Promises

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Calypso POV

I was sitting on the beach, twisting little coils of bronze wire in my hands. Days were boring on Ogygia without company. I had made more t-shirts, much more practical then my dresses, and I had gone around collecting all of Leo's sketches and materials, keeping them somewhere safe. I didn't have the heart to get rid of them.

I knew he wasn't coming back. They always promise, but they never do. It's not their fault. They're heroes, with important jobs to do and beautiful girls to be with. That is my curse. I usually got over it pretty quickly, but for some reason, a part of me held on to the irrational hope that he would come back. I don't know why Leo was so special. Something about him was just so real. The island seemed so empty without his laugh and the constant noise of metal on metal coming from his makeshift forge.

When I first saw him, I hated him. I hated the noise and his smile. And most of all, I hated the fact that I liked him. and I hated the fact that I couldn't help it. Never before had I felt the effects of the curse like I did with him.

There wasn't a day that I didn't think of his time here. I didn't mean to kiss him. I shouldn't have done that. It only made things worse for me. He was probably happy now, with that pretty dark haired girl and their friends. He had probably forgotten me.

Yet hope remained. Every day started with the possibility that he would make his oath good, and yet every day that possibility dwindled with the sun. I couldn't forget.

I remember hundreds of years ago, before I was exiled, Zoe used to read me poetry. And still, I remember, my favorite one:

Your kiss is laced with birdlime,

And your eyes, Timarion, with fire.

Look at me, and I burn,

Touch me, and I am caught.

There was a crashing noise a couple hundred yards a way, and I was startled out of my thoughts. There was boy struggling to stand up in the sand, and eventually collapsed. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. I wasn't going to fall in love with another one. Not with Leo still out there.

Nevertheless, I brushed the sand off my jeans and went to go see him.

He was tall, and blonde, and had passed out on the beach. A twisted scar ran down the right side of his face. Besides that, he was handsome, a bit like Hermes actually, but there was no hint of friendliness on his face, no impish smirk like Leo had. He jaw was set and his forehead wrinkled in a frown.

I reached my hand to touch his face, see if I could wake him. My fingers had rested on his stubbly cheek for just a moment when his eyes shot open he grasped my wrist in his hands. I struggled to get out of his grip, letting out a shriek that no one was around to hear. His eyes were so pale, devoid of color and emotion. His skin was cold and lifeless, his strength inhuman.

Suddenly, the colors around me swirled and I felt a strange floating sensation. My vision went black and a scream was ripped from my throat. Ogygia disappeared and was replaced by Hell.

Oh the suspense...