Wait – come back! I wanted to scream as the raft floated away from my island, taking a young boy with it. A young boy...and my heart.
I brushed a tear from my cocoa colored skin and sank onto the soft, swaying grass.
I am Calypso, and I am doomed to live on my island forever. And all because I supported my loving father in the Titans/Gods war. For Zeus' sake, I didn't do anything that horrible...
As if staying on this admittedly beautiful prison wasn't enough of a punishment, the Fates would send me hero's. Hero's I couldn't help but love...
But they would always, always leave me, in the end. Like Percy had just done.
Taking a stick, I carved my name into the sandy beach, in soft, elegant script. Then I wrote the words 'Is free' next to my name.
I dashed it with my foot. Freedom would never be mine.
A/N: Yeah, I actually wrote this at like, 3:00 in the morning about a week ago. I can hardly read the page I wrote this on. So...yeah. Review. Or else nothing will happen.