Once again, I am extremely sorry for taking so long! And thanks to all reviewers! This chapter is very long, and hope it covers for the wait!

I stepped inside my cabin, and the same harsh air that I had become used to greeted me.

My cabin hadn't felt warm since the last time Grover and Annabeth had woken me up that one morning. Thinking back on that morning, it felt so long ago, although only two days had passed.

I closed the door behind me.

It was only a few hours past dinner; the night was young, but I prepared for bed.

A feeling of dread hung over my shoulders. The words Annabeth had spoken to me a just a few minutes ago were echoing over and over again in my head.

As I set Riptide on my nightstand, a flicker of red moved behind me. I jumped and uncapped my pen.

Standing right there, in front of me, was a person I thought I would never see in my cabin. It was Rachel.

"Whoa!" she said, keeping her eyes fixed on Riptide. "Percy, put that away. Don't think that I forgot about the first time you tried to kill me with that at Hoover Dam!"

I was way too shocked to speak, but I managed to blankly re-cap Riptide.

I stared, wide eyed, as Rachel walked around. "This is so cool, Percy! I never thought that this was what your cabin looked liked."

She wore her regular jeans and a T-shirt. Her frizzy red hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. The only thing different was that her skin seemed to be transparent. As if she wasn't really standing in front of me. I felt like I could put my hand right through her like a hologram.

I rubbed my eyes, coming out of my trance of shock. "Ra-Rachel!" I stuttered. "How...What..."

But she was too busy acknowledging my cabin to answer me.

"Okay Rachel," I said. "This is impossible. You can't be here right now!"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Gosh, Percy, will you just, like, chill? No I'm not really here; I'm just a part of your mind. Part of your imagination, you could say."

I blinked. It was at this point that I was willing to see a therapist and accept the fact that I was losing it.

"Wow!" Rachel walked over to my fountain. "This is so awesome, Percy!"

"Um...thanks," I said slowly, playing Rachel's game. "So why, and how, exactly are you here?"

"I don't know," Rachel shrugged. "Your mind is that one that imagined me here, you should know."

"Rachel, I'm serious, what are you talking about? I didn't imagine you here."

"Um... apparently you did, Percy." She waved her hands in front of my face. "That's why I'm standing here."

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew exactly what Rachel was talking about...

In the back of my mind I really wanted to talk to Rachel, to get her advice. It seemed like Rachel always understood why things were so tangled with me and Annabeth. I didn't know how it was possible for Rachel to actually appear in my cabin if my brain imagined her here. But seeing all the strange things I had today, I went along with it.

"So... um..." I started.

Rachel cut me off rolling her green eyes. "How'd you mess things up this time?"

I sighed. Rachel said she was just my imagination. So it wouldn't matter if I told her, right?

And so I did tell her. I told Rachel about Calypso, and about the way I had left Calypso. I told her about all my dreams and my debate with my father and Zeus. When I got to the part about how I made my decision, Rachel looked ready to explode.

"What?" she shouted. "You made the biggest decision about Calypso, and you just simply forgot to consider Annabeth?"

"I only had two minutes!" I said defensively. "What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just forget about everything and lose my change to save Calypso!"

She shook her head. "But still, Percy, you should have at least talked to Annabeth before doing this. I swear this is, like, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

"Okay, not helping!"

Rachel sighed sensing my frustration. "Alright, sorry. So tell me… how exactly did Annabeth take Calypso's arrival?"

Then I heard her mutter something along the lines of "Not too bad, considering you're still alive..." I ignored it.

"I don't know, Rachel. I guess she's... mad. But, I mean, Annabeth doesn't even know her."

Rachel just stared at me. "You really are blind, Percy."

I gave Rachel a small glare and began pacing back and forth.

Rachel's eyes followed me for a long time. "So you're telling me that you seriously have no idea why Annabeth suddenly hates Calypso?"

"Okay, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "I'm not as smart as you. But no, I don't know why Annabeth's mad. Calypso is innocent."

Rachel walked to a corner in my cabin and just stood, as if preparing something to say.

After a long time she finally said, "Percy tell me something: Wouldn't you be mad if Annabeth suddenly appeared with some hot guy and kissed him?"

"Yes, I would be mad!" I answer a little too quickly, and then realized what I had just said, my face burning. "No. I mean... Well, I didn't kiss Calypso, okay?"

"Yeah, Percy, instead you spent two weeks on an island with her, and then held her."

"She fell into my hands."

"But Annabeth didn't see that part. Look, the point is that it looked bad, Percy."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Percy, go lay down." Her voice so firm that I didn't think twice before I listened and got under the covers of my bunk.

Rachel took a breath. "You know that traitor guy that betrayed your camp and stuff? The one I threw a brush at."

"Luke," I said bitterly turning my head. Talking about him was the last thing I needed.

Rachel nodded. "Exactly."

"What about him?"

"I need you to think about something," Rachel said. "Why do you hate Luke so much? And why do you hate when Annabeth defends him?"

Minutes past before I finally turned back to Rachel. "Because -"

I stopped.

Rachel wasn't there anymore; she had disappeared. I was left in my cabin alone feeling like fifty pounds of bricks were sitting on my chest.

I stared at the cabin floor for a long time, just thinking, and then I shut off the lights.

-Star things-

My eyes opened early the next morning. Immediately a sense of frustration spread over me, and memories of yesterday crashed back into my head.

I took a deep breath as I mentally restated what was happening:

Calypso is really back.

Annabeth hates her, and possibly hates me too.

And I had an extremely weird illusion of Rachel yesterday.

I stumbled out of bed, not sure what was in store for me today, but it seemed like my mind was only focused around one thought: Annabeth. I had to talk to her.

And that thought scared me. Annabeth was on my mind more than she shouldn't have been. I was mad at myself for not thinking about Calypso enough.

A knock on my door interrupted all my thought process at once.

"Come in." My voice sounding more depressed than I realized.

It was Chiron. He smiled and told me he had important news. I was to meet him at the big house

Before he turned I said, "Wait."

"Yes?"

"Is this good news or bad?"

He nodded, as if he expected this question. "Some of it might bring relief. And the other… may be quite disturbing."

Just what I needed…

But then Chiron smiled again, like nothing was wrong. "Not to worry, child. We will figure things out." He trotted out of the room.

I changed my clothes quickly.

You would think that I would be just a little bit curious to hear what the disturbing news was, but I wasn't curious at the smallest. I didn't have any interest to hear anything disturbing.

And at this point, the only news that would bring me any kind of relief would be the news that Annabeth had smiled.

I met Chiron at the big house. "Have you noticed the weather inside camp is getting colder?" he asked. It seemed off topic, but he had a point.

"Yeah, I have. Aren't the camp borders supposed to keep temperature out?"

"Yes." His face turned ashy. "But I fear that I must conclude that… the borders may be weakening."

I blinked. "What? But the Fleece…"

"The Golden Fleece is not the problem. As I have told you before, Calypso's arrival has imbalanced the fates, my boy. It is affecting the world."

I kept my eyes fixed on the wall. It felt like Chiron was telling me that the world was slowly being destroyed all because of my decision. "Can't we do anything about it?"

Chiron nodded. "This is not permanent; the fates will learn to balance themselves. The gods are giving us the best protection they can in the mean time. This will only last for weeks, months at the most. However, while the borders are weak… I fear…."

Chiron didn't need to finish. I knew what he was saying, and anger ran through my veins. "Luke," I said. "You're saying he might try to invade camp while the borders are weak."

Chiron nodded grimly. "Yes. But it is only something to consider. For now, we shouldn't worry."

There was a dreary silence in the room, and I felt like everything came back to it being my fault.

"So," I said, "was there any good news?"

Chiron smiled half-heartedly. "You might be relieved to hear that Calypso's condition is improving." He was right, I was relieved.

"Is she conscious?" I asked hopefully, but also feeling a bit nervous.

"Not yet, my boy, but she is making a fast recovery. Give it a few more days," Chiron told me.

And that summed up everything.

Before I opened the door to leave, I found myself turning back. "Chiron, do you… um… know if Annabeth's alright?"

Chiron looked into the fireplace. "As of last night, she was angry. I take it you two had an argument."

I nodded uncomfortably. "Annabeth thinks Calypso is evil."

"Can you blame her?" Chiron said, and confusion crossed over me.

"Calypso isn't evil! She's -"

Chiron interrupted. "I know, child. But you must understand Annabeth's reasons. Calypso's sudden appearance has distressed her."

I didn't say anything.

"Percy, as I said. Things will get better, I'm sure of that."

I didn't bother to acknowledge that sentence as I walked out of the big house, straight to the sword arena.

I was angry.

Everything seemed to be my fault: Calypso's condition, Annabeth's distress, the weakening of the borders, and basically the imbalance of the whole world.

I stopped when I stepped inside the arena. Apparently someone here last night and had the same idea of getting their anger out.

All the dummies were bleeding foam and straw. I hadn't ever seen them so deformed. Their appearance almost made me feel bad for them even though they were just objects.

Then I remembered last night when I saw Annabeth walking out of the sword arena. She had been here… she had done this. My heart sank, and I walked out of the sword arena too.

-Star things-

The conch sounded. I went to the dining pavilion. The first thing I noticed: Annabeth was present for breakfast. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop my eyes from glancing at her every five seconds and looking at the way her head was down as she ate. I hadn't seen her say a single word to any of her siblings.

On the other hand, it seemed like mostly everyone kept turning their heads to steal a glance at me.

Before breakfast ended, Annabeth stood up and left. Great, so she was avoiding me.

I finished up my breakfast, which seemed so flavorless, and as breakfast was dismissed, I found myself standing outside, wondering where to go.

Part of me wanted to find Annabeth and attempt talking to her again.

And then the other part of my brain was scolding me. It was angry at me for not thinking about Calypso as much as I was thinking about Annabeth. It yelled at me for bringing Calypso into this world and barely considering her.

I headed towards the big house.

Chiron invited me in as he led me to Calypso's room.

It was a small room, with a huge window overlooking the beach. The sun poured in the room hitting the wall just across the window.

Against that wall was a bed, on which Calypso gracefully laid. Her hands were folded over her stomach formally, and her soft braided hair neatly rested over her shoulder.

I couldn't help but compare her to the way princesses slept in fairytales. She was perfect.

I stood next to the bed. The bright sun flashing on her face vanished as my figure became shade, and I knelt down next to her.

Chiron was watching me carefully, standing by the door.

We all kept our positions for a long time, 'til Chiron stepped forward and knelt next to me by Calypso's bed.

He positioned his hands over Calypso's chest, and I could feel energy draining out from Chiron's hands and seeping into her body.

"It's special healing," Chiron told me. "I used it on you your first summer after your scorpion bite."

I nodded, though that memory was uncomfortable. I remembered the day Luke betrayed camp and had summoned a scorpion.

"Why does she need healing?" I broke out of my thoughts. "She isn't injured or poisoned, right?"

"No, she's fine," Chiron answered, "but this healing should speed the arrival of her conscious."

It was as soon as he had said that when Calypso moved. My heart immediately seemed to pick up and started pounding.

She didn't make any big movement but a simple move of her hands.

Chiron resided his hands and watched in the same curiosity as me.

Very hesitantly I reached towards Calypso. Chiron didn't stop me, and I gently touched her forehead.

"How does she feel?" Chiron asked.

"Cold."

Then we just watched in amazement as, very slowly, Calypso's eyes fluttered open. I brushed her loose hair back before taking my hand away.

Chiron and I stayed silent. We were giving Calypso her time to look around the room, and to remember everything.

My heart never stopped racing as her eyes glanced around the walls and then fell on me.

I could never explain what happened then… but I just stared back at Calypso. An electrifying current passing between our eyes.

After a long time, I gathered my thoughts in an attempt to speak. Memories of my stay with Calypso on Ogygia were filling me when I said, "Well, the sleeper finally awakes."

There was silence.

Well, the sleeper finally awakes. Those were the first official words Calypso had spoken to me back on Ogygia. More memories filled me.

Looking at Calypso's expression I knew that she remembered those words as much as me, and she answered, "How long have I been out?" Her voice weak.

A small smile spread over my face. I remembered that I had asked Calypso that exact question in response. I knew that we were repeating our conversation back on Ogygia.

I reached up and touched Calypso's forehead again. But she didn't back way like I had on her island, although her face was full of confusion.

"Listen," I said. "You're at Camp Half-Blood."

"What…How -" Calypso began as I interrupted.

"Calypso." I locked eyes with her. "You're… you're in the real world. You're free from your island."

Her almond eyes widened, and I could tell what she was going through. "Look," I said gently. "You're safe, I promise. I'll explain everything. But right now, you need to rest."

"Percy…"

"Don't worry," I whispered, and I'm sure that was the last thing she heard before her eyes closed.

I took a breath absorbing all that in, and then I faced Chiron.

He was still studying me intently, as if trying to figure out exactly how deep my relationship was with Calypso.

Then he sighed. "Well, I was not expecting her conscious to return so soon. But this is a good sign. She shall be just fine; there is nothing more to worry about," Chiron assured me.

I swallowed. My mind felt tangled, like a million things were going on at once, and I just wanted them to stop.

I stood up and the bright drawings of the sun fell back on Calypso's face.

"One more thing, my boy," Chiron said as we walked out of Calypso's room. "I think it would be best to assemble a meeting as soon as possible."

"You mean a meeting to talk about… Calypso?" That was the last thing I wanted to do.

Chiron nodded. "Yes, we must discuss her. But also to discuss other matters…"

Again, Chiron didn't have to say it. He wanted to have a meeting to consider the chances of Kronos' army invading camp.

"Fine," I said dully. "When?"

"After lunch, Child." Chiron looked at me thoughtfully. "It will be your job to inform all the cabin leaders. Alright?"

And as much as I felt like protesting, I didn't have the energy. I regretfully nodded and accepted Chiron's task, knowing it wasn't going to be easy.

First I got Beckendorf out of the way. He was easy; I simply told him about the meeting.

Telling Silena about the meeting was harder because she kept pressing about Calypso.

Clarisse tried to act like she didn't care, although she listened to me carefully.

Travis and Connor took matters light and carelessly took the information.

After informing most of the cabin leaders, I found my heart picking up faster than it had for Calypso's awakening. I knew my next task.

I had to tell Annabeth about the meeting.

A heavy nervousness hung over me, and I wished things were simpler.

Annabeth was furious with me, and I knew getting her to listen to me wouldn't be easy. I wanted to back away and just forget about telling her.

And then my next thought scared me too. I could have just had Grover tell her about the meeting or someone else, but with every last feeling I had, I was eager to talk to Annabeth; I wanted to talk to her more than anything. I needed to get her to listen to me.

I took a breath and headed to find Annabeth.

I know there wasn't as much percabeth in this chapter, but I promise it's coming first thing next chapter!

And to those few percalypso fans out there: I hope you enjoyed the minor percalypso scene in this chapter. More is promised later on.

Please review! I'd really like to hear what you think of this chapter, especially the beginning scene with Rachel; I was a little hesitant about using Rachel to give Percy advice, but I hoped it worked out well. And I'd really love to hear any suggestions for the next chapter- what do you think Annabeth's reaction should be? Should she let Percy talk to her or stay distant?