Hey! I see lots of you guys saw my important a/n last night. I hope you like this chapter. I couldn't really think up of something for Percy... hehe... he...

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Chapter 11

(Percy's POV)

After my first whipping, I wish I had gone with the execution. After maybe twenty lashes, the whip stopped, I was dragged out of the dungeon and into my room. I would yelp in pain every time I tried to move. There was a girl sitting next to my bed. She looked to be my age, but her face seemed ageless. She had caramel brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a strong build. Not stocky, but strong.

I was laid atop my bed, and she spoke to me tenderly.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here to help you heal," she said.

"Who—" I winced. "Who are you?"

"I am Calypso."

I woke up the next day on my stomach. Calypso was still sitting next to my bed, studying a picture. I watched as a tear streaked down her face. I shifted and she jumped and shoved the picture under her.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," she said defensively.

"I know it was something. Please tell me."

She looked at my back. "Your bandages need to be replaced," she muttered.

I nodded the best I could. She swam away and returned with new bandages. She gently peeled the old ones off and put them on the floor. They were stained pink-red from my blood. She quickly wrapped my torso again, and her cool hands skimmed my body lightly and I tensed. She pulled away and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I—I miss…"

"What, what do you miss?" I asked.

"I miss my boyfriend," she said quietly, plopping down in her chair.

"You can tell me more," I said gently.

"He—A few years ago, his mother died and he was orphaned. He was thirteen, almost fourteen, the legal age to go to war." She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "They of course found out, and he was taken away and trained. A few months later, after his training, they let him have a day with me. We didn't really do much; just went around. Anyway, that night, he was taken away to Poseidon's Army. Months later, I was told he'd died," she cried.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "What was his name?"

She looked up at me, her eyes red. "L—Leo Valdez."

I think y'all knew that was coming...

I feel like this chapter's poopy. Whatevs.

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