So I've decided to continue this story, since someone said I should add more and a Calypso POV so that's what I'm doing… I hope you like it. It seems like you guys don't like me. Or is it paranoia? Same thing.

The first time I saw Percy Jackson was when he fell into the lake. He was hurling from the sky at an unordinary fast pace and flailing his arms in panic. When he hit the water with a large, pain-stricken thud, it dawned to me. The Fates were at it again. Meet a guy who just happens to come to the island, learn about him, fall in love with him, often him a life with me and BOOM. Gone.

I really hate being Calypso some days.

You know, when you think of being immortal, you'd normally think, "Wow! That sounds really cool, you know, never dying and stuff?!" But then you realize you're really the world's oldest cat lady. Girl. I don't even know anymore. Being the daughter of a Titan just gets you so confused. Curse you, Atlas.

The gods. You try and support your parents with one thing in your life and you're automatically banned from everything and isolated from everyone. Did I do anything? No. Of course not! I'm just… Calypso.

Well, at least until Percy Jackson came. He changed me for the short time he was here. He gave me a bit of courage and hope that I can have someone with me. At least, enough of the traits until the next hero came. I never liked when they left; it just took a bit of my soul away and they took it with them. If you want to say something like that anyway.

I crouched down towards him to try to help him up. He was in poor shape, bruised up quite a bit around the edges, and definitely showed the signs of being in extreme heat, even though the water from the shore seemed to calm their bite a bit. I felt bad for him as he wobbled from side to side to try to get to shore, moaning and groaning aguishly in a vain attempt to get to shore. He didn't even realize he was pulling a load of sand under his belly with him. When I actually was able to grasp his hand, the first thing I noticed about him was his eyes.

They were a vibrant shade of sea green, bright as the seaweed and algae that floated up onto shore occasionally. Absolutely suited him for sure, and that's when I sort of put two and two together. He was most likely the son of Poseidon (as I'd soon find out later on).

Percy kept murmuring this name as I pulled him towards my cavern home. This girl's name. Something like, "Annabeth… Annabeth…" It must've been a person he cared much for. I reassured him the entire time I dragged him, constantly telling him it will be okay, and quite honestly, I wasn't even sure about that.

I placed him on the spare bed in the back of the cavern and left him there to sleep. While he slept, and I still can't get over how long he slept… it wasn't normal, I placed a few multicolored spare shirts and a couple pairs of pants on a chair so he could change from the ripped clothes he was in.

Over the next few days, I was constantly observing him, trying to help his fever go down and using my magic to heal him as much as I could before I tired myself out. Whatever had attacked him and blew him here really took a lot out of him because I usually found myself becoming very tired and nauseous after sessions of magic use.

After a few days of sleep, I finally found him awakening, which was a REALLY good sign. Honestly, I didn't want to have to put up with another day of not knowing more about him and also having to use my magic. He still looked rather troubled, bruises on his arms and legs, along with a laceration mark or two, but overall he looked much better. I decided to go pick some of my best flowers and put the perfume-like scented flowers in a bowl, to make the cave seem brighter.

"Glad to see you awake, Percy Jackson." I told him, putting on my best smile. He looked at me, confused and dazed, and thought for a while before speaking.

"How do you know my name…?"

"Well…" I wanted to tell him he talked a lot in his sleep and that he drooled all over my best sheets, but I left that out. If he started to doubt me even the slightest… that'd just be bad. So I just stuck to introducing myself. "Uh… never mind. Call me Calypso."

His sea green eyes lightened up in excitement and interest at my name, and almost immediately I heard what I always heard from those who came on my island. I sighed and prepared for the same, boring, annoying speech.

"You're Calypso?! From the stories and everything and the island and the real Perseus and stuff?!"

Okay… to be honest, I didn't really pay attention to most of what he said, well, since I've heard it practically hundreds of times throughout my time on the island. All it really did was make me even more depressed then what I already was, and it made me realize how short of I time I had with the new hero. When I thought, the world around me just turned gray and lifeless, like it had no purpose for that small little time.

"Story… if you want to call it that… I guess." I slumped over a little, trying not to make it seem that noticeable. But, obviously, he noticed it. I really need to work on my acting skills. So as I tried to divert his attention, I pointed to the exit of the cavern and out to the nature side of the island. "This is Ogygia. My home."

He stared outside at my array of plants and animals for a few minutes, taking in as much as he could before he turned to me. He examined me to a degree (which was just the tiniest bit creepy) before he spoke again.

"How do I trust you?"

That is another everyone asks me. Trust. I've grown to strongly detest that word. If you were in my shoes all the time, you'd learn to hate it too, especially when heroes say they'll stay with you and then they're gone. Like it never even happened in the first place.

"You'll learn to. I helped heal you, along with the help of my… abilities, if you would call them that, as well as nectar and ambrosia. I think that's a reason to trust me. If I were your enemy, I would've left you to die." At this time, Percy pushed himself up, still fairly weak and emaciated from the lack of food energy in his body, and stumbled over more towards me. I knew what was going to happen next, and as I predicted in my head, the little oaf fell over, tripping over his toes and onto the floor.

Heroes are very loveable but extremely gullible.

I grasped his yearning hand and guided him back to bed where I elevated the worse of the two bruised legs and placed a compress on his head that was soaked in cold water, honey, cinnamon, and Devil's Claw (all which I grew and made in my garden). I had many years to learn the health properties of all my plants. Cinnamon helps with digestion and lowered appetites and Devil's Claw helps with muscle development and muscle and/or body aches. He seemed pleased with the coolness and smiled back at me in comfort.

"How long was I… out?"

"About a day or two, and you'll be out walking and getting better sooner than ever." I replied, giving him a smile in return. Percy made me laugh with his way of speaking. But before I could put any hope in him not bringing up my past, he pulled the trigger.

"Aren't you the daughter of someone famous? Like a god or titan or something?" He did seem like he knew me, unlike many of my heroes, which sort of surprised me a little to a degree. But, I just sighed and turned to him. He looked a little bit like the other Perseus, and that just made me worse. Things went gray again.

"Well, if you want to call it that… then yeah. I'm the daughter of a famous guy." I had a tendency to gulp a lot when I'm nervous, and honestly, I really didn't want him to catch on to that. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You can talk to me about it. I'll listen… if I'm not passing out on you like a mad man." For the first time since he came, Percy made me laugh. I'm not really the kind of "girl" who is easy to laugh. You really have to pull back on my strings to get me to sound off a giggle. I sighed and continued to tell him my life story. I told him all about me being the daughter of Atlas, the titan that held up the earth. It made me think of someone I hadn't talked about in a long time.

My sister Zoë.

When I heard she had died by my father's hand, I was absolutely appalled. I always loved her as a sister, and I wondered if this Percy Jackson knew her.

"Do you know Zoë?" He asked calmly. He knew. This hero knew her.

I tried to keep myself in a state of composure before I turned to him, trying not to make it seem like it was his fault for this. I knew it wasn't; I could see that much in his face that it wasn't intended. It did hurt though.

"Do get some sleep if you can. We can walk around the island tomorrow then." I paused, began to walk away, but I turned around to face him once more before I left him to his quarters. "Sleep, young hero."

I am so glad he fell asleep almost instantly, because once he was in a tranquil slumber, I ran out of the cavern and went to the shore, sat down on the sand, and sobbed. I looked out onto the lake, tears rushing down my face, and remembered the few memories I had with Zoë. I wish I got to spend more time with her, but I couldn't with the curse of the gods keeping me on Ogygia. I loved her so much. But then the idea came to me. I'd plant her favorite flower: Moonlace. The flower that could only be planted and grown in the moonlight, it matched my sister so much. That's what I'd do.

Percy could help me. He seemed like he was attached to my sister in a good way. He was so kind and caring… but it was dangerous to even say what I was thinking about him. Feelings for a hero that I'll have only for a short time is dangerous. Feelings are dangerous, and they should have a big sign for it.

When Percy awoke the next day after I cast some more healing magic, he was able to primitively walk as long as he held onto something, so as I offered him a hand, I led him out the cavern exit and out onto the land of my island. With a couple hesitant steps, I wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk any further than that, but the hero proved me wrong. We talked about the island and our life styles. We exchanged information, my knowledge on plants and animals for his information of the current events of the world (which was quite pleasant since I haven't had an update since the 1700s). He seemed really interested in the details of my childhood, and sometimes I told him about it, but I really didn't want to talk to him about that.

He'd leave me soon enough. Why tell him?

I mean, I really, really wanted to tell him about everything, from Atlas to Zoë to, well, everything, but how could I? This hero I was starting to know and love with a lot of my heart was going to break my heart. Or was he? He didn't seem like the others; he was understanding and patient. I decided soon after that first walk we'd plant the Moonlace together.

We grew very connected as we walked further and further every day. Percy grew stronger and more vigilant with every step. We started to connect and Percy taught me how to make new types of food based on his mother's cooking, and I showed him new ways to make items from simple items, in case of an emergency and that sort of thing.

A few days later, the seeds had matured enough to plant, so I took a few and made my way down to the shore to dig up some dirt. I lifted the seed up, freshly planted in the dirt, and watch a thin strand of silvery plant pop out from the dirt and grow tiny leaves. I turned around and saw Percy, wearing a new white shirt I gave him, walking over towards me. He still had a noticeable limp to him, but he could walk as fast as me. He kneeled down next to me and watched the little Moonlace seedling grow.

"Moonlace." I told him, smiling at him and then at the plant. "It grows in the moonlight, hence its name. Beautiful, isn't it?"

Confession time. I forgot the rest of what Percy and I had said, because once I said that, he was holding my hand, leaned in and all of sudden, we kissed, right there. On the lips he did. I wasn't really used to kisses, since not many of my heroes kissed me, but it was… well, I can only explain it in one word.

WOW.

It was like fireworks were exploding inside of my mind and heart and lips and… it was wonderful. Percy wouldn't let go of my lips, which were now longing for his lips more and his embrace to continue. I think what happened was we admitted we were falling in love. I'm not exactly sure, but I honestly didn't care at the moment. It was too good to be true. But then I realized he'll leave, and I let go.

"Percy… I can't do this." I said, my voice having a tone of nervousness on it. "You'll… you'll just leave. We can't exist."

Now I've seen many different types of looks on my years of being condemned on the island, but what Percy had looked like when he was thinking can't be reproduced. It was so unique and interesting and made me wonder what he was even going to say once he was done. But what he did say was the most encouraging thing I had heard in a while.

"What if I stay?" We stared at each other in shock for a while before I had the nerve to talk to him again.

"D-Do you really mean that? You're not kidding? Would you?" I asked probably at the speed of a bullet. I mean, no one had ever even thought of staying with me for an eternity, so he was definitely different. He laughed, as if he were mocking me in a fun way, and held my hand.

"I'll let you know in the morning. I promise." I smiled so much that I ran up to the cavern and I'm pretty sure until Percy came back a half an hour later, I was dancing and making the flowers grow. I had never been more ecstatic, well, until Hephaestus came.

He was anxious for some reason, and I was honored that he came to visit me, not many gods do, but I was pretty excited. I basically blocked out what he said, which was kind of a mistake now that I think about it. When he left, I danced even more and sang to my plants and animals.

Percy returned awful solemn, which somewhat concerned me, but I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek and hugged him around the neck carefully, especially now that he was pretty much healed. When he kept sighing, I knew he made his decision. I didn't want to say something, so I walked with him to the end of the hallway to his room and I kissed him again.

"Goodnight, my hero." What he didn't hear when he closed his door, I whispered to the curtain a heartfelt "I love you."

When he woke up in the morning, I knew he wanted to go home to New York, where his family and Annabeth were. I didn't blame him. He couldn't escape that curse for long, and his family did care about him. Not saying that I wasn't a tiny bit jealous of his family and that Annabeth, but I kind of understood the logic of heroes by now.

"You need to go… don't you?" I calmly asked him, trying not to cry or show I was too sad. He sighed heavily and nodded.

"It was a really tough decision, Calypso. I really mean that. I don't want to leave you. I don't! It's not easy at all. You've changed me for the better, giving me more love and knowledge than what I've had in a long time." He replied.

By this point, I couldn't hold back my tears. I began to sob heavily and I hugged him tightly, placing my head on his shoulder and letting my hair get into my face. He almost started to cry when I looked up at him and lightly stroked him pale face and jet-black hair. Percy wasn't an emotion guy, but this must've been bad for him, because a light tear started to form in the corner of his eye. I didn't say anything, because I was too busy looking into his bright sea green eyes that I would most likely see for the very last time. He chuckled and pulled me closer as we hugged each other for a few more minutes.

Suddenly, I remembered I had something with me. Moonlace seeds. I opened up his palm and slowly dropped the seeds into it. He looked a little confused as I closed his palm and looked up to him.

"Plant a garden in New York for me?" I asked, watching him put the glowing seeds into his white shirt. He nodded sadly and grabbed my hand again. He loved to do that.

"Of course, Calypso." I cried silently for a bit as I slowly walked with him hand and hand down to the shore where there was a boat waiting for him, the way it always appeared to great the heroes who left me.

The only thing that got to me was when I was sad, my plants died, the sky got dark, fog surrounded everything, and my emotions were turned into reality. So as I passed my various plants, they wilted and shriveled up like someone poured kerosene onto them and sent them ablaze.

For a while, all we did was sit there and stare at each other with a sad expression on our faces until finally Percy decided to leave. He grabbed the oars and began to paddle. Suddenly, it dawned on me.

I ran down into the water as far as I could go on the boundary and yelled as loud as I could with tears flowing down my face.

"I LOVE YOU!" As I gasped for air, I collapsed crying in the lake, wishing that he heard me before he hit the boundary. I stared at the boundary until I couldn't see his black hair anymore.

I'd never see him again.

As I walked up to the cavern to change from my wet clothes, I noticed only one plant didn't whiter from my sadness. It was the Moonlace. It seemed like it was just sitting there saying, "Don't give up yet, Calypso."

Then suddenly something came into my head, which I thought I wouldn't think.

I'm going to see Percy Jackson again… someday.

Okay, that's Calypso's POV. I'm going to do Annabeth's POV next, but let me know what you think or if you want anything changed or added. I listen… happy reading!