Alright, guys, so this weekend is the beginning of my spring break, and I'm leaving with my family on Saturday to visit my aunt, uncle, and baby cousins. Which means no updates, because I won't be able to bring my dinosaur computer along with me. We'll be back Thursday, so that's only five days you'll have to wait, hopefully, and I'll try to post another chapter on Friday.

I wouldn't even be posting one today, since I didn't get those ten reviews I asked for, but I'm not that mean, and those who did review deserve an update.

Also, thanks, Joseph (now javelinanddart)! I appreciate the support.

This is my second Calypso chapter. There will probably be one or two more, but that's it. Sorry about that. There's just not all that much to write about on Ogygia. Yet. ;)

Chapter XXXIII

Calypso

Calypso thinks she's going crazy. She sees Leo everywhere she looks. And the other day, when she could have sworn he was right there in front of her, kissing her...

And the fact that she's been alone for the majority of her life can't be helping.

She stabs at the ground with her spade, trying-and failing-to keep her mind off of Leo. Oh, why did she have to fall for him so hard?

At night, she dreams of him. Sometimes, her dreams feel so real that she can almost imagine he's really there, holding her in his arms, running his fingers through her hair.

And then she wakes up, and his absence hits her harder than a ton of bricks.

She wipes her face with the back of her hand and picks up the new moonlace, placing it gently into the ground and smoothing the dirt around it. She admires it for a moment, and then stands, not bothering to try and wipe the mud off her white dress.

She wanders around her island, barely paying attention to where she's going. She's lost in her thoughts again.

Thoughts of Leo. His elfish features and impish grin. That mischevious twinkle he always has in his eyes. She wonders what trouble he's gotten himself into lately.

She sighs and looks up, not the least bit surprised when she sees where her feet have taken her. Scraps of metal, pieces of charred cloth fluttering in the wind. Discarded tools scattered all over the sand.

Leo's forge. She picks her way through the piles of junk, trailing her fingers across the Celestial Bronze mirror he'd used to view his friends.

Calypso had thought many times about trying to get it to work so she could see if Leo was alright. But she never had the heart to sing-to try and have it fail. She usually only pauses just long enough to touch it, to let herself wonder only once, but today, for some reason, she lingers.

If I don't try, I'll never know. She thinks. If I don't try, I might never see him again. Thinking about never seeing him ever again sends a lance of pain through her chest so painful she sucks in a breath in shock.

No. She says to herself. No. I will see him again. She kneels down and takes a closer look at the wiring of the mirror. She reaches down to pull at one of them, and catches a glimpse of her mud-streaked hands. A phrase comes to mind, something Leo would mutter to himself whenever he noticed how dirty his hands were getting.

Clean hands, dirty equipment. She wonders if that was something he learned from his mother. He'd only mentioned her in passing, but it was clear that they had been close.

She wipes her hands on her dress, dirtying it even further. Then she grabs the wires and starts tinkering with them, twisting a wire here, connecting two over there...When she finally stops, her hands are once more dirty, but this time, they're covered with grease and oil.

"That boy wouldn't know clean if it smacked him in the face." She mutters. She wipes a few beads of sweat off her forehead, standing up and looking down at the bronze mirror.

She stares at it. It sits there, reflecting the sunlight back into her eyes. Mocking her cowardice.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to marshal her thoughts. And then she starts to sing.

At first, nothing happens. But then the screen shimmers, and holographic images appear above it, just as they did the first time. Except this time, instead of showing Leo's friends, they show Leo.

She stops singing. Not by any conscious decision. Her voice simply stops.

Leo is sitting at a table, the top of which is covered in drawings and blueprints. Calypso can't even see the tabletop. Pencils and broken pieces of lead and charcoal are scattered all over. The room is dimly lit, with only a small lantern providing any light to see by. It casts shadows across Leo's face, only serving to make him look more handsome.

His curly hair is unruly and tangled, as usual. His face has streaks of dirt and grease, the most noticeable of which is on his forehead, directly above his right eyebrow. His lips are curved down in a frown, his brows furrowed as he intently studies the papers on his table. His eyes are dark and fierce, but sad too, like he's missing someone.

She wonders if it could be her that he's missing. But then she dismisses it as a fanciful imagination. He would never miss her that much. He thought that she hated him. Of course, there had been that kiss...But one kiss couldn't be enough to erase days of rudeness and animosity. Could it?

The thing that saddens Calypso most, thought, is the absence of the mischevious light that's usually in his eyes. He looks tired, drawn, as if he hasn't slept for a week. And, above all, he looks hopeless, like he's just realized something he was doing was all for nothing.

"Oh, Leo." Calypso whispers, reaching out to touch the images where they hover in the air. She pulls back at the last moment, not trusting that the mirror will keep working if she does so.

As she watches, Leo sits back, scrubs his eyes, and sighs. "I wish you were here, Calypso." He murmurs. He adjusts one of the papers on his table so that he can see it better.

Calypso's heart stops when she sees what it is.

It's a drawing of her. Leo drew a picture of Calypso.

It's remarkably lifelike, with eyes that seem to stare up out of the page. He drew her smiling, probably the way he saw her the first time he made her laugh. Leo gazes at it for a few minutes, letting a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Some of the light comes back into his eyes. But then he suddenly take a deep breath, pulls his hand away from the table, and turns away, leaning his head back so he's staring at the ceiling. Tears well in his eyes.

And in Calypso's eyes, too, as she watches him. She wants to call out to him, but she knows it wouldn't do any good. He wouldn't be able to hear her.

The mirror goes dark.

Calypso almost wants to start singing again, but she knows it won't do any good. The mirror won't show her any more.

She touches the Celestial bronze with trembling fingers, and a single solitary tear trickles from her eye and splashes onto its surface.

Calypso swipes at her eyes and is about to turn away when the mirror starts to glow again. Except this time, the images are reflected directly onto the mirror itself, instead of in the air above it. Images start to appear, fuzzy at first, and then suddenly sharp, focused.

It's Leo, again, except older, maybe in his early twentys. But it's definitely him, with the same crazily curly hair and with that troublemaker look back in his eyes. He's grinning widely from ear to ear, looking at something that isn't shown. Then the view changes, zooms out, so Calypso can see what he's looking at.

She cries out, and presses a hand against her mouth in shock. She watches as a young girl with the same dark curls as Leo runs into his arms. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs, the high, clear laugh of a child.

Tears pour from Calypso's eyes. She's always wanted children. But it's another one of the many things that's been denied to her, imprisoned here on Ogygia. She hopes that the girl's mother is a good one.

Leo whispers something in his daughter's ear. She nods, giggling, and when he puts her down, she runs over to a woman that Calypso hadn't noticed, jumping into her arms and causing her to stumble backwards. The girl's head obscures the woman's face, so Calypso can't see who it is. She's wearing a plain white T-shirt and ragged jeans. Her hair is tied back with a red bandanna.

Then the girl leans to the side, and Calypso reels back in shock.

The woman is her.

Calypso wonders if the mirror is showing the future, or only one possible future, or if Gaea is somehow creating the image to torture Calypso. It's unlikely that it's showing the future...the island's magic prevents things like that. Even just viewing the present is practically impossible.

Whichever it is, Calypso knows she should look away. This will only serve to give her false hope. She should walk away and forget about it.

But instead, she leans closer.

In the image, Calypso is smiling broadly, grinning, like she hasn't smiled in thousands of years. Her eyes twinkle with a mischevious light similar to Leo's. There isn't a single trace of sadness. She's actually happy.

Leo walks over to the two of them and wraps his arms around them, squishing his daughter between himself and Calypso. The little girl protests, giggling, and wriggles out of their grip and onto the floor, where she races around in excitement. Leo and Calypso watch her with tender looks in their eyes, and then Leo leans in towards her and kisses her full on the lips.

Another tear leaks from Calypso's eye as she watches, and then, as suddenly as the image started, it stops.

Calypso just stands there, frozen. A breeze blows her hair into her face, obscuring her vision, but she makes no move to brush it away. Her hands rest lightly on the mirror, and she absentmindedly taps on it with her fingers.

She shudders suddenly, violently, and a few more tears leak from her eyes. She wraps her arms around herself and bows her head. Inside, she's fighting a battle with herself.

There's no way he can come back. She thinks.

But the images in the mirror- A hopeful part of her protests.

Are just that. Images. They're probably fake. Just Gaea messing with your head.

She feels ready to give up, even with the knowledge that Leo is missing her, and with that vision...Could they really have a future together?

No man ever finds Ogygia twice. The words echo in her head. But she stands taller and pushes them away.

She is going to get off this island. Leo will come back for her. And when he does, he isn't going to find her wallowing in self-pity like some pathetic damsel in distress.

She marches down the beach back to her cave, already making a list of what she needs to do in her head.