Chapter One (Leo's PoV)

It's been a hard morning at the forge. One of my half-sisters, Nyssa, built a mini helicopter that flies around and brings twigs in for kindling for forge fires. It malfunctioned and flew around lopsidedly, cutting and scratching my cabin mates as they worked, extracting some "Gods-dammit"s. I got a decent-sized cut on my arm before the little copter took a suicidal dive into the lava pool I was working at. In a last defiant action, the helicopter broke the sword I was making in half.

Not only was there the helicopter incident, but a prototype firework for the July 4th fireworks display blew up, covering everyone in orange glitter from head-to-toe.

It's been such a hard morning, I don't even think about heading off to Bunker 9 after lunch.

The lunchtime horn sounds.

"All right guys," I say. "Fall in!"

Everyone puts down their tools with a sigh of relief and we line up according to seniority.

Since I'm head counselor, I'm first in line. We trudge down to the dining pavilion and sit the Hephaestus table. No one talks; everyone just stares dejectedly at the rough wooden surface of the table.

The food is served, and I scrape some of my taco meat into the flaming brazier and mutter "Hephaestus…" The smoke floating upwards smells like bonfires, and for some reason, oil and Tabasco sauce. Festus used to love oil and Tabasco sauce. I frown.

When everyone is seated at their respective tables, Chiron pounded his hoof against the head table. "Campers!"

Yeah, I said hoof. Chiron is a centaur. Waist up, he's a normal human. But waist down, he's a white stallion.

"Campers!" Chiron says again. "We have a visitor. She's been, ah, away for a long time. So here she is-"

Some new camper, I guess. I go back to my taco.

"-Calypso!"

(Calypso's PoV)

Chiron says "Calypso!"

I hear a gasp from a table off to my right, a table full of kids who look beaten down and tired. Some have singed-looking hair and eyebrows. All except for one.

He has curly black hair, and an impish grin. If you look up 'scrawny' in the dictionary, you would see his picture. His face is covered in soot, and he has a cut on his arm. It's the boy I vowed I would not fall for. The boy I wished would return each day after he left.

My repair boy. My Leo.

He jumps up from the table and runs towards me. His eyes shine. Tears pool in my eyes as well. He catches me in a hug and holds me tight. All those nights of dreaming, or wishing my repair boy would come back to me, and now I'm here. And he's here.

"You're here. You're… you're here," he says.

"Yeah," I say. Tears roll down my face now. Leo wipes them away with his thumb.

"You're here," he says again, "with me."

"Together," I say between sobs. "We're together." Leo holds me close. Then he stares into my eyes and gives me a long kiss.

"I love you," I say when we break apart.

"I love you too," he says. "And you are staying here with me. I'm not letting you go again."

I smile through my tears.

"I'm staying here. With you. Not going anywhere."

Leo smiles shakily and hugs me again. Then he kisses me once more, and it's just the two of us in the world. No one else matters. We are alone. Together.