This is my first fanfiction, so please review and tell what you thought!
Disclaimer: All rights go to Rick Riordan, I do not own any part of Percy Jackson.
Calypso really hated her life.
And the gods. She hated the gods as well.
At least she wasn't chained up or put to eternal punishment, like some other unfortunate enemies of the gods. Well, Calypso wasn't an enemy exactly, and the gods did treat her rather well, she supposed. Her island, Ogygia, was beautiful and serene. She got to tend to her flowers and have her every need catered to by invisible servants. The gods even visited every few millennia or so.
But she was tired of her life. It was peaceful, sure, but it was also really depressing. Every a thousand years, the Fates spiced up her life a bit by sending a random hero to her island. A hero Calypso couldn't help but fall in love with. The hero and the marooned heroine. The classic fairytale.
First, there had been Odysseus. He had stayed the longest, but that just made Calypso ache for him all the more. He was just so sweet and loving, and his voice, oh his voice, was so tender and beautiful that even the trees and the rocks danced when he sang. But he had left, to a mysterious lover over the sea, taking her heart along as well.
Others had followed him; Drake, Theseus, Achilles, Bellerophon, Houdini and countless more. But each man eventually left, leaving Calypso heartbroken and weeping at the shore.
And then there was the more recent Percy Jackson. He had been blown out of a volcano. Literally. She had tended him and nursed him back to health. Calypso even went as far as to think that he would stay there, on Ogygia, with her. But he too sailed away on the magical raft, to the waiting arms of his friends.
As Calypso sat musing things over at her dining table, she noticed the sun starting to set. Time to head back, she thought. She sighed. This part of Ogygia was her favourite, right in front of the ocean. It reminded her of Percy, and of every time they had laughed or joked together.
Pull yourself together. Don't think of him now. Think of something else, your flowers or something.
Calypso slowly dragged herself out of her chair and started back towards her cave. As she did so, a few invisible servants whisked away her cutlery and plates. She was meaning to spend a bit of time that evening planting some more flowers around her cave because it was a bit plain around the back.
Suddenly, she was startled from her thoughts by a loud CRASH that literally shook the ground. Shocked, Calypso spun around and gaped at the wreckage that met her eyes.
Where her dining table had once been, her dining table, there was now nothing but rubble.
Somewhere among all that rubble that had once been her dining table, she heard a male, slightly panicky voice.
"Sphere!" The voice yelled. "Come to Papa!"
Striding over to the massive crater in the ground, Calypso peered among the wreckage. There was a boy there, cradling a charred bronze sphere.
Calypso had had enough. Today had not exactly been the best of days, as the memory of Percy Jackson and numerous other heroes had been etched so firmly into her mind.
Hands on her hips, Calypso began to lose it. And before she could stop herself, she
started yelling.
"What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!"
So that was it. Please read and review in the comments and tell me what you guys think. Was it good, was it bad? Should I write more?
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