This begins wiiiiiiiiiiith Lou's time on Ogygia. And then stuff. Enjoy!

Calypso had awoken to thunder. It was not a sound she had heard in all her time on Ogygia, so she wasn't very keen to go and explore. Her prison was a paradise, sunshine galore, perfect temperatures, a gentle breeze, hardly a cloud in the sky. She had not seen rain since her banishment.

A second clap of thunder drew her from her bed. She wrapped a shawl about her shoulders and ventured out. The sand was soft and warm under her bare feet and she saw nothing out of the ordinary through the mouth of her cave-home. Peeking her head out, she scanned the horizon. All was fine to her right, she could see the cluster of trees and large boulders that hid Leo's workshop. That boy was a pain in her neck, loud and flammable and full of comebacks. The nerve of him. He was not like all the other heroes who had found themselves on her island- for one, he had crash-landed and destroyed her table, which, secondly, he had only accused her of- who puts a table on a beach anyway?

I do, Calypso thought, frowning at the sky. I will put my table wherever I want, Leo Valdez.

If, by whatever miracle, she ever saw that boy again, he was going to get a piece of her mind.

Her thoughts had led her astray, her search had been forgotten as a familiar hopelessness began to set in. No hero found Ogygia twice. Why would Leo Valdez be any different?

It was another burst of thunder, louder than before, that startled her back into the present. Her head snapped to the left and there it was. A swelling of storm clouds writhed in varying shades of black, grey and purple. They billowed gusts of wind that wailed and churned the waves, water slamming onto the sand and hissing as it withdrew, only to hit again. She pulled her shawl tighter about herself and took a step out. Should she investigate? What if this was some trick of the gods?

Her feet took her closer of their own accord. The storm did not expand, seemingly encased in a force unseen, maybe six or seven metres in width. Its effect on the ocean did not reach further out than beneath it, which was rather disconcerting to watch.

Calypso stopped, about thirty paces away. She could see beneath the storm entirely now, the temperature dropping the closer she had got. She shivered, hugging herself.

Someone was lying on her beach.

Another hero? She thought, ice forming in her chest. So soon after Leo? What are the gods playing at?

The waves swept over his legs, as if trying to pull him in. He was unmoving, curled on his side with his back to Calypso. His long dark hair was coated with sand, curled with seaweed. His clothes were filthy, caked in mud and sand.

"Oh, I can't just leave him." Calypso muttered. She was not turning her back on Leo, but… she couldn't abandon someone in need.

She half-walked, half-jogged. Her mind told her to hurry, but something in her gut kept her pace cautious. She was about halfway when she realised something. Her guest was smaller than she first realised, seemingly well-built despite his height. Maybe a few inches shorter than Calypso. Something niggled at the back of her mind; her guest still on his side, but there was something about him that didn't seem… right.

It didn't click until she knelt beside him, until she gently turned his head to check for breathing only to see it wasn't a him. What didn't seem right was a curve of a hip that was not masculine. Long dark hair drying with sea salt and seaweed framed and stuck to a dirty, softer-lined face of… a girl.

Calypso drew her hands away. She daren't touch her. Her. She couldn't breathe. She thought the gods were having some sick joke, sending Leo Valdez to her prison, but now this? "W-what is this?" She stammered, unable to tear her gaze from the girl's face. Beneath the grime and… was that blood? Beneath the grime and blood, the girl appeared in her mid-to-late teens, her skin cool beneath the layer of dirt. "What is the meaning of this, why have you sent her?" Her demand came out in a voice no louder than a whisper, but it didn't matter. She could have screamed it for the world to here, even from Ogygia, but there would have been no answer.

The girl groaned, grimacing. Calypso reacted immediately, laying a hand on her forehead. She was injured, weakened. Her life force was waning. The storm above rumbled, a cold splash striking Calypso's cheek.

For the first time in millennia, it began to rain on Ogygia.