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Ladies and Gentlemen, Penguins and Frogs, I am honored to announce the opening of...wait for it...a new story! Yay!

The last one was suckish so I decided to get rid of it and make a new one! Yipee!

I might not be able to update everyday like I used to (before the month where I went missing) because of homework and swimming and kungfu and homework and piano and homework and stuff, but I'll try to update as often as possible! :) (idk, maybe every few days?)

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I closed my eyes and took I deep breath of the sea breeze as the sun rose to meet the blue sky. Melancholy washed over me as I wondered when the fates would send their next little…guest.

I opened my eyes and frowned. I really needed to replant the moonlace in my garden. I'd have to wait for night for that.

I brushed out my caramel-color hair and started braiding it over one shoulder. As I yanked the brush through the knots and tangles, I blinked at a tiny speck in the sky. It was getting bigger. No, it was getting closer. It was falling. The sky was falling. The sky was falling? No, wait. It's a person! It's—

SPLASH!

I coughed and wiped saltwater out of my eyes. I looked at the dead boy lying in the water. No, he was alive, but just barely. His jeans were smoking badly and his orange t-shirt had been ripped to shreds. I could see marks on his skin that either meant he had lit himself on fire or he had jumped into a volcano. Great. Just what I needed; I was going to fall in love with a crazy emo pyromaniac.

I knelt down into the water and tried to lift the boy up. I wasn't expecting to be able to, but he weighed close to nothing.

As I walked him over to the fountain, the boy started mumbling.

"Annabeth…volcano? Wha'…going…happening…urgh…Grover sneezes…where Tyson?"

"Um, what?" I asked uncertainly. I wondered vaguely if the boy had lost his mind. "I'll just, uh, go and get some…um…stay here."

I left the crazy boy on the cushioned bench by the fountain and went to fetch a spoon. As I ran, I wondered how I would ever fall in love with that guy, but the fates weren't stupid. They knew me, and they knew the guy. I just hoped he'd leave before I offered. No. I wouldn't offer. Promise.

I knelt down next to the boy. His eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down.

"Stay still," I said. "You're too weak to rise."

I laid a cool cloth across his forehead. I picked up the bronze spoon full, caught a spoonful of nectar from the fountain, and dribbled the nectar into his mouth. I looked at him to see if anything had happened.

Nothing.

I sighed then began singing, working magic into the music. I imagined my music sinking into his skin, healing and repairing his burns.

"Who?" the boy mumbled weakly.

"Shh, brave one," I said. "Rest and heal. No harm will come to you here. I am Calypso."

~oOo~

I walked into the cave where I had set up the bed the boy was resting in. He was mumbling. As usual.

"I am…P-Percy Jackson!" Percy mumbled.

"Well nice to meet you Percy Jackson," I smiled to myself. Percy. Perseus. He wasn't the first Perseus to visit Ogygia. I filled a spoon full of nectar and fed it to Percy.

"Grover pro…probably sneezed on…on…Tyson. Itchy…goat boy…where?"

I smiled and ruffled his hair. This wasn't the first time he'd spoken of his friends.

"I have…to…save her. An…Anna…Annabeth,"

My expression turned sour and I lifted my hand from his hair.

Then I looked at him agian. I sighed and left the cave.

~oOo~

I stood on the beach as the waves washed over my ankles. The air before me shimmered and in the moment it took for me to blink, Hermes appeared on the beach in front of me.

"Lord Hermes, it is an honor." I bowed to the god.

"Ahh, Calypso, nice to see you," Hermes smiled.

"Do you know the boy who sleeps in my cave?"

"Yes."

"Who is he? Who is this Percy Jackson?"

"I can't tell you."

"Of course you can't." I rolled my eyes. Stupid fates. "Can you send a message for me?"

"Sure."

"Can you tell Percy Jackson's friends, Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson that he is healing and that he will be safe until he chooses to go home?"

"No."

"But—"

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"Maybe just—"

"No. I have to leave."

"What? Why?"

"Goodbye."

With that, Hermes disappeared in a flash. I sighed. I wished I could help this Percy Jackson even if I barely knew him. I wished I could heal him and keep him. I brushed away a tear. I was falling for him already.

I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw Percy Jackson stumbling towards me.

"Well," I said, attempting to make him smile, "the sleeper finally awakes."

"Who were you talking to?" Percy croaked. He sounded like a dying frog.

"Oh…just a messenger," I said awkwardly. "How do you feel?"

Percy shrugged then asked, "How long have I been out?"

"Time," I mused. He had hit one of the topics I wasn't keen to talk about. "Time is always difficult here. I honestly don't know, Percy."

"You know my name?"

"You talk in your sleep."

A cute blush spread across Percy's face. "Yeah. I've been…uh, told that before."

"Yes." I hesitated then said, "Who is Annabeth?"

"Oh, uh. A friend. We were together when—wait, how did I get here? Where am I?"

I reached up and brushed his mangled hair. Percy stepped back nervously. I hadn't realized that he'd be apprehensive about me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I've just grown so used to caring for you. As to how you got here, you fell from the sky. You landed in the water, just there." I pointed across the beach. "I do not know how you survived. The water seemed to cushion your fall. As to where you are, you are in Ogygia."

Percy frowned in confusion then asked, "Is that near Mount St. Helens?"

I tried not to laugh. He was cute and really funny, but I didn't want to embarrass him.

"It isn't near anything, brave one," I said, smiling. "Ogygia is my phantom island. It exists by itself, anywhere and nowhere. You can heal here in safety. Never fear."

"But my friends—"

"Annabeth," I said. "And Grover and Tyson?"

"Yes!" Percy said. "I have to get back to them. They're in danger."

I felt a pang of sadness. I knew he hadn't meant for his words to hurt, but they did. They were like thorns in my heart. I touched his face. Percy didn't back away. "Rest first. You are no good to your friends until you heal."

Blinking away his sleepiness, Percy said, "You're not…you're not an evil sorceress, are you?"

I smiled. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, I met Circe once, and she had a pretty nice island, too. Except she liked to turn men into guinea pigs."

I laughed again. "I promise I will not turn you into a guinea pig."

"Or anything else?"

I shook my head. "I am no evil sorceress, and I am not your enemy, brave one. Now rest. Your eyes are already closing."

Drowsiness took over Percy's mind and his knees buckled. I lunged forward to catch him just before he had a mouthful of gravel. I walked him back to the cushioned bench by the fountain and helped him lie down.

"Rest," I ordered. His eyes closed and I sighed.