Hello fellow people, thanks if you are reading this! This is my first fanfic story, so I'd love comments. :D Yes, this story won't exactly be a happily-ever-after story. I wanted to surprise ya'll but, oh well. Sorry happily-ever-after lovers. :P Have fun!
Calypso walked up and down the beach singing softly to herself. She carefully walked around the large crater that had been there ever since Leo Valdez had crash-landed on her island. Leo. How long had it been since he had been there?
"Too long," Calypso muttered to herself. Ever since he had been there Calypso had found a surprising interest in trying to fix up the things on the Island. She found a way to connect her fountain to the garden and to water the flowers regularly, so that she wouldn't have to do it. Unfortunately, that just left more time to waste. More sadness to be remembered, more time to wait and wonder. Leo had said he would come back, but she knew better. No man could ever come to her island twice. Her home… Her prison.
Why did she have to wait for someone? She had fought in a war. She had survived loss. What more could be taken from her? If there was anything Leo had taught her it was that nothing was impossible.
Calypso sat down to think about that. She hadn't had an original idea for… well, for three thousand years. Until Leo came. Leo hadn't simply accepted his fate, he had worked toward the impossible. Why couldn't she? She could break the rules… the gods were too busy to bother with her anyway. She chould use the wood from her house, build a raft and use the blueprints for Leo's control-device-thingy. Assuming Leo had gotten out safely, it could work for her too, after all Ogygia's magic was acting up.
Calypso stood. If she was going to be able to help Leo stop Gaea from taking over the world she'd have to hurry. She had a boat to build.
Calypso had made all the arrangements, the boat was made, the device attached, and Leo's coordinates and plans entered. Calypso stood in the next to the crater in her Island she was leaving… for real. She had always wanted to leave, or at least be free from her curse. Now she couldn't decide if she really wanted to leave it. It was all she had ever known.
She began to sing. She didn't know why, but it usually made her feel better. As she sang the controls began to click, seeming to tap to the tune. They reminded her of Leo. She had to go. He would want her too. She wondered if Percy would have wanted her to leave her Island. Or Odysseus, or Drake. She had to go forever was too long to be left alone, especially if you had never tried to find your own way.
Calypso pushed the boat into the water and got in, floating away from her home forever.