Hey, guys! This is my first fanfiction so please no hate if it turns out to be dreadful. I aim to be one of the few fanfiction authors who use proper grammar and spelling. :-) I try.

Anyway, I've basically always wondered what Calypso's thoughts were while Leo was stuck on Ogygia. Please review and let me know what you think :-) Enjoy!

CALYPSO - SOMEONE CRASHES INTO MY DINING TABLE

I sat by my harp, but I wasn't playing. My head was in my hands and my knees were drawn up to my chest. I felt the presence of one of my invisible wind spirits flash past me, flickering in concern. When they had first noticed my depression (at least, that's what Apollo called it when he visited me) they had fluttered around me all day and all night, hovering hopefully as if being there would miraculously reverse my curse and free me from my glorified prison.

Then I heard a massive crash! from the beach and I jumped to my feet, realising that maybe the spirit's concern hadn't been for me. I sprinted out of my cave, arriving at the beach just inside to see a curly-haired figure sliding to the bottom of a huge crater that had appeared in the sand, yelling something excitedly I couldn't exactly hear. Anger rose in my throat. Even though I wasn't on Ogygia by choice, it was still my home, and no-one had a right to destroy it like that!

I stormed over to the lip of the crater and stared down at the person who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor of it, holding a mysterious bronze sphere.

"What are you doing?" I finally noticed the splinters of wood and goblets littered through the crater and realised something had been damaged in the making of the crater. "You blew up my dining table!"

The person looked up and I realised it was a boy. I couldn't tell how tall he was, because he was sitting in a hole, but he was thin, with dark, curly hair and deep brown eyes. His features reminded me a bit of an elf – a mischievous look and a glint in his eyes full of fun. But the fun and mischievousnesses were rather overshadowed by the pain and sorrow they were swimming in right now. They were eyes that had been through far too much, far too soon.

I noticed the metal ball he was clutching in his hands was glowing slightly as if it was burning hot. I took note of that. If it was actually as hot as it looked and he could still hold it comfortably, he probably wasn't human.

I moved my glare back up to his face, which was now screwed up in distaste, mixed in with a hint of dislike.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, his voice rising. "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!"

He grabbed one of the pewter goblets that had been on the table and was now twisted and melted. "Who puts a dining room table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who DOES that?"

Just my luck. Of course, another random demigod would crash-land on my dining table, snap it in half, break all my tableware, burn my napkins and then use it as an excuse to insult me.

AND THIS ONE WASN'T EVEN THAT HOT!

I clenched my fists and directed a furious glare at the sky. "REALLY?! You want to make my curse even WORSE? Zeus! Hephaestus! Hermes! Have you no shame?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the demigod shift uncomfortably. "Uh..I doubt they're listening. You know, the whole split-personality thing -"

I ignored him. "Show yourself!" I demanded, still yelling at the sky. "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?" I blink hard and shut off the memories of Odysseus, Drake...Percy Jackson...all the people that had let me fall for them and then left before catching me.

"You think it's funny to send me this - this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!"

"Hey, Sunshine," the demigod interrupted. "I'm right here, you know."

Still boiling with rage, I growled at him. "Do NOT call me Sunshine! Get out of that hole and come with me NOW so you can get off my island!"

The direction of my anger had changed. Of course, I was still partially mad at the demigod who had shattered my dining table, but now I was letting out all of the stress and anger that had built up inside of me at not being released from my curse.

And the unfortunate demigod just happened to be in the way.

He didn't seem fazed, though. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." he said and began climbing out of the crater with surprising strength and speed for someone who appeared so scrawny. I shook my head and began marching towards the shore.