A/N: I know, I know, this has been done a million times, but heck - I wanted to try. So sue me. This is my interpretation of Calypso POV during HoH and BoO. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The chapters in this will correlate with the chapters in the book - they start and end at approximately the same places, just from a different point of view.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

The day that Calypso's life began to change was marked by an explosion and the sound of splintering wood.

The impact shook the garden, knocking Calypso to the ground and jostling her satyr fountain so much that the little clay spout was knocked out of alignment. It was jarred sideways, the little spout of water spitting out of the rim and onto the dirt beneath. Shaking her head, the goddess got up on her hands and knees and looked around in shock. She'd heard the impact come from the east, out on the beach. Her stomach roiled at the thought of what had made that splintering sound. There was only one wooden thing out on the beach that was big enough to make that noise…

With a sense of confusion and maybe a trace of dread, Calypso climbed to her feet, brushed off her dress, and headed down the path towards the beach.

The sight she beheld stopped her cold.

Her dining table - her beautifully carved, expensive, ancient dining table that her mother had given her at her coming-of-age - was lying in pieces at the bottom of a smoking crater. The sand around it was blackened, and in some places had smoothed out into glass. Charred sticks lay strewn about the surrounding sand. Her dishes were shattered, some had melted, and all of them were completely ruined.

Calypso gaped, struggling to process all of it.

And then she heard him.

"Sphere!" a male voice situated somewhere to her right hollered. "Come to Papa!"

Calypso's stomach dropped into her toes. Not another one, she thought desperately, even as she turned. Not now, not so soon…

Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when she caught sight of him. He was crouched a few feet away from the wreckage, clutching something tightly in both scrawny hands like it was a precious gem and muttering to himself. He was covered from head to toe in soot and grease. His clothes were charred. Smoke and steam were curling off him in wisps. Dark, tangled, ratty hair hung down over his eyes, obscuring his face from view - but the tips of his pointed ears were peeking out from the curly mass in all their glory.

He looked nothing like the others. Even squatting, she could tell that he was short, stringy and not at all heroic looking. His entire body was a mess. He was barefoot, and she could see bony toes burrowing in the sand beneath him, attached to his spindly legs. There was no aura of power or heroism around him - the little imp radiated a type of high-strung, nervous energy that made her want to slap him.

He was also ignoring her.

Anger burned inside her chest. Before she could stop herself, she marched over to the edge of the crater, put her hands on her hips, and shouted: "What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!"

The boy jumped. His head snapped up, revealing a pair of slightly bloodshot dark eyes, tan skin, angular nose, thin lips and a pointed chin. His face wasn't ugly, but she'd hardly call it handsome either - it was too narrow and elfish, and the expression on his face was far too mischievous for her liking.

She was liking him less and less with every second.

He gave her a once-over. A scowl pulled at his lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he snapped irritably. "I just fell out of the sky. I constructed a helicopter in midair, burst into flames halfway down, crash-landed, and barely survived. But by all means - let's talk about your dining table!"

Calypso was struck dumb. She gritted her teeth. Why that insolent… rude… runty… WHY WAS THIS BRAT EVEN HERE?!

But he wasn't finished, oh no. Snatching up a melted goblet from the wreckage, he waved it emphatically in front of him. "Who puts a dining table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who does that?!"

The girl could feel her face reddening. Her hands clenched into fists at her side. Of all the inconsiderate, rude, downright annoying runts that could've landed here…!

Right when Calypso was sure she was about to explode in her anger, she glared up at the sky. SOMEONE WAS GOING TO PAY FOR THRUSTING THIS BRAT INTO HER CARE!

"REALLY?" she screamed, grinding her foot into the soil. "You want to make my curse even worse? Zeus! Hephaestus! Hermes! Have you no shame?"

The boy suddenly seemed nervous. "Uh…" he started hesitantly. "I doubt they're listening. You know, the whole split personality thing -"

She ignored him. "Show yourself!" she roared. "It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this -" She trailed off, searching for the right word, "this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!"

"Hey Sunshine," the boy grumbled, as impudently as possible. "I'm right here, you know."

She turned on him. WHAT did he just call me?! Did that little twit just call me Sunshine?!

Her blood boiled. "Do not call me Sunshine!" she all but screamed. She was positively fuming now. "Get out of hole and come with me now so I can get you off my island!"

The boy rolled his eyes. "Well, since you asked so nicely…" he said sarcastically.

A growl tore in her throat even as she turned to lead him down to the beach. Fury was streaming off her in waves. She wanted to break something. Was her existence really such a joke to the Olympians that they'd throw this in her path?! She must've been the laughingstock of Olympus by now!

Her eyes scanned the ruins of her dining table in a rage. She curled her lip in disgust.

"This was a pristine beach!" she snapped, gesturing to the smoking crater at her back. "Look at it now!"

"Yeah, my bad," he retorted hotly. "I should've crashed on one of the other islands. Oh wait - there weren't any!"

She snarled in disgust. She was getting very tired of this prank. Closing her eyes, she inhaled sharply and tried to calm herself as she stormed her way to the shoreline. Just call the raft, she thought to herself. He'll be gone soon enough.

She stopped about fifteen feet from the water.

And of course, the demigod promptly crashed into her, nearly toppling her.

"Gah!" she yelped grabbing onto the nearest thing she could in order to keep her balance.

Unfortunately, that nearest thing happened to be him. She had seized his arms by mistake in an effort to keep herself from face planting in the sand. Their faces were only inches apart when she finally righted herself. She found herself staring right into his eyes.

They're… actually kind of cute…

The thought shocked her so much that she shoved it aside instantly, pushing herself promptly out of his grip and glaring at him. He blinked owlishly at her.

Calypso took a deep breath, gathering herself. "Alright. This spot is good. Now tell me you want to leave."

He blinked again. "…What?"

"Do you want to leave?" she snapped, scowling. "Surely you've got somewhere to go!"

They always did after all, whether it be a home, a quest, a responsibility, a woman… they all needed to leave sooner or later. So why not sooner with this one?

"Uh… yeah," he said, hesitantly. "My friends are in trouble. I need to get back to my ship and -"

"Fine." She cut him off abruptly, not wanting to hear about whatever girl it was that he needed to return home to. "Just say, I want to leave Ogygia." Go now so I can be rid of you and live the rest of my lonely existence in peace.

He frowned. "Uh… okay. I want to leave - whatever you said."

She might've slapped him right there for being such an insufferable dolt, but somehow she managed to restrain herself. "Oh-gee-gee-ah," she said venomously, carefully enunciating every syllable so that it would penetrate that thick skull of his.

His eyes narrowed. "I want to leave Oh-gee-gee-ah," he said, rather rudely to be honest. Calypso gritted her teeth.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. "Good. In a moment, a magic raft will appear. It will take you wherever you want to go."

The boy gaped at her. Confusion flitted across his features as he looked her up and down. Traces of recognition flashed across his face, but they were gone a second later.

"Who are you?"

Nothing much. Just a stupid girl who doesn't know when to give her heart a break. Just the second-best option to any hero she meets. Just a bump in the road. Just a distraction, a seductress, a temptress… or at least, that's what they call me.

She shook her head, biting the words back. "It doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake."

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. The boy's face clouded. Resignation and hurt seeped into his expression, souring it. Calypso suspected that this wasn't the first time he had been called that.

She turned away, struggling to ignore the guilt bubbling up in her stomach. Her eyes scanned the shoreline, eagerly searching for the vessel which had carried so many heroes away from her.

"Any moment now…"

But no raft appeared.

"Maybe it got stuck in traffic," the boy said sardonically.

She wanted to punch him. She wanted to march right up to Olympus, grab Zeus by the collar and shake him until he agreed to take this little brat away from her.

Most of all, she wanted that stupid raft to show its face! Where the Tartarus is it? It should be here by now!

"This is wrong…" she muttered. Glaring up at the sky above her, she screamed; "This is completely wrong!"

Annoying as ever, the boy once again started to babble out nonsense, "So… plan B? You got a phone, or -"

"Agh!" Calypso turned and stormed up the beach. The moment she reached the footpath, she broke into a run. Anything to get as far away from him as possible.

As she ran, her eyes started to water. She scrubbed at them furiously.

The gods must think I'm the biggest fool on this earth, she thought miserably. Curse them. Curse all of them!

She had already reached her garden when she finally snapped. Falling to her knees in the dirt, Calypso threw her head back and screamed.

So… there's chapter 1. I'm not sure what to make of it… but eh. Whatever. Please review if you can spare a second. I need feedback!