Calypso

A Percy Jackson and Twilight crossover

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor Twilight. They belong to their respective writers, Rick Riordan and Stephanie Meyer.

First Chapter

"Sunrise"

3rd POV

Calypso sat on the sand, hugging her knees and watched as the sun slowly rose on the horizon. The sea, which was perfectly still, reflected the sun beautifully, like a mirror. The stars, one by one, slowly disappeared, soon followed by the moon.

Apollo waved goodbye as he flew past on his chariot, which was currently in Ferrari form. Calypso waved back and allowed herself a small smile, but it soon faded as her surroundings became fully light.

Another day has started. Another day of longing, she thought.

She longed for her loved ones — all of which she knew who were never coming back. True, she had simply been cursed to fall in love with every man who finds refuge in her island, but the love Calypso felt for them was fully genuine.

Even so, she had long since accepted her fate. Calypso no longer cursed the gods or blamed her bloodline; She knew it was futile.

There was nothing she could do but to simply live out the rest of her immortal life here in Ogygia, eternally young; eternally yearning.

Her thoughts drifted back to the last one who had stayed in Ogygia with her. Percy Jackson.

Calypso sighed.

A few days ago, Hermes had come by her island for a short while and was kind enough to inform her of the happenings in the recent Titan War. Calypso heard that Percy was the one who lead the half bloods in defending Mount Olympus. Percy had fought Kronos himself and had a hand at orchestrating the titan's downfall.

"I wonder how he's doing now…" she asked no one in particular.

Alas, she had no way of ever knowing.

As Calypso stood up to go to her kitchen for her morning breakfast, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Good morning, Calypso."

Somewhere in Olympus, the love goddess giggled in delight.

Aphrodite was lounging on a red, velvet couch, watching the Argo II as it stopped and hovered over Roman soil through her flat-screen TV.

She was wearing a simple, blue silk dress decorated with white lace. Her hair was in curlers and she wore no make-up. However, she still managed to look drop-dead gorgeous. (She's the goddess of beauty, what do you expect?)

Aphrodite suppressed another squeal as she eagerly leaned towards the screen of the TV.

Near the couch, a man, who looked like in his early twenties, gave her a look. "Please stop fidgeting in your seat," he grumbled, holding Aphrodite's foot in one hand. "I might get nail polish all over the edges."

"Oh, please. You've been doing this for decades, haven't you, my dear Eros? You're practically a professional!"

"Eons, mother." Eros corrected.

"You're exaggerating… nail polish wasn't invented 'til the 20's… now, shoosh." Aphrodite held up her hand.

"What are you watching, anyway?" Eros asked, raising an eyebrow at the TV. The Romans now crowded as the Greeks lowered a rope.

The goddess of beauty smiled widely and answered, "Oh, just the reunion of my current favorite couple…"

"Really?" he asked, his interest piqued. The Greeks climbed down the boat one by one, led by a boy with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Yes," she answered. "… and also, the birth of a few love triangles." Aphrodite giggled again.

"You and your love polygons…" Eros shook his head, smiling.

"Oh, you know me…"

All the people on the TV screen, Greeks, Romans and a few satyrs, now cheered loudly.

"…But it's not what you think. I had absolutely nothing to do with it this time."

Eros stared doubtfully at his mother. "Oh, really? You did nothing?"

She nodded and said, "Everything was meant to happen. It all leads to the fulfillment of the prophecy. Inevitability, destiny and all that jazz. Remember, love is eternally intertwined with fate."

Aphrodite pressed a button on a remote and the scene on the TV turned to that of two people who seemed to be arguing. "Now, if only that were true for these two." She sighed.

A bronze-haired teen with deep, black eyes was glaring furiously at a brunette who was trying- and failing- to stare back defiantly with her chocolate-brown orbs.

Eros smiled wryly. "Knowing you, I'm sure you'll find a way."

Aphrodite grinned mischievously and said, "I already did."

Author's Note: Hey there! I tried to write again, just to get this stupid plot bunny out of my head. I've got half of the second chapter finished, but I still don't know how to go about writing this. I've got a vague idea of what I want to happen, but at this moment I'm just winging it. Thank you for reading and please leave a review. I'd appreciate it if you'd send me some ConCrit (constructive criticism) or maybe a few ideas.