This chapter was a little difficult to write because I had to look back through the books for memories to put in here. A few of them are purely from my imagination though.
Disclaimer: If I was Rick, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction.
When she arrived at her garden, Calypso walked over to her fountain. Then she stopped. Something was different. The irritating clicking sound that had annoyed her for several years, had ceased, and the satyrs on her fountain were all standing upright. It was fixed. She turned around and also noted that the rod on the entrance of her cave was level, so the curtains no longer dragged across the ground. Also, her pruning shears were sitting on a bench nearby. Gleaming. They hadn't done that for a while. Calypso stared in astonishment. That boy was so strange.
She turned back to the fountain, determined to find out more about the boy.
Her pale face was reflected in the clear surface of the water. She waved her hand over it, and it shimmered, tuning into her thoughts. Calypso almost laughed. Her fountain was working again!
The fountain settled down, and she peered into the water. An image of a little boy in a machine shop appeared. A pretty woman, possibly his mother, stood at a bench nearby.
"Leo," she said. "Fetch me the spanner, please."
"Yes, Mama," the boy—no—Leo, replied. Calypso smiled as he ran on his short little legs to grab the tool. He had to be no more than four years old.
The image shimmered again.
Leo was in the machine shop again, at about the age of eight, but the scene was so much different. Flames flickered around the building. Leo screamed, banging on the workshop wall, yelling for his mother. Calypso could hear her grandmother, Gaia, taunting the poor boy, and she felt a surge of anger rise up inside her.
The memory changed yet again. Calypso caught glimpses of different memories of Leo's life: running away from home, being claimed by Hephaestus, facing an enormous fire-breathing metal dragon, taking out three cyclopes with nothing but his wits. She saw Leo, along with two other kids fighting the Earthborn, and Leo flickering with red tongues of fire, fighting a dark-haired goddess.
The water swirled faster and faster, and the images looked to be more recent. Leo building a warship, Leo and a curly-haired girl running from a group of angry nymphs, Leo fiddling with a giant statue of Athena, trying to figure out how it worked.
The flow of scenes suddenly stopped at the moment that stupid black-haired goddess, Kino or something, blasted Leo off his ship. So it was her fault he was here. Calypso felt her anger lessen. Leo had never intended to come here, and he wanted to leave. She might as well help him do so, if he ever found a way.
Calypso had a sudden thought. She wanted to find out something else. It was nosy, and she would probably regret it later on, but Calypso needed to know.
Calypso waved her hand over the water. Her fingers, she noticed with distaste, were slightly trembling.
Show me a memory of Percy Jackson and Annabeth.
The water swirled around, faster and faster, responding to her thoughts.
Suddenly, it gave way to an image of a boy and a girl sitting side by side on the edge of a beach. The sunset was softly glowing behind them, and they were chatting in hushed voices to each other.
They're friends. They can talk to each other, right? No big deal. Calm down. Calm down.
At one point, it looked like they were arguing, but then Percy gently shoved the girl (who Calypso assumed to be Annabeth) and pecked her on the cheek. Calypso's heart broke in half.
Annabeth responded with a light laugh and pulled Percy towards her by the front of his shirt. Not being able to look anymore, Calypso turned away, the memory dissipating as she did.
She was holding so much fury right now. Annabeth got to live in the outside world, with Percy by her side, while she was doomed to be forever alone. While they grew up and loved and lived, she would always be on the same island for eternity. No lover for her.
And then, Calypso did something she would regret for the rest of her life. Her bitter thoughts twisted her mind until she could hardly think straight.
Exile. Alone. Eternal solitude.
Calypso's mind went blank and a wave roared in her ears.
And then, her rage died away. She slowly uncurled her fists and for a long while, she just stared off into the distance, the full weight of what she had just done crashing into her.
She had cursed Annabeth.
I am aware that in the story, Annabeth and Percy should already be in Tartarus at this point of the story, but for the sake of the story, let's pretend they haven't met the Arai yet. Also, the first Leo scene and the Percabeth scene were both from my imagination. Please review, what are you looking for in the next chapter?
Some trivia-the topic is Percy: (no cheating!)
-What is the Greek name of Percy's sword, Riptide?
-When is Percy's birthday?
-What cabin number is Percy's cabin?
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