Waz up, manamicho's?! (My friend invented that word…) Sorry, I've been busy…
One of my stories got published in an anthology! Enjoy!
Annabeth
When they came back, both father and son looked grim. What had they been discussing? More worryingly, Percy looked at me apologetically, and was that… guilt? This was all very concerning, and what made it worse was Poseidon's quiet whisper to Zeus. All I could hear was a low mumble in Greek, occasionally catching a few words like "island", and "past is gone, she is now innocent". Zeus cleared his throat uncomfortably. Really, what wish could shake him more than excepting new Olympians?
"Perseus. What you seek is… difficult to achieve." The king of the gods said. Then Aphrodite cooed.
"Ooh… but it is love! I definitely agree to this!"
This only confused me further. Much to my convenience, Hazel spoke up.
"Um… lord? What was Percy's request?" Said demigod blushed, and suddenly was interested in the tiles on the floor.
"He… would like to free Calypso, daughter of Atlas from her island." As soon as Poseidon said this, my heart fell. Like there was nothing in the universe anymore. I felt tears of anger well up in my eyes. After all the things we've been through together, all the fights, the injures and two wars, was Calypso really that crucial to him? Over all the other things he could have wish for…? Somehow, this was worse than thinking Percy was going to become a god, and leave forever. At least then I knew that it was either godhood or staying at Camp Half-Blood. But this other alternative? The thought of maybe that Percy loved Calypso? No. Never.
That's when I found myself charging towards the exit. I wanted to go back to my cabin and sob.
Percy
"Oh gods…" I muttered under my breath. Annabeth had taken this the wrong way. I thought she'd be smart enough to realize I just wanted to help Calypso. I raced after her, wishing there had been a warning for all this.
"Percy. Why? I thought you knew how Annabeth suspected you were at Calypso's Island. You knew how much this would break her."
Thalia was scolding me for the millionth time.
"Why is everybody over reacting? If you could, wouldn't you save Luke from an island prison?" I was sick of everyone blaming me. I was just trying to help.
Thalia sighed.
"Well, Zeus said that he'd consider it."
I nodded.
"We'll just have to see how it goes."
"Percy!"
I heard my name. Who could it be? Then I recognized the voice. It brought back memories of waves lapping at the shore. Of soft sand between my toes, and gardens of roses…
"Calypso!" I automatically called out the name of the person who had haunted my dreams after the incident at Mt. St. Helen's. Then I saw her. Shimmering golden hair, warm eyes… She ran to me, and we hugged.
"Thank you, Percy! They let me go!"
Her hair smelled like cinnamon as always. I was speechless. She was here. But something was wrong. Oh…
I should be holding Annabeth right now. I missed her lemon shampoo. Her gray eyes, her smile.
We haven't spoken for day. I was brought back to the present by Calypso's gentle voice.
"Percy?"
Then Annabeth stormed towards me.
A little cliffie. Hehe.
I saw Wreck It Ralph!