PT: I want to use this idea before anyone else THINKS of writing it. Here it is.
Disclaimer: Mada mada dane, kouhai-tachi— Oh, wrong fandom.
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The war is over.
The good Titans have been given amnesty for aiding their family so long ago. Calypso is among them.
Calypso.
It's hard to think of her as a Titan—in fact, it's sometimes hard to even think of her as a goddess. But Titan or not, she proved a part of Titans I have never considered before meeting her. Even Chiron did not ever put notions—that Titans would actually feel...human (for lack of a better word)—in my head. When I met Calypso, she explained, plaintively—as if it were so simple—that she was one of the Titans and so felt it right to serve for them.
It's wrong, I protested. The Titans are evil.
Yet for Calypso, it was like nevertheless.
So I have reason to regret my deal with the gods.
Pardoning Calypso only led to the situation I'm in now—Thalia says I'm getting graver, Annabeth says my speech is more sophisticated, Grover thinks I've just changed.
But I wouldn't care, if it only meant helping Calypso out of this situation I have thrown her into—my fault, my duty to resolve.
If only I had bitten my tongue, not stirred up Aphrodite's wrath, not peddled beauty for love; if only I had not been reckless and lovestruck; if only I had not made the trip that I would come to regret.
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PT: This seems a little hastily pieced-together -frowns- I might edit this later. And if this is confusing well...that just forms impending explanation in the rest of the story.
