Yo everybody!!!!!! You know me, but I might know you. What's that supposed to mean? For me to know and you to find out. Anyways, this is the fourth chapter in Calypso, my new story about Percy and what if he stayed on Calypso's island. Read and Review! Oh, and this chapter will be in Percy's and Annabeth's POV. Read and Review! Again…
Percy's POV
After I went to sleep, I had another dream, but this one was about Calypso. She was standing on the edge of her island, on the shore line. She was crying. "Why the fates do this to me?" she wept. "If only he could've stayed…" Her eyes lit up at the thought of that. "But they always have something more important than staying with me." Her eyes returned as quickly as they had lit up. Then I thought, oh my gods, I should be the one hero to actually stay with her. But Annabeth, camp, life, everything that mattered would be left behind. As I tried to decide, my dream self started to see blur, and I knew I was waking up. Why could they be so cruel? Why…
After I got up and ate, I went outside and found Calypso sitting near the shoreline, like in my dream. She looked at me. She had been crying. Her eyes were red and tear lines streaked down her cheeks. There was a raft on the shore. "So," she asked. "You have to choose. Go home to all that matters to you, or stay here with me." "I already know what you're going to say." "Just leave. I didn't want to tell you everything." She looked so sad… so desperate. I gulped. I didn't know if this was the right thing to say. Or do, for that matter. "Calypso, I-I want to stay with you." "Very funny." She sobbed. "I mean it." She looked at me, and her eyes lit up a million times brighter than I thought possible. She jumped up, and grabbed me, pulling me in. This time, she wasn't holding back. I like her this way now, I decided. I liked her a lot more. But more than anything else that mattered? Well I guess she is now…
Annabeth's POV
We had a great day at camp. Right before my quest started, Grover and Tyson stumbled out of the big bunch of rocks know as Zeus's Fist. That meant that I didn't have to go through the trouble of picking people I didn't even know. They were very startled when I told them about how Percy was gone, and Chiron had thought he was dead. They were both eager and a little sad, because rescuing Percy would be great, but no Percy to help them would be not great. As we were getting into the white van that would lead us to the drop off point, I started to think again about what if this was a failed attempt? Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. He could at least fend for himself until we found him, right? When we were on the road, the thoughts of that boy kept coming into my head. The beautiful eyes, gorgeus black hair, and I wondered, what if I never saw him again… what if…
Hope you liked the newest entry to the story! I'm thinking of another good funny Percy story, and I was thinking of doing a Percy Jackson Saw parody. Tell me what you think. Read and Review!!!!