I hope you guys are enjoying this! These first few chapters are mainly for introductory purposes, and over time they will overlap and merge into one large storyline.
I'm pretty much just writing and letting the plot work itself out. But I do have an idea of how it ends. Any ideas, suggestions, corrections or plot twists you want to notify me about feel free to message them to me!
Calypso rested her arms on the open windowsill, letting the stale and smoky air waft into her chambers. She couldn't remember the last time she saw grass, or even a familiar face. She was a prisoner in her own castle. Or should she say, ruined castle. Once upon a time, when Calypso was young, a battle raged within her castle's walls. White and purple cloth mixed to form a mass of chaos. Calypso had no clue what was going on, and watched the battle with fascination, her tiny hands supporting her face. Now, she was alone, abandoned, and trapped. A dragon constantly roamed the castle grounds. But the thing was, the dragon was not mean. The dragon had the strangest eyes. They were not reptilian, but something else. Calypso named the dragon Nobilitas, Latin for chivalry. The dragon had come after the attack. At first, young Calypso was terrified of the great red dragon, as it often flew up right outside her window. It blew fire in fits against the sky, the stone walls, and into the long abandoned halls. She had tried to escape, only to find her door barred by something large and heavy, and her room too high to climb down. She survived those first few days eating the fruit in her room, and drinking the water from her washbasin on her dresser. She oft heard cries of pain from men in the outer courtyard and within the halls. Sobbing was natural in those days. Except for her own person and Nobilitas, there was nothing to make a sound. Nobilitas somehow supplied her with slightly smashed food every morning, tossed through her small window. If she had the courage earlier, she would have been small enough to climb through to the stone ledge and ride Nobilitas to freedom. But alas, she was too cautious.
The flapping of large wings was comforting to her now. She had long used her bedroom curtains to make rough dresses for herself, using their rope to tie them together. She burned the wood that always came with Nobilitas' morning drop come nightfall, and used the charcoal to draw on her walls. Entertainment was hard to come by. Being of noble blood she had had some formal education, but her reading was poor. Art became her tether to sanity.
The few books she had in her room were long filled with sketches and smudges, the walls covered with images of her past she never wanted to forget. On the far wall, there was a large picture. One of a girl riding a dragon above the sea, hair flying behind, dashing towards a land mass. She lay on her back, hands behind her head, and looked to the ceiling. Black being her only color, she had managed to make a rainbow from light grays to midnight black above her bed.
She must have fallen asleep, because she woke to the sound of a large huff outside her window. She gently pushed her hair out of her face, and walked to the window. Nobilitas backed up a few feet, his face still blocking most of her view. "Nobilitas, what have you brought me now?" He cocked his head, and motioned with his snout to her room. "Back up?" she asked, curious. He nodded. "Okay, now what?" He spurted out some water making a puddle inside her window. "Oh! Water!" She let a smile cross her face as she went for her water pitcher, chipped and faded. She placed it in the middle of the puddle, and let Nobilitas finish spurting the liquid. Most of it missed, but the pitcher was filled more than halfway. She picked up the container and set it on the sill next to her. "Thank you, Nobilitas." She moved her arm outside the window, hand facing Nobilitas. He moved closer ever so gently, and let his muzzle touch her hand. He groaned, and tried to force something that she thought was a smile onto his face, but it looked like a grimace. He slowed his wings and started to descend.
"Goodnight, Nobilitas," she said, then looked at the setting sun over the overgrowing forest. "Goodnight, Calypso," she said to herself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson nor The Heroes of Olympus.
This is a fan-written story and for the enjoyment of whoever wishes to read it.