Aurora

•Katniss's POV•
I don't quite remember what happened but my inner instincts told me that I didn't want to remember. My eyes crept open. Seagulls squall, waves clash against the shore, and huge palm trees tower over me.

Where am I?

My stomach growled like a monster, and it burned. It told me I hadn't eaten in days, possibly weeks, but it felt like years. I grind the sand I'm on with my fists as I struggle to get up. My vision is hazy and everything becomes double. I try to shake my head and rub my temples but my senses fail me. All I can make out is my basic surroundings and an odd lump a few meters away from me.

"Percy?" My voice breaks and I hit high notes. My throat burns. I cough. "Percy!" I drag my limbs toward Percy's lifeless body. I shake him. His heart was beating slowly and his breaths were short. As I shake him my fingers hit hard bones. His ribs stuck out. I look down to realize I look the same.

Since I failed to wake Percy, I went into the ocean. I cleaned myself with the salty water. I was tempted to drink some, but I knew better. If I started drinking, I wouldn't be able to stop. As I splashed the water on myself I began to notice more than just ribs poking out. Blood stuck to my skin like a parasite. But it wasn't mine.

"Percy?" Annabeth mumbled.

I began hyperventilating. I remember.

"No . . ." The wind slowly flakes my hair against my eyes as small tears went down. I went down into the water to wash them off, and tried to forget. I had washed my clothes and thanks to the scorching heat, they dried fast. Soon, I was up and at it. I knew Percy wasn't going to be in the happiest mood once he woke. If he woke. I swatted negative thoughts out of my mind.

Take me now. You spin the sun around. And the stars will all come out.

•Percy's POV•
Bro, he's unconscious.

•Katniss's POV•
Just when I had thought the island was inhibited I saw the smoke. It was a girl; she was my age, more or less. A big caramel braid was swung around her shoulder. She wore an ancient Greek tunic that matched her skin like if they were intertwined. I've never seen such a beautiful lady. She seemed to be preparing a type of broth that made my stomach rumble in different languages. The smell was sensational; it smelled like my days in Twelve. It reminded me of home.

A smile rose onto her face. "Who's there?" Her voice rang through my ears like bells on a silent night, awakening me. She looked at me and an alarmed expression grew on her face. "Who are you?" She dropped the firewood she carried. "Who sent you here?"

I shook my head and licked my lips with bitter hunger. "My name is Katniss. I'm sorry if I startled you." The girl looked at me as I was some hologram, wishing I wasn't real, or better―just another curse. Seeing how I was getting no feedback except her prolonged gaze, I began walking away.

"Wait!" She called, I looked back and she took my wrist. "I'm sorry. Come, I'll feed you." She took me along with her and sat me down. "I'm sorry. Um . . ." She took a bowl and served me. "Eat." She didn't have to tell me twice.

After a couple of servings, "So what's your name?" The girl sighed.

"My name is Calypso." Calypso. All the stories, Iliad and the Odyssey; they all said not to trust her. She was an equivalent to a demon. I needed to get Percy off this island before she raped him or something. "As you can see, this is awkward for me. I usually am granted with male visitors . . ." Right, she's cursed to only have male visitors in which she sexually abuses. I got that. But even with my paranoia, I felt compelled to trust her. I was divided between instincts and facts.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'll be on my way." I began to get up, but she caught my ankle, which made my instincts fire up. Katniss ain't getting raped today.

"Please," Her grip was so strong I couldn't kick her. "Listen." She was persistent. "I have fresh clothes for you. You can stay with me." Her tone and expression seemed so sincere.

"I have to explore the island a bit better." I lied. She let me go and I walked away peacefully.

Percy was gone when I got back. Oh dear gods . . .

"Percy!" I yelled. Up from the ocean he emerged. He looked terrible. Happier―but terrible.

"Katniss!" He waved. I waved back reluctantly. He looked too happy. Could it be he hasn't remembered? He ran up from the shore and threw his clean shirt on. "It's good to see you." He looked around cheerfully. "So, any idea to where we are?" I bit my lip remembering Calypso.

"We need to get off this island."

"Why?" His smile disappeared.

"It's Calypso's island." His smile then returned, I ignored it. He's not stable at the moment as it is. "You know the stories, we need to get out." He shook his head.

"What, why?" He lauded. "Kat, I know Calypso." My heart skipped a beat. "After Mt. Helens exploded last year, I woke up here. Calypso is a nice woman. She nursed me back to health." I bet she raped you while you slept, Jackson. I shook my thoughts away. No, if Percy trusts her, I should too.

"Percy, she's dangerous."

"Katniss, I don't know which history was taught to you, but Calypso isn't how the stories say she is." He pleaded. "Trust me." Sadly, I do. He noticed my surrender. "Come on." We walked into the jungle.

"She's there." I pointed toward the smoke. Percy went on ahead of me eagerly.

It took me a while to catch up, but when I finally did. I saw the type of embracing I wish I didn't have to see.

"I knew you'd come back." Calypso called as she embraced my comrade. I looked off into the distance and cleared my throat. They looked back at me awkwardly.

"You two know each other?" She motioned from me to him.

"Sadly." I mumbled under my breath. She nodded pretending not to hear me.

"Come on you two, I'll clothe you and give you a place to stay." He went into her cave, expecting us to follow. Percy went without thinking twice. I hesitated.

"Trust me. She's an old friend." I bit my lip as my companion reassured me.

"Do you remember what happened?" I asked suddenly. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Remember what?" His innocent look told me he forgot that Annabeth . . .

"Nothing," I looked away, "Nothing at all." Percy shrugged and went into the cave, and I followed. My heart wanted to bolt right out of my chest. Whether I liked it or not, Calypso was the least of my worries right now.

Percy doesn't remember Annabeth got murdered.

•Percy's POV•
I sprung up from my mattress and panted. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I looked around and griped the mattress under me. I relaxed. I'm on Calypso's island. Katniss is a room away. It's okay. I'm fine. It's alright. Nothing's wrong. I threw myself back onto the mattress.

It was just a dream.

I smiled in relief. I don't know what I would have done if Annabeth would had really died.

Happy Birthday to MaxWaylandGray! :D Shes one year closer to her death :'D Lol jk love you girly! So, um, yeah. The aftermath. Its safe to say now that the story is already halfway to ending. I expect to get no further than sixty chapters in total. Hang in there readers! Almost there! I love you all for supporting through my first fic! It will be the two year anniversary over the summer!

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