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Calypso
Calypso had thought she knew pain, but she had never felt pain like this. She felt like her whole life had been stabbed with a knife. Broken, and scarred in a way that could never be un-done. She was dead inside she was killed and stuck in a living hell worse then anything the gods could inflict upon her. She wished she was in Tartarus. Anything, monster, god, half-blood, blade to her throat, would be an improvement.
She cut down everyone in sight friend or foe. Leo would be avenged. She did whatever she needed to. She would enjoy killing anyone who got in her way. Call it a blood lust. She didn't care. She felt a gap that could never be filled by anything else, then Leo, her Leo, and he was gone for good this time.
Then she saw Will, he speed-walked to up her. "Hey sunshine!" He yelled angrily, "Don't call me that you son of a- ", "Hey hey hey! Let's not get to riled up about the fact that you killed an innocent demigod for no reason." Will said more calmly. "She murdered Leo!" She shot back. "No she didn't Calypso! I don't know who, but someone, is messing with our minds and when I find them, I am going to ring their neck!" "If what you say is true, then maybe Annabeth is still alive." Calypso suggested tentatively. Will's eyes lit up. "You're right. Oh gods, if your right, we have to find the real Annabeth, and fast." He turned but then she grabbed his sleeve. "Will, I'm sorry for all the trouble." Will's face got a bitter expression, "Well, you certainly should be at the very least, sorry." "Will, I need you to listen to me! I am sorry for what I did to her! I am just, ugg, just, let me be." She started to turn but Will caught her sleeve. "What is it?" he inquired gently. "I, I, just she has the perfect life! She is so strong! And she has friends, the favor of the gods! And, and." She sobbed and turned away "And Percy" Will finished quietly. Then he sighed and started walking beside Calypso. They didn't speak they only walked in silence and remorse for the dead and injured."
As they walked Calypso began to feel more attached to Will, not in the way you might think, but as a brother. She had never had any family members that loved her. Will was different he cared, he was a warm comforting figure. As they walked she slipped her arm around him and held him close to her, as long as he was pressed against her she was safe. It had felt good to confide her jealousy and resentment towards Annabeth. She felt as is a great wait had been lifted, and in some strange way, she forgave the girl she had resented for so long. It was a strange manor of peace, but it gave Calypso solitude.
