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Welcome to my first published fanfiction story! Any helpful feedback is greatly appreciated, so please feel free to tell me if something seems off. Happy reading!

The raft remained silhouetted against the horizon for a moment longer, then vanished from sight. The celestial bronze flared in the light of the sunset, gleaming on the boy's shaggy black curls before fading from view.

Leo had left Ogygia.

Calypso's hands clenched into fists as her eyes stung. She would not cry. Not now, when her curse had taken what she had loved for a fourth time. She had cried for Odysseus, for Drake and for Percy, but she wouldn't cry for Leo. She had to be strong for him; for both of them.

"He will return for me." Calypso breathed past the lump in her throat, willing her pain to turn to defiance. She had waited for each hero meekly, accepting her curse with a resigned ache in her heart, but she wouldn't be like that any longer. Her anger had changed her, made her stronger inside. She would bear this pain, knowing that Leo felt it, too.

Calypso tore her gaze away from the spot where Leo had vanished, letting her gaze rove over his forge, the random tools scattered around it, and the remnants of their picnic lunch. The relics of their time together seemed to mock her, taunting her with memories and promises.

"Leo will come back." Calypso spoke confidently into the empty air. She wasn't sure where her certainty came from. Odysseus, Drake, and Percy had all promised to help her, but they had chosen to forget her, in the end. Why should Leo be any different?

Her face grew pleasantly warm as she recalled the expression in Leo's eyes when she kissed him. Her heart swelled with fierce strength as her answer came to her. Because her loves me. Leo is the only hero who truly loves me.

And for that, she would trust him. She would stay faithful to Leo Valdez, even if she had to wait until the stars fell from the sky and the world came to an end.

Calypso crossed to the mud brick forge, picking up a discarded piece of bronze. Her reflection gazed back at her with a steely determination that shocked her. She shook her head with a rueful half smile. Any sign of the Calypso of old was gone, replaced by the fierce composure of one who would do anything to be with the one she loved.

She sighed wistfully as she recalled Leo bustling about in his forge, lovingly shaping each sheet of bronze. Returning the bronze piece to its place on the forge, she wandered towards the garden. But she couldn't escape her pain even there. The repaired fountain spoke of his kindness, the newly planted flowerbed of his awkward compassion.

Calypso shook her head abruptly. "Stop it", she ordered herself. Letting her emotions overwhelm her was not the best way for her to handle herself. She had to stay strong, or risk falling into a deep depression that she knew would ultimately consume her.

She proceeded down the path to her cave. Ducking through the curtain with its now-straightened rod, she entered the small room within. He invisible servants whisked about, folding clothes, straightening furniture, and smoothing the blankets on her bed. The dried herbs hanging from the ceiling rustled in the persistent breeze. A simple wooden loom stood in one corner, a half-finished weaving hanging from its threads. The shards of crystal on the walls sparkled in a myriad of colors as the curtains admitted a wavering beam of sunlight.

Calypso crossed the room to the corner where the loom sat. If there was ever a time that she needed to drown her thoughts in the monotony of weaving, this was it. Seating herself at the room, she gazed at the unfinished weaving. Only the top half was complete, showing icy stars glittering in the inky backdrop of a night sky.

Calypso rested her hand on the shuttle for a moment, then tied off the blue-black thread that she had used to create the night sky, replacing it with a fiery orange one. She hummed softly as she began to weave; a slow, melancholy tune that spilled directly from her aching heart. Her voice slowly rose into a lilting melody that gave voice to her tangled emotions. She sang on and on as her cave darkened and the invisible servants placed candles around the loom. The weaving grew longer, spilling down to the floor and disappearing into the shadows.

At last, she removed the finished weaving from the loom. A wave of exhaustion overwhelmed her and she staggered towards her bed, the weaving trailing from her limp fingers. A small corner of her brain dimly registered the morning light streaming through the gap in the curtains as she collapsed on the bed, but she burrowed under the blankets anyway. She draped the finished weaving across the bed, then fell back on the pillows and let sleep claim her.

And so, Calypso slept as day slipped into night, drowning her sorrow in the blackness of sleep. The weaving fluttered in the breeze admitted by the white curtains, making the roaring flames seem to ripple across their velvet backdrop of midnight sky. The superheated sheet of bronze in the heart of the fire was being hammered into shape by strong, soot-blackened hands. A boy's face was visible through the haze of smoke, bronzed by sweat and grime. His expression was fierce with concentration, yet tempered by the joy of someone who was doing what he loved.

The weaving was magical in its quality, so lifelike that it seemed that the boy was real flesh and blood, not an image preserved in a skillful combination of colored threads. Exhausted by her efforts, Calypso dreamed, with Leo Valdez's name on her lips and engraved on her heart.

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Sorry for the abrupt ending. I couldn't think of a good way to end it. Please review (and remember, constructive criticism is always appreciated)!