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This chapter holds a little foreshadowing for House of Hades but nothing will be revealed for those of you who haven't read the book. Enjoy!
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Calypso's POV
The gods were amazingly cruel.
Or maybe this time it hadn't been the gods, just Calypso herself. If that was so she must really be into self-inflicted pain because she never knew a being could feel this much pain. That must be it. Subconsciously she must hate herself so much she wanted to see just how much she could take before she broke.
Well this was her answer. Because Calypso believed she really was broken after seeing what she had just seen. The pain in her heart... it wasn't possible to be hurting as much as Calypso was in this moment. Really it wasn't.
And yet here she was, curled up on her sleeping cot on Ogygia clutching at her sides to try to stop herself from shattering into a million pieces.
It did nothing. She could still feel her heart physically breaking. If only she wasn't immortal, then she would be able to escape this torture that
was completely engulfing her. Not that Calypso was suicidal, because even after all she had been through the thought had never entered her head once, but right now she would do anything, absolutely anything, to escape the way she was feeling.
Broken, hurt, tortured, pain filled, longing, stupid, hopeless, shattered, killed, dead, wishful, agonized... the words only described the agony she was feeling. Calypso was sure that never in her long life had she done anything so bad to deserve this. She wouldn't wish this on anybody.
Well actually... actually she would. She would want to curse one person with this. The one person Calypso was sure that she hated. The one person Calypso wished had never been born.
As she lay there, tears streaming down her face, trying to hold herself together and keep at least a little bit of her sanity, Calypso did something she had promised herself to never, ever do.
oooOOOooo
She had gone to sleep that night with a heavy heart and a heavy mind just like she always had. Before Percy, Calypso had been able to eventually shut the man she had come to love out of her mind. To move on somewhat and stop dwelling on the past.
But Percy had been different. Calypso had realized that the second he had arrived on her island. She had fallen in love with him immediately, without him even having to open his eyes. She had sympathized with him and taken care of him and Calypso had fallen hard.
When he had woken up he had been so sweet and kind and Calypso had fallen deeper, deeper than she ever had before. He had cared about her, Calypso had been sure of it.
She had even thought that he might have loved her.
And when she had asked him to stay with her... well for a second Calypso had thought (or maybe hoped) that he would say yes. The look in his eyes, the way he had reached for her, the tone of his voice had convinced, even if it had only been for a second, that she had finally found someone to stay with her. A man who had fallen in love with her the same way she had for him and would forsake everything and everyone he had known just to be with her.
But of course she had been wrong. Silly her, for thinking a guy could care. It was stupid and childish to believe love still existed in the world.
And of course what was Calypso, compared to Percy's amazing Annabeth?, she thought bitterly.
So as she washed up and fell into bed Calypso had been bitter and unable to push Percy out of her mind. For the first time since he had left, Calypso made herself think of him with nothing but what she felt for him.
Love.
His smile, his movements, his nature and those sea green eyes that Calypso could drown in. His power and leadership that had been apparent to her even in his weakened state. The way he had felt so sorry for leaving her. His power and how he had no idea just how amazing he was. Calypso was drawn like a moth to a flame, like an addict to nectar.
Then the gods had taken him away from her like they always did and this time Calypso had fallen into the deepest depression she had experienced since Odysseus. Maybe even deeper than Odysseus.
She had never blamed Percy. If anything, him leaving had made her respect and cherish what time they had had together even more. Even Calypso who had been secluded from all civilization on Ogygia apart from the occasional god had heard of the child of the first Great Prophecy and the child's responsibility. The fact that Percy had given up a worry free life and taken that burden upon himself had left Calypso astounded and aching for what he would have to go through. But she had respected and loved him all the more for it. So she worried. She worried hard and constantly.
Then Hermes had come and he had told her that the gods had won, they had defeated the Titans. And he had told her the most important thing. Percy had survived.
When she had asked about him a questionable look had come over Hermes's face before he had told her the child of the Prophecy had lived. She asked what had happened to him after the war and Hermes had told her he had turned down immortality and had made several requests. And Calypso could have sworn she heard guilt in Hermes voice when he spoke about Percy's requests but she didn't understand why he would feel guilty.
"And Annabeth?" Calypso had asked. "What about her?"
Hermes eyes had been filled with pity when he told her Annabeth had survived as well and that she and Percy were 'together'. He had left moments later, unable to stay and watch Calypso's eyes fill with tears and her face crumple.
She had been left alone and she had raged. Picking up things and throwing them, screaming her voice hoarse, crying her eyes out, Calypso had completely lost it.
But it had been nothing to how she felt now.
She had been consumed with thoughts of Percy all day yesterday, going over ever encounter and talk she had either had with him or about him. When she had gone to sleep Calypso had expected the usual- a dreamless, heartbreak free sleep.
Of course the Fates wouldn't let her off that easy.
In her dream Calypso had seen roads. Roads and buildings and cars. All the things Percy had told her about she had seen and Calypso had been filled with a longing so sharp she had gasped from it.
Then her vision had tunneled. Moving past the road- highway?- through a tunnel, out across a river and over a field. A field that had been full of demigods. A field beside a city that had been so beautiful Calypso wished she was able to see it in person and walk the streets. It was like she was really there, smelling the amazing smells of unknown food, feeling the grass beneath her feet, hearing the hushed voices.
There were parents and children and Calypso caught sight of an enormous ship hovering in the air above them all. It was strangely beautiful to Calypso, she found herself drawn to it. But before she could do anything she noticed the rope ladder on the side. Usually a rope ladder wouldn't bother Calypso, but what she saw on the rope ladder? That was a problem.
It was a crow. Or a raven. She wasn't sure, but she knew what it really was.
Hera was here.
Panic filled the Titan. If Hera saw her here, Calypso would be sent back to Ogygia. In her panic filled haze she forgot that this was a dream, that nobody would ever know she was here and saw this if she didn't tell anybody. She was filled with a certainty that the goddess would see her and end this experience.
Speaking of, why had Calypso come here? Not that she didn't love escaping Ogygia, even for a little bit, but was there a higher purpose? Something she was supposed to see? Or was this just a chance for her to be free and see what the world was like outside of her beutiful prison?
Whatever it was, Calypso would seize it. She was sure that this was a gift, something she wanted to remember forever.
How wrong she was.
She checked her appearance. White chiton, caramel hair in a braid laying over her right shoulder. Nobody would see her, of that Calypso was now sure of, but she wanted to make sure she wasn't without clothing or something just as unproper.
She walked through the crowds, seeing face after face. Calypso didn't recognize a single person, and why would she? She knew nobody from this generation except one boy and the chances he was her were 1 in a million.
She should have known that Percy Jackson was never that predictable. Of course he would be that 1 in a million. Percy and odds didn't get along well.
Idly she wondered where she was. Was this a demigod camp? It must be to have so many demigods in one place with no monsters attacking. If that was true then which camp was it? The Roman camp or the Greek? Hephaestus had told Calypso of both.
She looked around and noticed all the togas and strictly schooled facial expressions. The tattoo's on the childrens arms.
Percy had been Greek and he hadn't had a tattoo. This must be the Roman Camp. Plus Calypso was sure that it was the Romans who wore the togas.
Finally she slipped out to the front of the crowd, obviously unnoticed. She stood to the side of what appeared to be an unintentional standoff.
One demigod stood along slightly in front of the crowd. She was beautiful but she looked cold and hard. Immovable and unreachable in a way. Dark hair, dark skin and dark eyes this girl looked like someone you never wanted to mess with. Her toga was topped off at the shoulders with a purple cloak adorned with metals and her eyes haunted Calypso.
The look in those eyes was the look Calypso had been wearing for almost her entire life. Whoever this girl was, Calypso felt sorry for her.
Nobody that young should go through what Calypso had gone through. No one should know the pain Calypso suffered. But this girl obviously did, or knew something of the sort. Calypso was sure of that. As she looked at this young woman who couldn't have been more than 16 years old her conviction of the Fates cruelty was reaffirmed.
But someone distracted Calypso and drew her gaze from the girl (who was obviously in charge).
The boy was nothing special. Dark curly hair, latino skin and looks. Pointed nose and thin, wiry arms. He reminded Calypso of Hermes but also of Hephaestus. And the longer Calypso looked the more she was sure that if this demigod was anyone's child he was Hephaestus's. His hands were fidgeting just as much as his gaze was and when he looked her way Calypso drew in a breath.
Because his eyes. They were brown and Calypso couldn't look away from them. They held so much that she couldn't even comprehend it and she found, crazily, that she wanted to. For a second it was like the boy was looking straight at her. But when he looked away she scolded herself, saying that he was more likely looking through her. No one could see her right now or sense her presence. Calypso was sure of that.
When the elf looking boy looked away Calypso noticed who was next to him. And she felt herself tense.
Curly blonde hair, captivating gray eyes, tan skin and a necklace that was very similiar to Percy's? Calypso wasn't sure who this girl was but the bad feeling she got at the sight of her was enough to give the Titan an idea.
And she didn't like it at all.
Why did she have to be so pretty? Ignoring the slight bags under her eyes and the agitated state she was in the girl could be astounding and intimidating. Calypso could tell she was full of confidence. And those eyes... If this was who Calypso thought it was than it was obvious why Percy had left Ogygia.
Bitterness filled her at the sight of the girl and Calypso couldn't help but stare daggers and plea for Zeus to strike her down on the spot.
But of course, Calypso wasn't bitter.
She laughed sadly to herself. Even when she tried to joke about it the pain her thoughts caused her astounded her. And if Calypso was wrong about who this girl was then she would feel extremly guilty. Somehow though, she knew she wasn't. Deep down she knew. How, she wasn't sure. She just did.
She looked away from the blonde and noticed a blonde haired boy beside her. Maybe this was a new love interest of the girls? Maybe Percy and her were over?
Calypso cringed. She didn't want that. Percy would be destroyed and no matter how hurt or angry Calypso was she didn't want that to happen. Even if Percy hadn't seemed to care when he had left her, Calypso was sure he would be heart broken if anything ever came between him and his precious- no. She wouldn't think her name.
Even though it was a little hard with the certain person standing right in front of her.
So was this why Calypso was here? To see the girl who had captured Percy's heart? If so Calypso wanted to wake up right now because she was sick of the sight.
Sadly, she didn't wake up. She stayed right where she was.
The blonde guy was wearing a purple cape too and he was smiling and Calypso immediately didn't like him. He was the sort of boy that Calypso had never been able to fall for and had always had little to no respect for. She liked rule breakers (funnily), people who weren't afraid to do whatever they wanted as long as it was for someone they loved or something they believed in. Calypso was drawn to people with flaws and dreams. People who weren't ashamed to be themselves and show how they felt if they trusted you enough to do it.
The blonde boy in front of her was probably a nice guy but he just wasn't the sort of person Calypso found herself thinking non-stop about. The curly haired elf however... No! Calypso thought to herself. Whatever the reason you're drawn to the curly haired boy you stop! You're done with boys.
Or at least that's what she told herself.
There was a girl standing with that little group too. Choppy hair braided with a few feathers. Color changing eyes that resembled Calypso's own and a lean build. This girl would be a girl boys were drawn to. Calypso looked down to see she was holding hands with the blonde boy and she desperately wished this girl wasn't like every other child of Aphrodite Calypso had ever known. They were the ones to watch out for. Them and their mother because they could mess with your head and your heart and not even feel bad about it.
But then again, there was a look in the girls eyes when she looked to the boy beside her that told Calypso she truly cared about him. So that was something.
Then again Calypso had never been the best at reading people. Hopefully she was right.
But then someone stepped out of the crowd and Calypso held her breath, gasped, widened her eyes, clenched her heart and tunneled her vision all at once.
It was pain first, then anger and worry and hurt and then it was love and happiness.
His eyes were the first thing she saw (which were the same as ever, if a little bit more haunted) and then his hair (longer and more unkept). More muscles, tanner skin, more confidence and power that just radiated from him.
"Percy!" Calypso cried out. And even though she knew he couldn't hear her, knew he didn't even realize she was seeing this and there with him, her heart plummeted and broke when he didn't even glance her way.
No. Instead his eyes locked onto the curly blonde and didn't waver. Not even for a second.
Tears filled Calypso's vision as frustration filled her, but of course she could still see through them. The Fates obviously wanted her to see something.
Percy stared at the girl like she was the only thing there, like he had been deprived of the sight of her for months and was only now back in her presence. His eyes drank her in, his body angled itself towards her seemingly unconsciously. He smiled at her and Calypso felt a fresh crack go through her heart.
And the girl- don't you dare think her name!- was staring at him right back. Suddenly her agitation was gone and he was the only thing in the world that mattered to her.
If it had been anyone else, any other couple, Calypso would have found them inspiring and the most romantic thing she had ever seen. But because it was them, because it was him, she wanted to strike the girl down and cry in Percy's arms.
"Jason Gace, my former colleague," the girl who was wearing a purple cloak just like Percy's spoke and Calypso noticed only now the tattoo on his arm and the toga he was wearing. They suited him. "I welcome you home," she continued. "And these, your friends-"
Now Calypso knew why she was here, watching this. The Fates wanted to see how far they could push, how much pain she could endure, before she broke. She was dreaming this because apparently she was welcome to the absolute torture this boy put her through.
The looks in their eyes when the girl and Percy stepped forward was enough to send the tears streaming down Calypso's cheeks. The love and complete unashamed longing was enough to make sure Calypso couldn't draw her eyes away. The way they ran towards each other with no other need in the world than each other was enough to make Calypso wish she could close her eyes and by the time they were hugging and kissing the pain had completely overwhelmed her. The complete desperation to be together was astounding.
Calypso fell to her knees, not even noticing that her breath was coming in gasps. This was Hell, her own personal Tartarus. This must be what the Underworld was for, making you wish for anything other than this agony.
They stopped kissing and it hurt Calypso so much to see the gleam and happiness, the content look and the overwhelming love in both the demigods eyes.
"Gods, I never thought-" Percy spoke and his voice- gods above, his voice- pierced Calypso like nothing else had. She hadn't heard that voice in years, not even in her dreams or imaginings. She had never been able to remember the exact amazingness of it. That voice hurt Calypso like a physical blow.
There had once been a time when he talked to her that way. Only a day, or just one sentence, but that same tone had flowed from him for her. He had gazed at her like that at least once and Calypso was more hurt than ever to realize that he would never talk to her or look at her- in any way- ever again.
She would never see Percy Jackson again.
She missed what happened in the next few moments, because her eyes were closed, but after she heard all the gasps around her and the murmurs they shot open.
Percy was laying on the ground with that girl pinning him down. She was practically laying over him, and when Calypso glared at her she saw tears fill the girls eyes and the trembling of her body.
Her voice shook just as much when she hissed out the words. "If you ever leave me again, I swear to all gods-"
Calypso closed her eyes. So Percy had left this girl too?
Sick satisfaction filled Calypso. Well at least the girl knew how it felt. Then again, Calypso was pretty sure Percy hadn't left this girl for 3 years.
When Percy started to laugh, Calypso did too. The pain overcoming her, the emotions that molded together to create a monster within her, was too much. The black humor and irony of all of this was too much for her to stand. So she started to laugh.
However she couldn't keep it up as long as Percy did. She stopped and stared, unable to draw her eyes away.
The sight of him broke her and healed her all at once and Calypso knew when she woke up or left or whatever she would be broken and longing for him all over again. This torture was complete agony but she would take it over him not being there any day.
He finished laughing and spoke to the girl above him, obviously happier than ever. His eyes sparkled. "Consider me warned. I missed you too."
All Calypso saw then was Annabeth smile before her vision went black and she woke.
oooOOOooo
Reflecting on what she had dreamt the night before Calypso did something she swore to herself that she would never do.
Rage boiled into one point in Calypso and she she couldn't stop herself from rising up and collecting herself for a moment.
Then she spoke.
"I curse thee, Annabeth Chase. You will know what it is like to feel as I do because Percy Jackson left me. You will know exactly how much it hurts and how bad of a state it will leave you in. For your curse you will experience what it is like for Percy to leave you, you will know pain like no other. This I curse thee with."
She should have been filled with satisfaction after that, but all Calypso felt was regret and longing and hope being crushed before her very eyes.
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Like I said, a little foreshadowing. Nothing major. This chapter was supposed to be a lot more painful and emotional than the others, not sure how well I put that across, hopefully you got the emotional part of it at least. And I really hoped you liked it cause I was super proud of this one.
IMPORTANT: I'm running out of ideas for this so the next chapter will be Percy's chapter- unless there is some other characters you guys really, really want me to write. If there is tell me in a review or PM, but if you don't I want you to know I will not be writing any chapters after Percy's. So please, review if you want to see anyone else's reactions to this scene.
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