It had been an entire two years. Calypso knew that, but she still couldn't get Percy Jackson out of her head. Everything reminded her of him. The bluish flowers in her garden of the way his bright sea green eyes sparkled, and each time she thought about it, her heart broke all over again. It just wasn't fair! What had she done wrong? Why couldn't the gods send her someone who hadn't met their true love yet?
Calypso wasn't like other goddesses. All the time on her island gave her a lot of time to think. She had decided a long time ago that she would stay loyal to her true love, as long as he was loyal in return. She had been burned enough times to never want to put anyone through the pain of being rejected. Except maybe the girls that she had been rejected for.
Calypso envied Annabeth more than she had envied the lovers of all her other visitors. Why had she won Percy's heart over Calypso?
Calypso asked herself that question every day. More than anything, Calypso wanted Annabeth to suffer. She wanted her to know the loss and pain that she had felt when Percy had left her. She wanted Annabeth to feel sorrow of knowing that her true love had abandoned her.
As Calypso lay in her bed that morning, she contemplated the same question in her mind. Over and over her thoughts spun, until they were as tangled as a spider web. And that is when she heard the loud crash from outside. She quickly stood up and raced to the door. Another visitor had arrived.