I awaken everyday, to a world where I won't be appreciated, acknowledged, or even thought of. I wake up to see the sunrise, and to tend to my garden, and to think of him. He was the last one to charm me; so oblivious in his intent of never doing any wrong.

His green eyes stare at me from the sea, and no matter what, I must stare back. Because that is the only hope I may have. That someday I shall see those sea-green eyes stare at me with love and admiration. His hair, black and so ruffled; never neat, but still oh so perfect, will be forever etched into my mind. In the black of the night, in the darkness of a hole, and in the dusk of another day, that color will always prevail.

I must remember, though, he never could know of my pain. He was and will be, my favorite love that ever had the misfortune of washing up on my island. The short time that he spent with me, looking at me, talking to me with that perfect voice, was the highlight of my long immortal life. No hero may ever shine as bright in my eyes as him. And even if I could bring one of the many men who have visited my island back, they would pale in comparison to him. Percy Jackson, Son of the God Poseidon. He must have forgotten me, for the reality of being mortal, of having everyday perils, and of having his love, Annabeth. I may only hope the best for him, because anything else would not be worthy.

I hope he may remember my name. I can hear it on his voice, ringing throughout my hollow mind. Tears seep down my cheeks as I hear him say it again and again.

"Calypso"

Though I have never heard my name sound as beautiful as said in his tone, I know I must forget him. I must make the dream of him coming back go away, for it has never happened before. But I can still hear him, saying my name, and I realize, it is not a dream, but real.

"Calypso, where are you?!"

I hear him shout once again, a bit of panic seeping into his tone, and I reveal in its beauty, before throwing myself out the entrance to see him, to hold him. I sprint down the pathway towards the ocean, but I hear the voice from another direction. I run towards it, hope filling my chest, expanding my hollow heart in its love and devotion. The voice comes again,

"Calypso, I'm waiting for you", but I don't know which direction. I sink down to the ground, exhausted in my efforts, yet still full of hope and joy, just waiting for him to find me.

And I see him, Percy, in his aura of shining beauty, coming towards me. His green eyes have not changed a bit, but the years have done him justice. His hair has grown out of it's frying on the volcano, and his muscles more pronounced. I could name a thousand more handsome things about him, but it wouldn't do him justice at all, because he is perfect.

Then, as soon as I catch that first glimpse, he is gone, snatched away like a mirage, and I realize it was never real. The Fates have done it, simply to watch me in my joy, then collapse in agony. And they have succeeded, for I have never felt such pain. My tears can run forever, and they will. They soil the garden I have once loved, but now hate for the memories it beholds. They ruin my cave, turning it into a black hole full of mysteries. And they scar my soul, once loving in caring, now filled with darkness. I will never love again, nor will I do anything.

This is my plan, and so it has been set into motion. Nothing comes to stir me out of my pain, not another hero in need, not a god having a spare minute, and especially not him.

So I lie and cry, for the ages ahead of me, and for the times behind me. I cry for the people like me, standing up for what they think they should, and then being punished because it turns out, they were wrong. I cry for the heroes who have left me, who came and went, breaking my heart in the process. I cry for the people who cannot have what they love, even if it is only a garden. And I cry for myself, for falling in love, with my foolish heart that cannot do anything right, for the hate that fills me, such a compassion love cannot compare.

Then, so lost in my sorrow, I hear a voice. It is addressing me. It sends tingles up my back and chills throughout my body. It is like razor blades, perfectly sharpened, and I see an incredibly handsome blond boy with cold, gray eyes, and a scar upon his face, coming near, talking. "Do not cry, beautiful Calypso, I am here to save you. You, my dear, now may have revenge on the ones who have scorned and hurt you. A new age is coming, Calypso, and you can be a part of it"

The End

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