A/N: Well, here you have it! Another letter from Calypso to Percy. Something a little different from all those Percabeth fics out there! Anyways, this was previously called 'Calypso's Letter.' The next letter/chapter will be Percy's reply. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Percy-
The date today is August 1st. There are 18 more days until your birthday, 18 more days until the Great Prophecy comes true.
Hermes came and visited me yesterday. That is how I know this. I asked him about you and he said you were doing fine. Well, as fine as a boy whose supposed to save the world in a matter of a few days could be. I knew you were special the moment you landed on my beach, by the things you said in your sleep, by the aurora of power that surrounded you. You have so much going for you.
Anyways, Hermes says that you have your hands quite full with this Prophecy. It certainly doesn't sound good, but I know you'll do just fine. I have faith in you, Percy Jackson. Do you remember when you were here in Ogygia? The conversation we had about taking sides between the gods and the titans? We came to an agreement that we both took our parent's sides because they are our family. And I was thinking about this fact heavily the last few days. What is family? I don't really know, Percy. You and me-well, were not exactly the normal, average people. Our definitions of family are totally different than normal humans. But what I do know is this; family should be there for you, always. They should support you. They should make contact with you, and try to find a way to help you in times of need. Like me and my punishment.
Atlas has never done that. He hasn't contacted me, or even tried to, once since my imprisonment. I'd like to think he's just busy or perhaps even plotting my escape. But he's not, I know he's not. But it's a lot better than taking in the fact that he has probably forgotten me, or even worse, that he honestly doesn't care.
When war breaks out, which I have no doubt in my mind that a war will break out, just know that I will be supporting the gods this time. Yes, the gods. Not my so-called family. The gods fill the quota of family better than the titans ever could. The gods visit me-maybe not frequently, but they do. They have provided this safe sanctuary for me to be imprisoned on. It could be so much worse. I could be chained to the side of a mountain or something. Instead, I'm here in a nice, quant haven. I can garden as I please, which I very much enjoy. I can eat, I can sleep, I can live with comfort. Complaining is useless, because I know I've been spared. The gods had mercy on me, and for that, I am grateful.
As I was having this revelation, I'll admit something changed in me. Some would call it hope. Hope, that things will get better. Hope, that maybe, just maybe, I'll be set free. I've given up so long ago, I forgot what it felt like to believe again. And I do. I believe I will not spend forever on this island. I will be freed one day, and I believe it will be from the doings of you.
Thank you, Percy, for giving me hope.
With love,
-Calypso