It was my twelfth coherent day on Ogygia.

I wasn't exactly sure how, but my scythe was capable of keeping track of time. At least, I was hoping that's what the tick marks on the blade meant—they appeared as little grooves on the long stem of the scythe.

Peculiarly, they seemed to show up like clockwork every day. Ha. See what I did there? Clockwork.

I'm sorry. I think I'm losing my mind.

Well, then, you must be saying. Tell us, Percy! How is life on a magical island?

In one word: streamlined.

Invisible servants brought me food and clothes, showed me to the outdoor shower by carving trails in the sand, and even brought me things to do when I was truly bored.

I can't tell you how many times I've played Mancala against them. I can tell you how many times I've won—it's not a lot though, so I won't. I need to maintain some shred of my dignity.

Outside of getting crushed in a variety of board games by people who weren't there, I spent a lot of time relaxing on the beach, and surfing. Oh, and trying to rehab from whatever happened on that volcano.

It wasn't the easiest process at first. I was way weaker than before. Granted, I'd been bedridden for what felt like a long time, so the fact that I lost so much muscle and weight wasn't the craziest thing in the world. Even if it did make lifting this scythe a hassle.

The process became way easier when I realized that the island had some magical properties that I could use to my advantage.

Firstly, there were these fruits littered all around the island. Not your average run-of-the-mill fruits you'd find in a grocery store, mind you.

These things were insane—they were double the size of their outside-of-the-island counterparts, and every kind of fruit came in at least four different colors.

I'm talking blue bananas, pink pineapples, and green apples! Wait. Those exist outside of the island too. Oops.

My entire diet basically became fruit, and somehow, I didn't get tired of it. The servants brought me in it all kinds of ways. Diced-up apples, mango smoothies, dragonfruit chopped into a bowl of strawberries—every time I got hungry, boom, the fruit was there.

Listen, I know that fruit in and of itself doesn't sound like the most exciting thing in the world, but I swear, these things made Ambrosia seem like overhyped candy.

Each bite sparked an awakening in my senses and dialed all of my physical properties up to eleven. It was like the healthy version of chugging a Red Bull.

One nibble, and suddenly I was attuned to every rustle in the palm leaves, every distant call of the birds around the island. Eating a whole fruit made me feel like I had enough energy to lift a car.

It wasn't just the fact the fruit tasted good, even though that was a lot of it. The fruit also did some freaky things to my body. It felt like it made my muscles hit the fast-forward button. I'm talking about growth that would make Hercules give you a nod of approval.

I was already back to my level of fitness before the whole volcano incident. Actually, at this point, I felt even stronger, in all of the right ways.

I wasn't bulky, though. I just felt leaner and faster, and I looked tanner and more defined. If anything, I felt more like that magic version of me in Circe's mirror than ever before.

Fatigue was a distant memory, and my senses felt like they were sharper than they'd ever been before. Zeus, half the time I felt like I could fight Luke blindfolded and still win. Not that I'd want to try.

Plus, the island was an awesome backdrop to all the training. Something about it just felt good all the time. It was the kind of place where, even if you closed your eyes, you felt more awake than you'd ever been in the waking world. There was definitely something magic about the place. It was undeniable.

In a way, it felt like the island's magic didn't just exist; it embraced me. It was like the island itself was conspiring with the universe to keep me not just alive, but vibrantly so.

I hadn't seen Calypso since I'd washed back up on her shore for the second time. but I kind of found myself missing her company. I hadn't been forced to be alone like this in a long time, and the isolation was driving me crazy.

"Crazy enough to talk to you," I said, looking at my distorted reflection in the bronze edge of the scythe. My fingers tingled as the hilt vibrated again. "And crazy enough to think you can understand me. Let's go for a walk, I guess."

It was a moonlit night, and the beach seemed to come alive in the soft, silvery glow.

The sand was a pale, shimmering gold, like a celestial carpet stretching out beneath my feet. It felt like the waves, bathed in moonlight, were whispering secrets as they gently lapped at the shore.

They carried with them the lullaby of the sea, a soothing melody that seemed to caress the very edges of my consciousness. Each ripple in the water sparkled with bioluminescent magic, leaving trails of faint, ethereal light in their wake.

I wasn't fooled, though. I'd seen how quickly that water could turn against you. Kind of like everything else on the island, it looked pretty, but I knew that in the right situation, it would show me just how deadly it was.

Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their fronds rustling like whispers in the night. Their silhouettes danced against the backdrop of a star-studded sky.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Barely ten yards into my walk, I swiveled my head and saw Calypso working in her garden, off in the distance. I scooped up my scythe and ran toward her before she could disappear again.

"Calypso!" I called as I got closer. The blood in my ears roared as I got closer to her, and I saw the gentle swell of her smile in the moonlight. "Hey!"

"Percy," She greeted quietly. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. There was a slight lag to her movements. She seemed really tired. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Where have you been?" I panted. "I haven't seen you in, like, five days."

"Oh. Yes," Calypso nodded, a strand of hair falling out of her bun and dangling in front of her face. Sighing, she gently placed a pot with some glowing yellow flowers on the ground. She wiped her hands on her dress. "I didn't think you would want to see me."

"What?" I replied incredulously. I felt a surge of energy fizzle through my body, and a smile formed on my face as I took in some deep breaths. Being this close to her, the air felt dangerously charged for some reason. "Why wouldn't I want to see you?"

"I promised to get you off the island," Calypso's lip trembled at the end of her sentence. She gestured around the island. "And…now you're stuck here, as I am."

"That wasn't your fault," I stepped a bit closer to her. "I thought we established that you weren't an evil sorceress already. My, uh, lack of hamster body kind of speaks to that."

"I suppose," Calypso fought a smile. She looked up, and I noticed the redness around her eyes. My stomach dropped a little—was that because of me? "Still, though…it was never my intention to have you trapped here, as I have been. Believe me, I swear I don't know what could've happened. The only way the raft is made to malfunction is if I, myself, attempt to escape the island with it. It has never, ever reacted that way."

"I mean, I know I don't have a perfect memory, or whatever, but I'm pretty sure I'd remember you getting on there with me," I replied, scratching the back of my neck. "It was just me and scythey. Scytheo? I'm not sold on any names yet."

The scythe hummed, and I nodded toward it, "Yeah, he's not sold, either. We're workshopping some stuff."

"Wait," Calypso said, striding forward. Her eyes were hooked to the curve of my scythe, and her eyebrows scrunched together. "How long have you had this scythe?"

"Since I got here," I tried not to back away from Calypso. Her expression was intense with a capital I. For some reason, I felt compelled to pull it back. The scary look didn't seem right on her face. It accentuated the bags under her eyes, and given the way she was shrouded in darkness, at the right angle, she seemed like a reanimated corpse. "Why?"

"Percy," Calypso's eyes flicked back and forth between me and the scythe. Her fingers briefly stretched toward me, but she fought back the urge. "I've never seen that weapon before. Not when you first fell here, not when I was healing you, not when you were leaving…never. This is my first time seeing it."

"You're kidding right?" I smirked, but the smirk slowly died at the deadpan look on Calypso's face. "How have you not seen it? It's huge! And I've been hobbling around with it, trying to swing it…are you seriously telling me you haven't seen any of that?"

"No," Calypso replied instantly. Her tone changed, too. There was a hard edge to her voice, a roughness that was making every instinct in my body start to flare up. "Every time I've seen you, you've been alone, or swinging your sword. I've never seen this weapon before."

"My sword?" My brow furrowed. I felt around in my pocket, fumbling for Riptide. My fingers brushed past Quintus' dog whistle but found nothing else. "No, that doesn't make sense. My sword, it's…it's always supposed to come back to my pocket!"

"May I hold your scythe?" Calypso asked politely. She held out her hands, and her fingers looked like they were trembling.

"Sure," I handed her the scythe and checked my other pocket. Still nothing. I groaned, "I can't believe I lost my sword. Zoe trusted me with it!"

"Percy," Calypso said, her voice breathy. I turned to face her, and her cheeks were flushed. Her fingernails were turning blue. "This scythe is overflowing with magic."

"Magic? What are you talking about?"

"Ancient magic," Calypso continued, handing me back the weapon. I grabbed it, and it instantly melded back into my hand. A content hum vibrated through the hilt. "The kind that…no matter. Where did you get this weapon?"

"The forge, before it exploded and sent me here. These dog things were working on it. I picked it up before…the fire…" I tried to remember.

My scythe emitted a low whine, and I turned back to Calypso only to find her shifting.

It was as if the boundaries of reality were warping right before my eyes. Her limbs contorted and elongated, and her body shifted, growing sleek and bluish-gray. The ugly snout of the elder telekhine from before swirled to life, and I screamed, stumbling backward.

My heart began racing. My forehead grew slick with sweat, and the air around me intensified with heat.

BOOM!

Fire exploded around me like a cocoon. The flames weren't the familiar orange and red hues I'd seen on Mt. St. Helens, not by a long shot. They glowed with colors that I'd never seen fire burn with before, shifting from iridescent blues to malevolent greens and purples.

The inferno exuded a chilling, malevolent presence that reached out to consume not just the world around me, but my very sanity.

Their chaotic dance was an unsettling, discordant symphony, a cacophony of shrieks and whispers that gnawed at my mind.

Percy…open your mind!

The searing heat was no longer a slightly uncomfortable embrace, but a tormenting grasp, threatening to consume me whole. The flames bore sigils and symbols that I couldn't recognize.

You need to open your mind!

"Fire," I whispered. "There's fire everywhere!"

My scalp itched, and I began clawing at my shirt, trying to rip it off before the fire could get to me. I couldn't let it get to me. I'd die. I'd shrivel up and—

"Percy," Calpyo's soothing voice said. The fire suddenly vanished, as if it had been sucked up by an invisible vacuum cleaner. Thankfully, the monster was gone, too, and Calpyso's pretty face swam into view. Her hands were on my face. "It's okay, you're safe. I'm here with you."

Thankfully, she didn't look creepy anymore. I blinked away some dark spots in my vision. I was heaving even more now, "What's happening to me? That's not…I could've sworn I saw you shapeshift…and the fire was all purple and blue and stuff!"

"I'm not sure. At first, I merely thought it was a phobia," Calypso said gently, her thumbs gently brushing against my cheekbones. She pursed her lips. "A reaction to your near-death by the fire."

Calypso wet her lips, and my eyes flicked down for a second. I swallowed, but my throat felt dry. "And now?"

"Now, I'm not sure," She replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper. One of her hands brushed against my heart for a few moments, and it seemed like she was listening intently for something. After a while, her eyes narrowed a little, and her hands dropped to her side.

"Come, Percy," Calypso led me to the beach with the grace of a dancer, her footsteps barely leaving an imprint in the sand. It felt like she was taking great care to not leave any lasting impression on the sand. Kind of like she respected it. "Let's go to the beach."

The scent of salt and the distant call of an owl filled the air, and the rhythmic lapping of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to our every step. As we reached the shoreline, the moonlight painted the world in soft, silvery hues.

Calypso's eyes gleamed brightly in the moonlight. She extended her arms, kind of like those conductors I'd seen at school plays. With a wave of her hands, a black rug appeared on the beach, and it glistened like it'd been woven from the very essence of the night itself.

"Rest with me," Calypso said softly, and I sat beside her on the rug. My scythe lay gently next to us, propped into the sand. After being alone for a few days, Calypso's presence felt like a cup of hot cocoa. She made my insides feel all fuzzy and warm. "What do you know of the titans?"

My instant reaction was to say 'they're evil' and leave it at that, but I remembered our argument from earlier. I didn't want to make her more upset than she already was. I stared at the stars for a few moments and said, "Not much. I know that they fought the gods in a war a long time ago. And, uh, that they don't think too fondly of humans."

"You would be correct," Calypso sighed, falling on her back and staring up at the stars with me. She looked like she was glowing in the moonlight. "The titans of old didn't think of mortals as much more than livestock. I would be lying if I said this was a sentiment that got any better as time went on. Sure, not all of us were like that, but the vast majority were. This didn't play a factor in the war, of course, but I guess it's still something important for you to know."

"So the gods didn't love us either?"

"Not in the slightest," Calypso sighed. "At first, anyway. Eventually, they warmed up to you. Began to fight alongside you. Fight for you."

I laid down next to Calypso. We brushed shoulders, and her body felt warm against mine. Silence filled the night for a few minutes, before I asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Calypso rolled on her side, so we were face-to-face. Her breath smelled like cherries. "Everything the gods did, the Titans wanted to match. So, when the mortals began lobbying in favor of the gods, when they became enthralled enough with their promises to fight on their behalf, the titans tried to swing some favor back in their direction by offering power to mortals."

"Did it work?" I wondered aloud. "I mean, even if they were offering some sweet deals, I wouldn't be able to look past the whole wanting me dead thing. Especially if the gods were being nicer about it."

"Not really. Some still took the deal. It was presented as the ultimate boon of power, a surefire way for one to gain the ability to harness titanic power," Calypso continued, her eyes darkening. Calypso's smile lines faded into a scowl. "It didn't work. Not exactly, anyway. The power transformed those mortals into something else entirely. Have you ever wondered why there are so many monsters?"

"I thought they just…you know," I pressed the tips of my index fingers together a few times. "Made more. The old-fashioned way. With the birds and bees. Or, uh, harpies and hellhounds, I guess."

The unsettling expression melted into a sweet smile. Calypso giggled and reached her hand forward. This time, I didn't back away. Her thumb brushed my cheek again. "You're not entirely wrong. But even then, you need to consider how they could have grown so exponentially. I'll give you an example. You see, the first telekehines, they were the children of Pontus and Gaea. Those were the originals, but there were barely a dozen of them, if that. The second and subsequent waves of those monsters, including some of the ones you fought, were created out of the blood that fell on the earth when Ouranos was castrated by Kronos. The boon that had been promised to humans was a curse."

"Oh…" I said, suddenly feeling very queasy. "So the telekhines who tried to kill me…were humans once upon a time?"

"Yes. Or, well, that's my best guess. It's too hard to tell now. Millennia of being monsters would have corrupted any humanity they had left. All they can and will do now is serve the titans," Calypso returned. She propped herself on her elbow and looked over me, to my scythe, "And that scythe they were working on? They must've been imbuing it with power, preparing it for the Titan Lord."

I felt like someone kicked me in the stomach with a steel-toed boot. My scythe warbled in the sand like it could feel my surprise. "You mean I've been carrying around his weapon all this time?"

"Not exactly," Calypso said after a few moments. She wet her lips again and her mouth opened and closed a few times, before she said, "I suppose the most apt description would be that, well, they were preparing it for him, but you got to it first. The weapon is keyed to you."

Calypso might as well have been speaking a different language. I could hear her and see her pretty face, but the words coming out of her mouth were getting all scrambled in my head. "I'm so lost right now. Are you telling me scythe is…mine?"

"Saying the scythe is yours is kind of right, but it's not the full story. That weapon is sentient, to some degree. I don't know the full extent of its power, but when I held it, I could tell it had a mind of its own. I'm not very good at this kind of stuff, but I'm good enough to tell it likes you. That it chose you," Calypso placed a hand on my shoulder. "It didn't like being held by me. If I had to guess, that scythe isn't going to work for the Titan Lord now. It's not going to work for anyone but you."

"That's…a lot to take in," I replied instantly. I sat up a little. My brain felt like it was overheating—one more bombshell, and I'd feel it leak out of my ears like an old-timey cartoon. "All of this is a lot to take in. I don't even know where to start."

"I understand," Calypso whispered, a small smile on her face. I wasn't sure if she was using magic or not, but I felt like I physically couldn't pry myself away from her. "Then don't."

"Don't? Don't what?"

"Don't worry about all of that right now," Calypso repeated airily. She pointed up at the sky. "It's a beautiful night. It's just you and me here. None of those things matter."

An uneasy feeling wormed through my gut. "But, how am I supposed to—"

Calypso shifted a little bit and slowly moved her hand from my shoulder to my chest. She pushed down gently, and I dropped to my back—she was deceptively strong.

Before I could say anything, she rolled over and put her head on my chest. Her brown hair fanned around her like a curtain, and she smiled up at me. The uneasy feeling melted into a mix of embarrassment and warmth. "Like this. Tell me, Percy. What do you see?"

What did I see?

Her. She was all I could see.

Calypso's eyes were like two pools of liquid caramel, warm and inviting. I could see about a dozen different emotions in them. Her smile unfolded with the delicate grace of unfurling petals, revealing perfect teeth that gleamed like pearls in the moonlight.

Dumbly, I answered, "You."

"As much as I like that," Calypso murmured, tracing an invisible path upon my chest, her fingers stepping out a miniature waltz. "That's not what I meant."

Her fingers gently caught my chin, and pushed my head backward, forcing me to look up.

I don't even know how to describe it.

The night sky on Ogygia was a masterpiece.

It looked like the kind of painting you'd see in a museum, hidden behind four layers of glass to make sure no one could ever alter it. The kind of painting that was someone's life's work.

The sky was all kinds of shades of dark. It was like staring into the deepest part of the ocean.

I could almost believe that someone tried a million times to get the shade just right. That they stood there, throwing together all kinds of violets, blues, and blacks, until finally—bam, perfection.

The stars, like diamonds scattered carelessly, twinkled so brightly I could almost believe they were within arms reach. Sometimes it was hard to remember that each star was basically a glowing metaphor, with each one representing ancient heroes and forgotten myths.

They hung there, like the dreams of the universe, flickering and sparkling, casting their stories across the vast canvas of the sky.

My mind flashed back to Artemis cradling Zoe's head and whispering her goodbyes.

No, the constellations weren't just stories—to be in the stars was to be loved in a way that transcended life or death. It was to be cared about in a way that said: I won't let anyone forget you. Not as long as the sky is there.

"See," Calypso said, tilting her head. Not that I'd say it out loud, but in that moment, she looked prettier than all of the stars combined. "Isn't that better?"

"Yeah," I agreed, warmth spreading throughout my entire body. Zoe's constellation looked extra bright tonight. "It is. Thank you."

"Of course, my brave one," Calypso mumbled, closing her eyes and resting her cheek on my chest. Suddenly, she said, "Tell me a story."

My heart skipped a few beats. "You want me to tell you a story? Like a real story, or a fairy tale?"

Calypso giggled in that restrained way again, like she didn't want to make me feel all self-conscious. "Whichever you prefer."

"Let's see," I mused, looking back at the stars for inspiration. "I've got one, if you want. It's about a girl leaving home."

"Is it, now?" Calypso mumbled sleepily, resting her cheek on my chest again. She yawned. "Tell me."

"Well, it's about this girl named Zoe. She left home when she was pretty young. Well, actually, it's more like she got kicked out by her Dad. He wasn't the nicest guy."

Calypso sighed. Her warm breath hit a sensitive spot on my neck, and I tried not to shiver. "I can relate to that."

My arm was falling asleep, so I moved it, and Calypso lightly grabbed it and placed it on her back. I could feel the muscles in her back move as she shifted on me. My cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree, and I thanked every god I knew that it was dark out here.

"Um…right, so, for a while, she struggled with what to do. Uh, she got kicked out for hanging out with this guy she had a crush on, and he kind of left her all alone after. Zoe bounced around for a while, doing off jobs and stuff, just trying to stay afloat. Eventually, though, she realized she was destined for more than just being cast out and betrayed. Zoe had her whole life to live, and she wasn't going to stop just because of some bad luck."

"What did she decide to do?"

I knew I was embellishing a little, but I knew enough about Zoe's story to assume some things and fill in the blanks. Besides, Calypso did say she wanted a fairy tale. Well, actually, she said she didn't care, but she felt like she could use a fairy tale.

"Well, she knew wasn't just an ordinary being. She was strong and resilient. Eventually, the gods took notice of this and she was made a huntress, a warrior of Artemis, sworn to the moon and stars. Over the years, Zoe encountered challenges that tested the very fabric of her existence. She fought all kinds of monsters and gods, rescued little girls, and showed them how to be capable warriors like she was."

Calypso's eyes drooped, and she snuggled closer to me. I continued, "In the end, she fought her against her destiny tooth and nail, and saved Artemis' life. Now, she's a constellation."

"She reminds me of my sister," Calypso muttered after a while. "Lipara. She was cast out of our home, too."

My Greek mythology wasn't the best, I'll admit that, but even then, I struggled to place that name. "Lipara?"

Calypso picked up her head. "Yes. Lipara. Perseverance. We were seven sisters."

A trickle of ice worked into my veins. "Wait, what? Zoe had six other sisters too. I knew Atlas had a lot of children, but I never considered the fact that you two could've been, like, sisters. She was a Hesperide."

Calypso's eyes widened, and she suddenly looked more wide awake than ever. Her hands gripped my shirt. "Truly? I think Zoe could have been Lipara, then. What is she up to now? You said she fought against our father…"

The weight of shame and guilt settled on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. I could feel the words clawing at the back of his throat, each syllable carrying the burden of a truth I wished he could shield her from.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what she'd feel…finding out her sister was alive for years, just to find out she died recently.

"She, uh," I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat refusing to dissipate. The memory of Zoe's sacrifice echoed in my mind, her screams a haunting melody that played on the strings of my conscience. I found himself unable to meet Calypso's eyes. My voice wavered, "She died, saving my life. Your father killed her."

"I see," Calypso said quietly, her grip on my shirt loosening. Tears glittered in her eyes, but she managed a smile. "I'm…happy to hear that she lived a fulfilling life, to say the least. You speak of her fondly. Did you know her well?"

"I got to, eventually," Tears made my vision blurry. The idea that Riptide was missing, maybe lost forever, hit me for the first time. The sword that Chiron had thrown me three years ago, the sword that embodied Zoe's power and sacrifice, was gone. Just like that. "My sword…Riptide…she gave me it. And now it's gone."

"I'm sorry," Calypso whispered, placing a hand on my cheek. "She wouldn't have minded, brave one. I know that."

I nodded numbly, wiping the tears out of my eyes. I tried to ignore the hollow feeling in my gut. "Wait, if you were sisters with her, how didn't you know her name?"

"Daughters of Atlas weren't treated very kindly outside of the garden. We all changed our names when the moment called for it. I never knew her as Zoe."

"So, is Calypso your real name, then?"

"No one has ever asked me that," There was a pregnant pause as Calypso gave me another intense look. Her gaze held me captive, making me feel vulnerable and seen in a way I hadn't anticipated—kind of like she was x-raying me. "I haven't used it in a great many years."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I added hastily.

"Aegle," She whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear it over the crashing waves. "It means dazzling light."

"Aegle," I tried out, and she grabbed me a little harder. "I like it. It suits you."

"Thank you," Her voice was low, and a dark expression passed over her face. For a brief second, I swear I saw her eyes change color. Before I could comment on it, though, she smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "For asking. And for the compliment."

I smiled. "What do you want me to call you?"

"Calypso is fine. I…I left Aegle behind a long time ago," Calypso closed her eyes. She yawned again. "But if you call me Aegle, I won't hold it against you, my brave one. It's refreshing to hear…from time to time."

"Right," I said. "Calypso it is, with an Aegle thrown in there once in a while. You got it."

I stared at the night sky, waiting for a response until I heard the soft sounds of snoring. I looked down, and Calypso was out cold, a small line of drool leaking out of her mouth.

I smiled and turned my attention back to the sky, my mind whirling. Now since I was alone, though, all I could think about was Riptide. I wanted it back, more than anything, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out where it could've gone.

It was always supposed to return to me—that's what Chiron had said. Losing it made me feel weak, somehow. Like I couldn't even do that right. I stared back up at Zoe's constellation, the pit in my stomach returning. My throat closed up again. Eventually, I managed to say, "I'm sorry, Zoe."

And then, the weirdest thing happened.

At the edge of her bow, like an arrow, a streak of silver brilliance tore across the velvety expanse of the night sky.

A shooting star?

You're supposed to wish on those, right?

"I wish I had Riptide back," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

AN: Hey y'all!

Merry Christmas! Your present is this chapter, and the other three stories I'm updating today.

Sorry for taking some time to update this one, I had to finish storyboarding a lot of things. I'm still finding the right style for the story, and I recognize that it may feel a bit all over the place, so thanks for bearing with me as I figure it out. I think I'm getting closer, though.

I don't have much to say about this one, so I'll keep it short.

Calypso's backstory tends to vary, so I'll just mention that I'm kind of making my own to fit the narrative. I did some research, and while different stories mention different names, for the sake of this story, the Hesperides are as follows: Aegle (now Calypso), Arethusa, Asterope, Chrysothemis, Erythea, Hespererthusa, Hesperia, and Lipara (Zoe). This backstory will be fleshed out more as my story continues, and, of course, Aegle, Calypso's old name, will have some narrative implications as well, so stay tuned to find out what those are. Calypso in this story was imprisoned for supporting her father, the specifics of which will be revealed later. I think it'll be interesting, to say the least.

Riptide isn't gone! Do not fret. I think most of you will be able to tell where this is going…

Anyway, stay tuned for more. Please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter, and comment your thoughts and theories. I'm very excited for this one. See you all!

- Maroon