Chapter Two:
Throne of Thorns
"I sat upon a throne of thorns, and waited for the crown to come," Calypso sang the birds had stopped singing to listen to her. She jabbed at the garden with her spade lost in thought her throat vibrating into a silent hum.
"But that crown had rotten away claimed by the earth," she stabbed the ground with effort puffing tads of sweat dripping down her skin. Trying not to think of anything sitting in her garden her cheeks felt wet from her work.
The earth had eaten him whole, she blinked the sweat out of her eyes. Sighing she's dug at least twenty holes. And filled them up with seeds sitting their her back turned away from the ocean. She's decided she hates the ocean.
It reminds her of him, the one she can't have. The one she waited for years, it isn't fair how could he have left her here. He had promised he would get the gods to promise to release her. Biting her lip she pulled herself to her feet.
Feeling the dirt beneath her fingers, it had felt like thousands of years had passed her by. And they had, but she had remained unchanged. She could still remember his face, the one she had fallen in love with. His eyes the colour of the sea.
None of the others had promised to free her, none of them had gotten her hopes up. "Curse you Percy Jackson," she hissed with anger. "How could you do this to me?" she wailed agony hitting her tears burning down her face.
It's not the first time, she's cried over someone she can't have. But this is a whole knew kind of low. Her fingers shake bitterness brings in her throat, "The Earth claims him stealing him away," she breathed her breathing ragged.
These aren't tears on her face but sweat. Darkness hits her and she feels dizzy, she can't die here. She tried not eating the first few days. It hadn't made a change other then the fact she was hungry but now she looked at her hands bleeding from her work.
Blistering salty tears obscured her vision as she let out a howl of anguish a scream broke through her throat, "Curse you! Curse you and your fake promises!" She croaked into the air. "I hate you all the same! You stupid Gods! I don't need you!"
She cried into the air, "I hope you loose Annabeth I hope you loose!" She cried her voice high pitched clinging into her hair. She shook her head sobbing at the top of her lungs. Theirs no way she can fall in love with another.
Harsh sobs came her throat, she wept uncontrollably shaking. "I don't need you!" She bellowed throwing her hands into the air and screaming loudly. Her voice harsh like it hadn't been used, "It's all your fault! All your fault!"
She kicked at the sand ignoring her pain tumbling she fled, theirs no one to see her flee into the woods. "Come back! Come back so I can tell you I don't need you! I don't need you!" She bellowed she didn't miss that stupid smile.
She hadn't loved him it had just been an infatuation. Fake love, it had to be. Gritting her teeth she shook her head closing her eyes. "God's please, haven't I suffered enough?" she stammered her fingers scratching at the ground. The third tree on the left in the clearing her fingers dug deep into the earth scratching, tearing.
She ignored the crippling pain in her fingers, the sweat down her back. Dragging she found it the sharpen blade beneath the tree. Her fingers shook picking up the dagger a gift from Hercules. He had left her two.
But he had never pretend to love her, he had someone. Just like Percy had Annabeth, "I curse you to," she hissed dragging the knife over her skin. Not enough to prick but enough to hurt. Terror gripped her, tears stung in her eyes.
Just salt water, it's not tears. The knife in her hand isn't because of him, it's because of all of them, "I hate you," she cursed plunging the knife into her skin ripping through. Her blood, gold, dripped out of her wound.
The colour of the immortals, she gritted her teeth fascinated as it dripped out of her wound. "I hate you," she cradled the knife, like an infant. Pain, her breathing exploding gritting her teeth a scream escaped her and she threw it onto the ground.
Harsh pain like someone had brought a hot iron to her wound, "No! Don't!" She yelled as her wound began to heal itself. "No!" She shrieked feeling invisible arms wrap around her. "I hate you! I hate you!" She bellowed crying, having a fit.
Kicking up sand, earth, but to no avail could she get away. The pain in her fingers subsided the world turned black and blue, "Let me die! Just let me!" She begged crying into the air. She hates them! The wordless, mute spirits that protect her.
They dragged her violently through the woods, she gave up for a moment. "Let me go! Don't touch me!" She roared.
But most of all she curses Percy. He promised, he had promised! Now she's alone! In pain and he dose not even care. A throb hit her in her chest the wind spirits have let go of her. She squirms rolling around in the sand.
"I hate you!" She wailed hitting him with a chunk of mud. If they eve had genders, "I hate you!" She cried failing around at nothing.
Calypso didn't want to remember his face, didn't want to think that he could love someone other then her. And most of all she loathed Annabeth, "I hope you loose each other, I curse you," she wanted him to fail.
Wanted him to know her pain. The pain of being forgotten, the pain of being abandoned. "Curse you!" She howled screaming at the top of her lungs. Cursing, croaking, the God's didn't care! Curse them too! Curse them all!
