This is another new chapter in Calypso, a story of what would happen if Percy stayed with Calypso. This whole chapter will be in Annabeth's POV and the next one will be entirely in Percy's POV. Hope you like it!

Annabeth's POV

After we took our seats, the flight attendant lady came down the aisle and started to hand out peanuts and stuff. She looked pretty, long, blonde hair, a ton of makeup, and nails longer than knives. Percy would have been drooling. Wait a minute. They did look like knives. They were knives. Tyson looked at them and said, "Nice nails!" "Thank you, Tyson." "Your welcome."

Wait a minute. Again. How did she know his name. That's usually a pretty big sign that she's a monster. "Would you like anything, Annabeth?" she asked. I knew what she was now. It was probably a Miss Dodds. Crap. But how did she get to be so beautiful? I didn't care. I whipped my knife out of my back pack. [Celestial bronze doesn't go through the metal detectors]

She hissed at the sight of it. Then the bat wings sprouted out form her back. Then she turned out to be what she really was. A hideous creature that looked as if the sight of her would get her sent to Tartarus. I lunged and tried to drive my knife through her hip, but she was to fast. She scooted to the side. I flew into another persons seat.

"Just taking care of business, ma'am" I said as I jumped out and tried again. I was too late. Tyson was clobbering her with his fists like she was a mean punching bag. Soon, she disinigrated into the ugly yellow powder and started to drift away. Everyone was staring at us. I then thought of what Thalia had done. She manipulated the Mist. I snapped my fingers and gave it a try.

"I'm sorry folks, but we are the F.B.I special agents, and we just took down a crazed criminal."

Then everyone started to cheer. It worked I thought. It really worked! We took are seats and sat silently the rest of the flight. I kept thinking about Percy. I hope he was o.k. When we got there, we were just about to get off the plane when Grover started to put his hands around his head and yelled, "No, No! You can't make me! Please help me!"

We all stared at him. Then we got off and looked around. We were in Ancient Greece.