"But Calypso," He pleaded, "I have to get back to my wife, Penelope. She misses me. I must return! I have been on Ogygia for seven years, Calypso." He had tears in his eyes. So did I.

"You don't get it!" I shouted, "I'm all alone here. It's so lonely! I see a god once a year, if that. I'm going to go insane here!" My voice was pleading.

"I don't love you, Calypso. You have our sons now, and they will keep you company. I beg of you, release me. I must return to Ithaca." He said, his voice hardening.

"But I…" I stammered, but my voice was clouded by sadness.

"If you love me, Calypso, you'll set me free." He said. He drove a tough bargain.

I sighed, and the ground shook. Hermes emerged from the sand, messenger bag at his side. He walked foreword. "Calypso, you have been given orders to set this man free." He said sadly. He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"No!" I sobbed, "No, no, no! Don't leave me!" I was completely hysterical at this point. "I need you here, don't you see? I don't get human comfort- ever! You'll live forever here. You'll never age. Stay!"

He shook his head and Hermes waved his hand. A wooden raft appeared at the shore. I dove to the ground and clutched his ankle. "I'm begging you, stay! Your wife is probably already re-married. She's long forgotten of you. Please! You are the father of my sons. If you leave, my boys will grow up fatherless." He turned away and started walking. I released his ankle. He didn't look back as he got on his raft.

"Odysseus!" I woke with a scream. I was drenched in sweat and my blankets had been thrown off the bed. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. It took a few minutes to convince myself it was only a flashback. It was dark outside, but the fire still glowed with a furious light. It seemed to calm down as I did. Tears started forming in my eyes as I thought about the fate of my sons. I took a flashlight off the dresser and headed over to the bathrooms to take a shower. (Apparently here on the main land you had to wash yourself every day.) The hot water running over me gave me time to think.

When all the salt had been washed from my blond waves that reached my hips, I tied it in a knot behind me so that it wouldn't get in the way and walked back to my cabin. I looked in the dresser to see if there were any clothes I could wear. (I have learned that it is customary that people these days cover up in clothes during the day, which seemed somewhat pointless in the hot summer months.) I slipped into a fair of fuzzy red pants and a loose fitting white shirt. I had to admit, it was quite comfortable. I started staring at the fire, which was very calming. The warmth radiated off and made me comfortable, even though it was warm outside anyway. I heard a knock at the door, which, needless to say, surprised me very much.

"Come in." I said, not looking back to see who it was. I heard footsteps approaching me, and a body sat down besides me.

"Hey." He said, "Long time, no see." I smiled as I turned to him.

"Percy Jackson."

Hey, people, sorry for the shortness of this chapter! :O Well, I guess all my chapters are short... Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that this story is written assuming Annabeth and Percy never became an item... :) Also, people, seriously, comments make me soooo happy! You have no idea! Every time I get a comment, I jump up and do a happy dance. I'm not even kidding. Also, it would be FANTASTIC if you could read my other story! Thanks so much for reading! I'll have the next chapter up by tomorrow evening... :) Probably sooner, as I have no school tomorrow. YAY! :D

-LAUREN 3