Calypso brushed the dust off her grime-coated clothes as she walked the winding path back towards her cave. Her shirt was more yellow than white now. She would have never allowed herself to get so soiled before, not for someone else at least. What was happening to her? She looked back over her shoulder to see the scrawny, curly-haired boy stumble down towards the beach and collapse in the sand. The scene brought a smile to her lips and she wondered when this boy had crawled his way into her mind and soul. Into her heart.

The gods were cruel, she thought as she reached the cave. At first, when she had found Leo, she had thought that he was sent as some kind of joke by the gods. Another humiliation she was to be put through, for making that one unwise decision, all those centuries ago. But even then she had been relieved. Relieved that she wouldn't have to fall hopelessly in love with another hero, who would never return her feelings. Relieved she wouldn't have to watch her love sail away from her of their own will, to go save the one they love, the one they are promised to.

Calypso reached her cave and began to water the plants in her garden, and sing to them, like she always did, to make them grow even more beautiful. This time however, the melody which was flowing out of her sparkling pink lips was different; "Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts."

As she strode through the garden she thought about her hobbies, gardening, cooking, sewing, painting. The things that usually gave her so much joy, felt like nothing more than distractions. Distractions from her lonely life. From her broken heart. She watered the last of the plants before heading back inside her cave to clean up, all the while singing, "And we've got to find other ways, to make it alone, and keep a straight face."

Calypso stepped out of her bathing pool, which was attached to her cave home, yet carefully hidden, wrapped up in a warm white towel, her cinnamon hair clipped up in a messy bunch. She took in her surroundings. The sleek cave she had lived in for so many years, with glittering gemstones and shimmering crystals, lighting up the walls. Her bed off in one corner, fitted with silky white sheets and fluffy pillows, where she had nursed countless heroes back to health, watching over them as they slept, kindly barring the nightmares heroes have the misfortune to experience, at least while they were under her care. At the foot of her bed was the wooden trunk, filled with her few precious possessions and gifts she had obtained from the visiting gods and the heroes she had loved. She walked across the woollen white rug, which saved her bare feet from having to step upon the cold smooth rock floor, to her large, old-fashioned wooden wardrobe. She opened the doors and shuffled through the hangers of her near-identical white dresses, before reaching for her newly sown and much more comfortable jeans and a white cotton top. She shut the doors with a soft click and made her way back to the bed, singing "And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance." She thought about those heroes - Odysseus, Percy; She had tried so desperately to not fall for them, to no avail. She kept her distance yet they had still managed to worm their way into her heart, only to cause its collapse by leaving her forever. As she changed and brushed out her hair, her thoughts turned to the silly demigod waiting patiently on her beach. It brought an unexpected smile to her lips. He didn't look like much but somehow, she couldn't stop thinking about him. It had been a long time since she had company; she was tired of being lonely, with only the gentle doves in her garden to keep her company. "And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content, with loneliness..." She sang softly, humming the tune as she went to prepare dinner for them.

She packed the last of the food into the large picnic basket (Leo had quite the appetite), just as the sun began to set. She set out down the long winding path to the beach. She knew somewhere deep in her heart that she was falling for him, and her brain was telling her the decision was unwise, but she wanted to trust that this time things would be different. She knew those heroes would leave her, but this time… This time Leo wasn't leaving because he was promised to someone, he wasn't leaving because he loved another. He was leaving to save her, save himself, and save the world. She began to let herself hope, because none of them were ever worth the risk, but Leo was.

She pushed aside the last branch in her path, to see the setting sun's fiery red glow washed over the still form on the beach. She smiled, taking in the beautiful sight of a calm and content Leo. Her smile grew wider as she made her way down the slope, singing the last lines of her song, softly, so she didn't disturb her new friend, "You are the only exception."


A/N: I hope you enjoyed the second installment, from Calypso's POV. I know its kind of short. It was longer but I edited it out as it was dragging quite a bit. Again, I don't own anything. If you liked it then please drop me a review! Thank you for reading!