Author's Note: So after some feedback, i realized my first attempt at this story was very OCC and complete and utter rubbish. I hope you'll like this one better, because i do.


A man hobbled across the white sand of a beach with leg braces, his battered and misshapen face continuously glancing around, as if he was trying to find someone. After a while of searching, he decided to sit down onto the photo worthy sand with great difficulty. A rummage through his overall pockets presented him with a small mechanical falcon, already pre assembled and looking expectantly at him. "You know who to find. Go get her." He ordered it before it took off into the sky.

It only took ten minutes for the falcon to return in the hands of a beautiful girl. She had almond eyes and caramel-colored hair, looking confused until she saw the disfigured man. "Lord Hephaestus, I am honored."

"Calypso, your as beautiful as ever." He replied, his gruff and stern look almost softening.

The girl gave a soft smile. "Thank you Lord. What brings you here to my modest island?"

"I come with news from the gods." He replied as he motioned Calypso to give him back the falcon, which she gave back a little too willingly. The falcon chirped happily as it jumped into Hephaestus's hand, right before the god pulled out one of its feathers and disassembled it.

"Good news or bad news?" She asked hesitantly. News for her was rare and irregular, and rarely was it good.

Hephaestus looked at her and almost smiled. " Your in luck this time; I bring good news. Your punishment has been lifted. Welcome back to Olympus."

Calypso's jaw dropped. "Is this a joke?"

"Am I the type to joke?" He replied.

A grin broke out onto Calypso's face. "What brought upon the gods sudden change of mind? I was certain I would never leave this island. Not at least for a couple thousand more years."

"You can thank Percy Jackson, the brave lad. Turn downed god like stature for a couple demands."

Calypso's heart jumped at the mention of the young demigod's name. For the past couple of months she had tried her hardest to forget the handsome hero who had broken her heart, just like the countless others that had broken it before. The Fates would have it that he would be the one to free her.

"What? Why would he turn down being a god? I can't remember the last time that offer was given." She replied, trying to act like she didn't mind that they were talking about him.

Hephaestus either didn't notice or didn't care, because he rolled right on, giving her a lengthy description of what had happened since he had left her perfect little prison. She ran her fingers across the sand absentmindedly while he told the tale, soaking in every detail. Somehow though, he never mentioned Percy's relationship with the brilliant daughter of Athena; the one thing Calypso wanted to know.

By the time the god of fire had finished his story, the sun was starting to set on the peaceful ocean waters.

"My little hero has certainly been busy over the past few months." Calypso said after a minute or two of silence.

"Not a few months, dear. A few years."

Right. Calypso should have known. Time on Oygyia and back in the real world were vastly different. She should have expected that. But never less, she was still shocked.

"Years? I bet he has changed much." She replied softly, wondering how he looked like now. Had he gotten taller? Stronger? Was his black hair still the same?

"Not as much as we gods wish he would have changed. He's still the hot headed boy who gets into more trouble then we'd like." Hephaestus's tone lightened, and Calypso had a feeling that Percy must have won this god over some way or another. The god gave a quick look at the setting sun, and turned to Calypso. "Now we must be getting back soon. The gods want to give you a little chat before you arrive home."

"Home?" She asked.

"You'll find out soon enough. Now come on; the trip from here to Olympus isn't short, and Zeus gave me specific orders to get you back before the sun rose in the morning." With a little help from Calypso, he managed to get up from the sand. A boat appeared near them, its white sail managed to billow even though there wasn't the slightest hint of a breeze. Hephaestus lumbered into it, quickly followed by Calypso as she daintily squeezed herself into the one person vessel.

"To Olympus." Hephaestus barked at the boat, and it quickly shot off to the north. Calypso smiled; for the first time in over a thousand years, she felt the burden of punishment lift off her shoulders.