What if Percy stayed on Calypso's island?
Disclaimer; Until I work out all the fine points of my identity theft plan *cough* I'm not Rick Riordan yet. Yet being the operative word.
I stared out at the sea. Never-ending, just going on and on forever. At least, that's what it seemed from my point of view.
But I knew from experience that everything ended. Things you used to believe suddenly weren't so true anymore.
People you used to know suddenly disappeared. I shook my head, trying to derail that train of thought.
The one thing I couldn't forget. There were days I would pretend, and even a few precious seconds every once and a while when I could almost forget that there had been a different life, away from her island.
I could push my regrets to the back of my mind and forget about her. Almost.
"You're thinking again," a musical voice murmured in my ear.
I whipped around. "Don't do that!" I exhaled. There stood my reason for leaving everything behind. A girl who looked to be my age, but carried time in her deep brown eyes.
Her caramel hair blew softly in the wind, and I absentmindedly thought of another girl, a lifetime away, with hair like the sunshine and eyes as deep as the sky…
I turned my thought's back to Calypso. She had that sad look in her eyes that I wasn't even sure if time would cure. She sighed. "You regret this, don't you?" The way she said it was more of a question than a statement.
"No! I… that's not it," I finished weakly. Truthfully, she had hit the nail on the head. But I wasn't about to come out and say, "Oh yeah, you're right Calypso. I don't love you, I regret staying here, and sometimes I wish I had never washed up on your stupid island," Right. That would go over well.
"You've been thinking about them a lot lately," she murmured softly. "I wish… I have taken away your life. I will always regret my decision," her eyes were full of pain.
"No—don't think like that! It was my decision to make! I--" I broke off as Calypso stood suddenly, eyes glazed over.
"The prophecy," she whispered. Suddenly I realized her eyes were glazed with tears. She turned to me. "Always remember me, my brave one," she whispered, before fleeing from the beach.
I sat frozen with shock, not sure how to deal with this recent change of events until I stared across the sea and realized that my world was about to change drastically.
The waves started to toss and turn unexpectedly, frothing and foaming until a figure rose out of the forming whirlpool.
"Dad?" I asked weakly.
CLIFFIE!! I won't update until I get 5 reviews. (If anyone even reads this… *sniff*) If you didn't get it, this is what would have happened if Percy had chosen to stay on Calypso's island in BOTL. I don't know if it's any good, but feel free to review and offer suggestions. This is my first fanfic, so don't be too hard on me! I know it's pretty short, I'm hoping the chapters will be longer, and there will be Percabeth!
