for me, he really truly was.

'You're mother's sacrifices' will not be in vain Luke. So for now, you'll be staying at an island.' He continued.

'An island called Ogygia; it's too dangerous for you to be out in the real world. The gods will not be happy about what I have done. They'll probably try to kill you so this place will be the only place where you'll be safe.'

I then recognised the name Ogygia.

'Ogygia, the island with Calypso?' I asked, sniffing.

'Yes, Luke.'

'Apollo you can come back now.' He said into the air.

Then right before my eyes, Apollo appeared in the driver's seat steering the wheel as if he hadn't even left.

'Nice little father-to-son bonding you had there. Had to get the Kleenex out, I wrote a poem about it too: A father, a son/ Trying to overcome-'

Apollo started, staring dramatically into the sky.

'Yeah, okay. Save it for later Apollo.' My father said rolling his eyes.

'So I'll be living with Calypso?' I asked, feeling stupid for asking so many questions. I decided to ignore Apollo's attempt at haiku.

'Yes, Luke. And you have to promise me that you won't leave okay? 'Cause if you leave, the gods will surely want to kill you. And all your mothers efforts and sacrifice will be in vain.' My father said sternly.

'I promise father.' I said seriously.

'Now if you ask me Luke-y boy. I'd happily exchange my life to live with your calypso. She's quite pretty, and you'd be doing her a favour to stay with her. Every hero the fates send to he, have always left.' Apollo chimed in chirpily.

'Well, I don't really have a choice do I Apollo?' I retorted.

'Well, you might as well go in with an open mind.' He shrugged.

I sighed, this was going to be fine, I tried convincing myself.

'So is there anything else I need to know about this girl? I asked, slightly nervous about what or who lay ahead.

'Oh yeah.' My father said from the front seat, snapping his fingers remembering.

'Luke, you must know that the gods denied her of her freedom. Percy wanted her to be set free, but unfortunately that was one wish of his that could not be granted. Her father Atlas' magic is still strong in the island, and that's what keeps her there. But they did take away her immortality, in hopes that she will die in her beloved island.'

I couldn't imagine it, living in an island all by myself.

'We're here!' Apollo said.

'Okay, put these on Luke.' Hermes said rummaging through his bag. He pulled out black, winged converse shoes and handed them to me. I put them on reluctantly.

'See you buddy.' Apollo said friendlily sticking out a fist towards me. I bumped my fist against his and gave him a smile. The guy wasn't that bad, he could work on his poems, but he wasn't that bad.

'C'mon Luke.' Hermes said, already standing with his fancy blue winged shoes on.

'Don't forget your dagger. Ready? One. Two. Three. Jump!'

My father jumped out of the car, one hand clenched tightly around my shirt. I grabbed the dagger before I was pulled away from the car.

We soared through the air, him gliding smoothly, me clumsily flapping my arms. We came closer to the ground. He landed perfectly, whereas I tripped and fell face first into the ground.

'Goodness Luke.' My father said disapprovingly, pulling me up with one arm.

I looked around me, everywhere there were trees, flowers and bushes of all kinds. A beach farther out and a giant space to farm, over and beyond the farm was a huge house. No, not a house, a mansion built with old Greek columns and gold. The place looked like a holiday resort.

'Calypso? Calypso!' My father called into the night. I looked around, nothing.

Then all of a sudden out of the trees walked out the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had long, wavy caramel coloured hair that was braided neatly to one side. She had a crown of daises on her head, she wore a white toga and her face was shining in the moonlight.

She had the warmest brown eyes and the pinkest lips, accompanied by sparkling white teeth. To describe her as 'beautiful' would be an offense, this girl was radiating with something far greater than beauty.

She came towards us I froze, my palms starting to sweat.

'Hi Luke.' She said nervously. She flushed as she stuck her hand out to be shaken.

'Calypso.' I whispered, mesmerized as I took her hand. It was soft and fragile against mine. I couldn't help but smile, she smiled back, blushing and giggling under her breath.

At that moment, I felt like my mother was looking on me, I realised that she had given me the chance at a second life. I'd make the most of it, I knew that and I also knew that somehow, someway Calypso would be part of that life.

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