There is no time on Ogygia.
I waited for many centuries on that rock, both a paradise and the coldest of prisions. Heroes came and went and I was alone.
I knew nothing but loneliness.
Then a god descended. Iris claimed that the war with the Titans was over. My father's side had lost again. She then went on about Perseus Jackson. My heart lit up at the name, to know that he was alive and unharmed was something to live on for the next fifty years. Then the messenger goddess said something that I didn't quite understand. She said that the boy was reforming the Olympians and that I was… free?
She repeated it several times before I understood. I was allowed to choose between a life on Ogygia and a life among the humans; a life in a beautiful, simple prison, or a life in the dirty and chaotic world of mortals. I had only known two feelings in my life, love for my father and the unrequited love I felt for each hero who landed on my island.
I had just been offered a pass to a life full of friendship and lust and infatuation.
I had been offered a chance to see all the things my heroes had talked about.
I had been offered chariots and fireworks and football and comics and terrible shows on a talking box called a television.
And I had been offered a chance at a normal life with a hero who would not be taken from me.
How could I have possibly refused?
~.~.~.~
It's a really short oneshot/drabble thing about what happened to Calypso after the Last Olympian stuff. Yeah… it's really short.