Hey guys~ A one-shot at how Calypso feels after Leo leaves, since the ones I have read are too sappy to be possible, so I wanted to try my own. Please review! My first Percy Jackson fanfic. (And please don't be too harsh on me when you read the last sentence.)
"How about full promise?" Leo had the nerve looked hopeful. "Because I—"
Calypso grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. She didn't know what she was thinking, kissing this scrawny runt of a boy who smelled interestingly like a mix of machine oil and herbs. It probably meant she was going crazy from years of isolation, or…
No. That wasn't possible. Pushing him back, she stared him in the eye. "That didn't happen."
He looked dazed and his voice sounded high and squeaky, which almost made Calypso's mouth twitch if she hadn't just kissed the most annoying boy she had ever met. "Okay."
"Get out of here."
"Okay."
Calypso turned back to the campfire, wiping furiously at her streaming eyes. Why was she crying? He was annoying, he set random things on fire, he talked too much, too fast. Leo Valdez was a mistake, sent by Khione as a punishment. He was going away; that was good.
Even with all these thoughts, she couldn't help feeling a tingling sensation in her heart. Leo, as short and annoying as he was, was kind of funny, though she denied it. He was different from Percy, from Drake, from Odyseus, from all the other heroes she had received to break her heart. He looked so hopeful when he said he was coming back for her, and spoke with a kind of certainty that brought up one of her small wishes in her heart, one she hadn't thought about in years: to see the outer world. From time to time, in her solitude, she would look up at the boundless sky and wonder what it would be like out there. But that just made her sad, and she learned to suppress it. Leo could give her that…
No he couldn't. Nobody could free her, now the gods were incapacitated, with their Greek and Roman forms fighting each other. He could not help her. All those hopes were impossible. She wiped the last tears from her face and stormed to her dining table.
Suddenly, she heard a voice from the sea, carried by the wind. She turned and stared at the tiny speck of Leo's raft, the glint of Celestial bronze in the silver moonlight as Leo's voice echoed from the distance. "I'm coming back for you, Calypso. I swear it on the River Styx."
Feeling horrified, she leapt to her feet. Shock coursed through her. He blood turned to ice. He couldn't have…he wouldn't have…
Leo had told her about the Great Prophecy once. And she knew with certain clarity one line coming true. An oath to keep with a final breath.
Leo, would die.