All characters belong to Rick Riordan.
I woke up on a island. I didn't remember anything but my name and age. My name was Calypso and even though I couldn't remember anything, I knew I shouldn't be alone on an island.
I was wearing a white t-shirt and long blue denim shorts and around my neck was a necklace. It had a simple elastic black string with a seashell and two pearls either side of it.
I was lying peacefully on a beach, on the white, powdery sand. I sat up slowly, gazing around the area. The ocean had small waves coming in to shore, just avoiding the area in which I had been laying. The beach seemed to go on for a while before curving out of my sight, behind the forest that was further inland.
That was when I snapped to my senses, my moment of bliss gone. I scrambled to my feet, cursing. In the reflection from the water I looked around sixteen, but I felt older. Who in Hades leaves a teenager alone on a island!
Wait. In Hades. Where did that come from? Despite my lack of memories I was pretty sure no normal girl refers to the greek gods.
Even though my memories were gone, it seemed that my knowledge and instincts were still there. Like, I could remember how to speak Ancient Greek, but I didn't remember how or why. Most importantly why.
Making use of my time, I walked around the beach to confirm I was on a island. It was a small island, it took me a rough 45 minutes to walk around before I came back to where I woke up, the place marked with the indentation in the sand from where I was lying down. I looked up at the sky, it was around midday. If I was going to go exploring before night, now was the time. I sighed and ventured into the forest.
The forest was lush and friendly, you could hear birds chirping but no human noises, proving the island was in fact, uninhabited. The further I went in, the more dense the forest became. It was as if the island was trying to stop me from going further. But something made me keep going, some instinct told me that I had to make to to the centre of the island.
I heard a rustling sound behind me and acting on pure instinct I pulled one of the pearls on my necklace and spun around, a silver hunting knife appearing and comfortably resting in my hand. I came face to face with a small rabbit coming out of a bush, the rabbit tilted its head at the hunting knife in curiosity before hopping away. I sighed in relief, then frowned.
Examining the necklace closer, I saw each pendant has a small symbol on it, the other pearl's symbol is also engraved in the hilt of my knife. I pulled on the pendant and an identical knife appeared in my other hand, I smiled, visualised them back on the necklace and they disappeared. I pulled on the seashell pendant and a beautifully fashioned, wooden bow appeared in my hand. I pulled back on the string and a silver-tipped arrow appears. I relax the string and picture the bow back on the necklace and continued walking.
At the point where the forest was so dark and thick I was about to give up, I found a clearing, I figured it was roughly in the middle of the island. The clearing was beautiful, it had soft, light green grass and a stream running down the left corner of it.
It felt like home, and every home needs a name.
"Ogygia," I whispered aloud.
Many years later
I silently leap from my tree onto another and notch an arrow. I breathe in, then out and let the arrow fly. It finds its mark in a deer's chest. I jump down from the tree and finish the deer off with my knife, putting it out of its misery. I hold my hand over the deer's dead body and murmur a blessing, "αιώνια ειρήνη," and a soft wind blows through the forest.
I do this every time I kill an animal, it translates to eternal peace. I don't know where I got it from but it's in Ancient Greek. I somehow know. The blessing is wishing them peace in the afterlife. I do it more out of habit rather than sympathy. Like, I'm sorry I killed you, better luck next time!
I sling the deer over my shoulder with little difficulty and carry it to my house. Over the years the house has improved greatly. At first it was only a small hut, but now it has a sort of wooden veranda with a thin paper roof (as it never rains here) to grow flowers. The main room is a simple wooden room with a poorly made mattress. I have made a few sets of clothes but I am currently in the outfit I came here in. I am always wearing my necklace with my weapons.
On Ogygia, if you know where to go, you can find most animals, cows, sheep, you name it. They are all in the one place I have christened the 'Grove.'
I sit down on a log outside the house and start calmly skinning the deer. A normal person would be squeamish but I've gotten used to it. I hang the deer up and start sharpening my knives.
In my first year staying here I had discovered my magic. I have the abilities of a sorceress; for one, I can heal injuries. I've put up enchantments around my clearing so it is camouflaged from the outside and unless you know it's there, you can't get in. My bow has endless arrows that appear when the string is drawn back, and they're always sharp so I never have to do it the manual way. I have also made sure that my arrows cannot be affected by the wind or water.
I inspect the tip of my knife. I touch the top lightly and it pricks me slightly. Perfect.
I get rid of my knives and glance at the setting sun. I get ready for bed because of the growing darkness. Since the beginning I have hated the darkness. I'm not scared of it, I just hate it.
I haven't been stumped by being left on some island. Or from the lack of resources. Or from my nonexistent memories. It's been the darkness. Nightfall brings another day on this horrible island. THough this island may be my home, it's also my prison. I don't know why I have been trapped here, or what I did wrong, but I know someone put me here. And if I ever get off this island, they're going to pay for it.
That's when I feel a human presence on my island, or rather; seven.
-SAW