Sorry for the wait! I've had writers block on about all my stories, and I got caught up in some new ones that I'm working on. Yes, I have three stories already, but I keep getting ideas!

If you've already read the chapter POV, you will notice it's Calypso. If you remember some certain parts from the first series, you will know exactly what's going on in the second paragraph. If not, you will figure out in the fifth.

Thanks!

-teamleo4

Calypso

After an unknown period of time, the darkness started to lift around her. She was able to make out details.

She was in a nearly empty room. The walls were gray, the furniture black. There were sofas in the corners, none of them occupied. All the people in the room were rushing towards the back, to a set of double doors. A man in a nice suit was yelling at them.

"Come on! Everyone down, last load!" He spotted Calypso and shouted to her. "You coming or what?" She realized she was still standing in the same spot.

She took a step forward before hesitating. "Where am I?"

The man rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for the pleading and begging. You're dead. Get on the elevator. You're lucky Hades is letting everyone down for free for the end of the world."

Calypso's mind spun. She shook off her dizziness, and replied back to the man, "I can't."

"I'm positive you are dead. I can see through you," he snapped. "This is the last trip I'm making, so you better hurry. Hades can only protect the people already down there."

Calypso looked down at her body. She could, in fact, see right through it. That's not what worried her. Her mind was far away, still stuck in the real world. Focused on a certain curly-haired boy.

"That's not what I meant," she whispered, barely audible. "I can't go. I'm waiting for someone."

"I can't wait for you. Suit yourself." He rushed the last people into the doors, shutting them behind him.

Calypso collapsed on one of the couches, fully aware of what she had just lost. The room was completely empty. So no one was there to see the tears slowly seep down her face. She had lost her chance at surviving. Or whatever you could call it. She knew that her soul would be destroyed if she was in the real world when Gaea demolished it. There wasn't any place for her to go.

But she wasn't going to leave Leo up here by himself. She was going to be beside him for the end of the world. There wasn't any other option.

She wiped the tears from her eyes.

The ground shook again, harder then ever. The ceiling started to crack. She pushed herself deeper into the couch, putting her hands over her head. Yes, she was a ghost, but she didn't want to die any more than she already was.

She heard the sound of something collapsing, but didn't look over immediately. The building was still shaking. When it stopped, she slowly turned her head towards the noise, which she now noted was over by the doors. The ceiling had caved in, blocking the elevator. Her last chance of escape was gone.

She pushed her head back into the couch, but this time it was to stop the tears. She gave up her only chance of "surviving" to be with Leo. But she didn't regret it.

Warmth spread through her body with that thought. She still had Leo. He was going to be here soon. He had promised. Maybe that was it. An oath to keep with a final breath. Leo was going to keep that promise by dying.

She looked up, noticing that others were starting to arrive. Some wandered around, as if wondering where they were. A few stared questioningly at the debris, as if wondering what had happened.

None of that mattered; Leo was going to be here soon.

She looked around for familiar faces, one in particular. Her face never lit up in recognition, and neither did anyone else's.

No one came over to her. They stayed in groups, with family, friends. Still, she saw no faces that stuck out.

Calypso had never seen so many people in over three thousand years. It made her a little nervous. As long as they don't come over, I'll be fine, she thought to herself, trying to keep calm. She settled herself back in the couch.

She concentrated on anything not painful. That didn't leave her with much. It literally eliminated over three thousand years of memories. She couldn't think of the most recent, as it was of utter pain. When she first had seen Leo, she thought he was an illusion from Gaea. She had almost killed him. And Percy was there. With Annabeth.

She still didn't know how to feel about that. She had finally met the girl that Percy had mumbled about in his sleep. And Calypso could see that they were good for each other, which was the most heart-breaking part. Calypso didn't even have a chance.

She stood up just from the memories. They were too much. No one even seemed to notice the movement.

In death, the memories were like spikes, jabbing into her. It was like she was trying to access something and her body was refusing to give in. Forget about them, her body seemed to say. They will hurt you even more if you do remember.

She started to argue back, and then realized that she was going to be arguing with herself. She pushed that aside, and focused in on the room again.

To see a shape completely engulf her.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hugging into her.

Calypso broke down. This was too much.

Leo took that the wrong way, and thought she was hurt. "What happened? Here, lay down." He pulled her back over to the couch.

Calypso gasped through the sobs. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

And she was. Because he was here.

Ain't that adorable!? But depressing :(

Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry about the delays. I just was out of it for a while, and I still have a project due next Tuesday. I'll try to update soon.

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-teamleo4 (the win, even if they are dead .)