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The Ever Twisting Wind: The Gaean War
Interlude: Bittersweet Ogygian Love
Beta:
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Leo's scream tore through the air as he tumbled helplessly, the wind battering his face and stealing the breath from his lungs. His curly black hair whipped around wildly, his words ragged and broken as he tried to yell over the roaring wind.
"O-Okay, okay… th-this is b-bad!" He gasped, his chest heaving as the roaring sea below surged closer with alarming speed. "H-How d-did it c-come to this?"
His mind scrambled for answers, his thoughts a chaotic mess. Khione. Zethes. Calais. The icy trio had stormed the Argo II like a blizzard on steroids, but Khione? She was supposed to be dead. Dead! How in Hades' name was she here, alive and unleashing chaos like she hadn't been obliterated?
"Sh-She was d-dead!" He rasped, his words snatched away by the wind.
And not just any death. Khione had been obliterated by Andromeda Aurae, the smoking hot, perpetually naked goddess of the Wild, who had shown up during the chaos at the Wolf House like some kind of primal avenging angel. Andromeda had made short work of Khione, her divine power and, well, everything else leaving a permanent impression on Leo.
"S-She w-was a g-goner!" He croaked. "H-How's she b-back?!"
Leo groaned, flailing helplessly as the rushing air tore past him, the sea below drawing alarmingly closer with every second. His thoughts spun in frantic disarray, a mix of panic and disbelief.
"A-And I thought sh-she was h-hot? W-What was I t-thinking? N-not Andromeda- Khione! K-Khione!" He stammered, the name catching in his throat just as he plunged into a thick bank of Mist, its cold embrace momentarily shrouding the chaos of his fall.
Gravity, however, wasn't about to grant him a reprieve, and neither was his brain. In the blink of an eye, the Mist parted, revealing not the sea below, but an island rising rapidly to meet him. Amidst his spiraling panic, he thought he heard a beautiful giggle, soft and melodic, followed by a whisper so faint he almost dismissed it as his imagination: "All the best, to the both of you."
The words made no sense, their meaning slipping past Leo's grasp like smoke on the wind. He wasn't even sure if he had truly heard them or if his panicked mind had imagined the soft whisper entirely. His breath hitched in terrified shock, his chest tightening as the island below rushed toward him with alarming speed. Whatever the whisper had meant, it was lost amidst his growing panic, leaving no room in his mind to dwell on anything except the sheer, impending disaster of his fall.
"N-Now I'm n-not g-gonna d-drown! I'm g-gonna g-go splat!" He wheezed, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush as he fought for air.
"A-And no o-one's g-gonna r-remember me f-for anything but b-being an i-idiot!" He screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear.
The ground raced toward him, his fear surging to a fever pitch. "P-Please, Lady Andromeda! O-Or Hephaestus! Pops! O-Or anyone! J-Just d-don't let me g-go splat!"
His descent ended with a deafening crash as he slammed into something solid. Dirt, rock, and sand flew in all directions, forming a small crater that left him battered, bruised, and gasping for breath. Groaning, he managed to crawl out of the impact site, his limbs trembling with exhaustion. His curly black hair was a wild mess, and his normally impish smile was replaced by a pained grimace as he staggered upright.
"H-How am... I n-not... a b-bloody s-smear?" He muttered, his dark brown eyes wide with disbelief as he tried to process his miraculous survival. The pain coursing through his body was unbearable, sharper and more consuming than anything he had ever endured. Every movement sent a fresh reminder of just how close he had come to death. He attempted a shrug, but the moment he moved, a searing wave of pain ripped through him, and he cried out, "A-Agh... g-gods!"
The sound was raw and desperate, his breath hitching as he struggled to recover.
Even through the agony, he forced himself to offer thanks, gasping between ragged breaths. Forgetting to acknowledge the gods might anger them, and he had no intention of tempting fate.
"Th-Thanks... g-gods," he wheezed, his voice strained. "I... I g-guess I... o-owe you... o-one."
Dusting himself off, Leo took in his surroundings. The beach stretched out before him, the sand warm beneath his scuffed boots, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed all around him. The island seemed serene, almost idyllic, but Leo's instincts buzzed with unease. The rhythmic roar of the waves only heightened his discomfort, a stark contrast to the calm beauty surrounding him.
Before Leo could even process where he was, two figures appeared on the shore, materialising in the blink of an eye as if summoned by the very air itself. The first, a woman, left Leo utterly stunned, his breath catching in his throat. Her caramel-toned hair was braided with meticulous care, the intricate plait resting over one shoulder and shimmering in the sunlight, as though strands of molten gold had been woven into her locks. Her piercing blue eyes, framed by gracefully arched brows and lashes as dark as midnight, held an otherworldly depth, seeming to carry the weight of ancient wisdom and an unshakable sorrow that made Leo's chest tighten. Her gaze felt both penetrating and impossibly soft, as if she could see straight into his soul while offering an unspoken sense of calm.
Her flawless complexion glowed faintly in the light, her skin so smooth and luminous that it seemed unreal. A delicate pendant adorned her neck, its faint shimmer almost magical as it rested against the gentle curve of her collarbone. She wore a muted taupe gown that exuded a quiet elegance, its structured bodice fitting her perfectly, highlighting her regal bearing. The flowing pleats of the skirt cascaded effortlessly, swaying gently in the breeze and adding to her almost ethereal presence. Short puffed sleeves framed her slender arms, while a wide waistband enhanced the gown's graceful symmetry, giving her an air of timeless poise.
Leo couldn't help but stare, completely overwhelmed by her beauty. She wasn't just beautiful; she was perfection itself, the kind of vision that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter. How could anyone, mortal or divine, look like that? His mind reeled as he tried to process the sheer elegance of her form, the way every movement she made seemed deliberate and impossibly graceful. For a moment, Leo forgot the chaos of his fall, the danger he'd just escaped, and even his own name. He simply stood there, slack-jawed and awestruck, unable to look away from what could only be described as a vision of divine grace.
Beside her stood a girl who appeared to be around eleven or twelve years old, her youthful presence glowing against the backdrop of the sunlit shore. Her caramel-colored hair flowed in soft, glossy waves, catching the golden light as though it had been touched by the sun itself. Her wide, expressive brown eyes, framed by delicate lashes, sparkled with curiosity, yet something deeper lingered in her gaze, an uncanny intelligence that felt far older than her apparent age. Her pale, flawless complexion, accented by her delicately pointed ears, gave her an otherworldly beauty, as if she had stepped straight out of a storybook.
She wore a simple green gown, its earthy tones standing out against the warm sand beneath her feet. The fabric shifted gently in the breeze, rippling like leaves caught in the wind. The waves lapped softly at the shore behind her, the salty air tugging lightly at the hem of her dress. Her posture, poised yet relaxed, carried a quiet grace that seemed almost instinctual. To Leo, she appeared both impossibly innocent and profoundly mysterious, as if the sea and the shore had conspired to bring her to life in that very moment.
"Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you capable of speech?" The woman asked, her voice cool and commanding.
Leo snapped out of his daze, shaking his head slightly as if to clear the fog clouding his thoughts.
"I... uh... y-yeah... s-sorry. H-Hi." He stammered awkwardly, his voice faltering. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he fumbled to pull himself together, feeling thoroughly unprepared for the encounter before him.
The girl stepped forward, a soft glow emanating from her hands.
"You're hurt." She said gently, placing her hands on his arm. A soothing warmth spread through him as the pain began to fade, though Leo realized with a start that he had completely forgotten about it until that moment. He had been so utterly mesmerized by the woman's beauty that the ache in his body had become a distant memory, only resurfacing now as it melted away under her touch.
"Thanks." Leo mumbled, distracted by the woman's presence.
"I am Calypso," she said, her tone tinged with disdain, "and this is my daughter, Rania. You are on my island, Ogygia."
"Ogygia?" Leo perked up. "Wait, like the place Percy told me about? The island where-"
"Yes," Calypso interrupted sharply, her blue eyes flashing with irritation. "The island where the gods cast men to torment me, ensuring I fall in love with them, only for them to always leave. Just like your friend Percy Jackson."
Her words dripped with bitterness, the emphasis on "men" and "always" cutting through the air like a blade. Each syllable was steeped in a resentment that ran as deep as the ocean surrounding her island, raw and unfiltered. There was no disguising the pain beneath her sharp tone, the weight of countless heartbreaks woven into her every word, leaving no doubt as to how deeply the gods' cruelty had scarred her.
Leo frowned. "Didn't Percy get the gods to grant you your freedom?"
"Freedom?" Calypso scoffed, crossing her arms. "Freedom from my home? I'll never abandon Ogygia."
"Then why are you mad?"
"Because they sent you here!" She snapped, her voice rising.
Leo blinked in confusion. "Me? Why's that bad?"
Rania stepped in, her tone calm and explanatory. "Even though my mother can leave the island now, the curse remains. When a man arrives here, she can't leave until he does. Aphrodite ensures it. She calls it 'giving them a chance.'"
Calypso's jaw tightened, her frustration clear in the sharp set of her features. Her lips pressed together for a brief moment before she spoke again, the tension in her expression revealing just how deeply the conversation unsettled her.
"A chance." She repeated bitterly, her voice dripping with disdain as her piercing blue eyes locked onto him. "As if I'd ever choose to fall for a scruffy, mortal boy like you."
The contempt in her words was palpable, cutting through the air like a frosty wind. Each word was laced with scorn, her icy tone driving the insult home. There was no hesitation in her voice, every syllable delivered with deliberate force, as if she intended to leave no doubt about the depths of her resentment. It was a bitterness honed by centuries of heartbreak, sharp and unyielding, and it hit with all the weight of her enduring anger.
Leo bristled. "Hey, what's wrong with me?"
"Everything." Calypso retorted. "The gods mock me by sending you. If I'm to be cursed, they could at least send someone who isn't a filthy, ragged boy. How could someone like you compare to Alice?"
Her words stung, and Leo shot back, "Oh, sorry I'm not Prince Charming. Maybe you'd prefer some rich jerk who'd leave you faster than you could say 'curse.' You know, like every other guy who's landed here."
Calypso's eyes narrowed. "You dare compare yourself to the men who came before you? At least they had dignity!"
"Dignity?" Leo scoffed. "You mean like breaking your heart and leaving you behind? Yeah, real classy."
"Enough!" Rania stepped between them, her hands raised in a gesture of calm. "There is no need to fight! This isn't the time or the place for such pointless bickering."
Her voice was firm, carrying an edge of exasperation, as though she were trying to rein in a pair of unruly children. But neither listened. Their glares remained locked, each seemingly determined to outlast the other, the tension crackling between them like a storm ready to break. Rania's words hung in the air, unheeded, as the argument teetered on the edge of flaring up once more.
"If the gods wanted to torment me," Calypso sneered, "they've succeeded. You're proof enough of that."
"Oh, great. I'm living proof of divine trolling. Thanks for the warm welcome, lady."
"You're lucky I don't just throw you into the sea!"
"Try it," Leo shot back. "I'd build a raft and sail out of here in no time. Bet the gods didn't think of that one, huh?"
"Mother, please!" Rania begged, tugging at Calypso's arm.
Calypso turned to her daughter, exhaling sharply as she tried to calm herself. "Fine. Just so you know, boy, you'll find no sympathy here."
Leo shook his head, muttering under his breath as he stomped away. Calypso made to follow, but Rania grabbed her hand firmly.
"Let him go, Mother," Rania said softly. "You'll only make it worse."
Leo stomped off toward the edge of the forest, muttering angrily under his breath. The sting of Calypso's words still burned, but he refused to let her see how much they bothered him. As he reached the tree line, he paused, turning back to glance over his shoulder.
Calypso stood there on the beach, her arms crossed and her piercing blue eyes locked on him with an expression that was equal parts fury and disdain. For a moment, neither of them moved, their animosity crackling in the air between them.
Leo narrowed his dark brown eyes, shooting her a glare of his own, defiant and unyielding. Then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the forest, the shadows swallowing him as Calypso watched in silence, her daughter's small hand still gripping hers.
Leo was bent over the makeshift anvil in the small hut he had built for himself, far enough from Calypso's house that she couldn't see him, yet not far enough to escape her obligatory care. By the terms of her ancient curse, she was bound to provide for any mortal who ended up stranded on her island. This duty involved bringing him food, ensuring his general well-being, and reluctantly watching over his welfare. It was not a concern she expressed out of kindness, at least according to her own claims, but a necessity imposed by the gods. Still, Leo could not help but notice the care she put into the meals and the quiet efforts to keep him alive and relatively comfortable, even if she tried to downplay them.
These idle observations swirled in his mind as sweat dripped from his brow, his hammer striking a glowing sheet of Celestial Bronze with steady precision. He was shaping it into yet another piece for his ongoing project, a device he hoped would finally get him off Ogygia. If it worked, he could escape without fulfilling the cruel terms of Calypso's curse, which forced her to fall in love with the mortals who ended up on her island, only for them to leave and break her heart. The thought weighed on him more than he cared to admit, pushing him to focus harder on his work.
Trying to distract himself from these thoughts, Leo shifted his focus to the quality of the materials he was working with. He had to admit, the parts Rania had fetched for him, a combination of scavenged scraps and Celestial Bronze, gave him more than enough to work with. They weren't just plentiful; they were top-tier. Damned good quality, too. Then again, her paternal mother was a Technodjinn, a machine goddess, which probably explained how Rania could identify and acquire such exceptional material. Leo shook his head in grudging admiration. It wasn't every day you met someone who could scavenge materials that rivaled the stuff Hephaestus's workshops churned out.
His dark brown eyes narrowed in concentration, sweat dripping from his brow as his hammer struck the glowing metal. His shaggy black hair clung damply to his forehead, a few stray curls bouncing with the movement. The rhythmic clang of metal on metal filled the hut, the steady sound a sharp contrast to the distant crash of waves on the shore and the soft rustling of trees swaying in the breeze outside. Inside the hut, it was just him and his work, a small bubble of heat and noise against the stillness of the island.
Suddenly, something invisible flicked his forehead, the force sharp enough to jolt him backward and make him stumble away from the anvil. His tools clattered as he regained his footing, his hand shooting up to rub the sore spot with a grimace.
"Ow!" He yelped, his dark brown eyes darting around the hut as if searching for some unseen culprit. The sting lingered, his confusion quickly giving way to irritation. "Hey, what the-"
However, the words died on his lips as his gaze snapped to the doorway. Standing there, framed by the warm sunlight spilling into the hut, was Calypso, her presence so striking that Leo momentarily forgot how to breathe. She didn't say anything at first, but the pointed glare she directed at him spoke volumes, even as his attention drifted to how breathtaking she looked. Her caramel-colored hair was, as always, braided over one shoulder, the intricate plait catching the sunlight and gleaming like strands of polished gold. A few loose tendrils framed her face, softening her sharp features and emphasizing the timeless beauty in her dark almond-shaped eyes, which glinted with both frustration and a depth that always seemed impossible to fully understand.
The dress she wore left Leo completely stunned. The deep V-neckline framed her collarbones and revealed a daring hint of cleavage, striking a balance between elegance and allure. Thin spaghetti straps rested delicately on her shoulders, complementing the minimalistic yet striking design of the dress. The fitted waist drew attention to her graceful figure, while the subtle pleats in the skirt added softness to its structured appearance. The hemline ended well above her knees, highlighting her long, toned legs and giving the entire look a youthful, playful charm. The rich, warm shade of the fabric complemented her sun-kissed complexion, making her seem radiant, as if the sunlight itself was drawn to her.
Leo could do nothing but stare, completely captivated. She wasn't just beautiful; she was dazzling, the kind of dazzling that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter. It wasn't just the dress or the sunlight framing her so perfectly, but the way she seemed to radiate a natural, effortless grace that left him utterly spellbound.
"Do you have to make so much noise?" She snapped, her tone as sharp as the flick to his forehead. "You're scaring away the birds!"
Her voice carried the sharp frustration of someone who had been tolerating his antics for far too long, her tone clipped and brimming with exasperation. Yet, for all her annoyance, Leo barely registered her words. All he could do was stare, his dark brown eyes fixed on her with a mix of awe and disbelief, completely lost in how stunning she looked in the sunlight streaming through the doorway.
"Uh…" He blinked, his mouth slightly open before muttering, "You're… uh… really beautiful."
The words tumbled out of his mouth before his brain had a chance to catch up, his voice barely above a breathless murmur. He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the thought had escaped so naturally that he didn't even realize what he'd done until it was too late. The moment hung awkwardly in the air, his cheeks flushing as he scrambled to figure out how to recover from what he had just blurted out.
Calypso's rant cut off mid-sentence, her lips parting in surprise as the words seemed to catch in her throat. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, the sharp glare she had been directing at him melting into something softer. A deep flush crept across her cheeks, her usual composure faltering as she stood there, clearly caught off guard. For a moment, a flicker of something that could only be described as flattered warmth flickered in her expression before she quickly attempted to hide it.
"Shut up!" She shot back, her voice tinged with irritation but noticeably lacking its usual sharpness. The faint tremor in her tone betrayed a mix of flustered embarrassment and unexpected gratification at his words. Her arms crossed defensively as she tried to mask her reaction, though the pink in her cheeks and the slight upward twitch of her lips gave her away.
Leo just shook his head, his dark brown eyes lingering on her as if completely mesmerized, unable to look away. His usual mischievous spark was absent, replaced by something softer and almost awestruck, as though he were seeing her for the first time. Every detail, from the way the sunlight framed her figure to the way her caramel hair glinted like spun gold, seemed to hold him spellbound, leaving him momentarily incapable of forming a coherent thought.
"I'm just telling the truth." He said, his voice steady and sincere, a rare moment of unfiltered honesty escaping him. There was no hint of his usual cheekiness, only a quiet reverence that even he didn't fully understand.
"You look… amazing." He finished, the words slipping out like a confession.
Her blush deepened. She folded her arms across her chest, though it seemed more out of flustered discomfort than true annoyance.
"Rania picked out this dress for me today." She mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"Thank her for me," Leo replied, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "She's got great taste."
"I'm so scolding her for this." Calypso muttered, her voice wavering between irritation and embarrassment.
Leo chuckled. "Don't. You look amazing."
Calypso rolled her eyes, her face impossibly red now.
"Whatever. I'm here to bring you dinner." sShe said, gesturing briefly to the space beside her. Leo's gaze shifted, and he blinked in surprise as one of her invisible, magically conjured servants moved forward, the tray floating in midair as if carried by unseen hands. The servant hovered closer, presenting the tray to him, while Calypso crossed her arms and waited expectantly.
Leo's stomach growled, but before he could thank her, Calypso's eyes flicked toward a small table nearby, stacked with untouched plates from the past two days. Her glare returned in full force.
"When was the last time you ate?" She demanded.
"Uh…" Leo scratched the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding her gaze.
She gestured to the plates, her brows furrowing. "You haven't eaten in two days. When was the last time you took a bath?"
Leo sputtered, caught off guard.
"I… uh… I haven't." He admitted sheepishly, his voice barely above a murmur.
Calypso sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"You smell like it." She said bluntly. "Go take a bath. Follow the stream downriver about half a mile from where you've been collecting water. There's a bathhouse. Use it."
"A bathhouse?" Leo asked, surprised. "You have a bathhouse?"
"Yes." She replied impatiently. "And don't worry about clothes. I'll have my servants leave a fresh set there for you."
Leo nodded, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Thanks. I'll go after this."
Calypso smirked faintly, her earlier irritation softening as she glanced at him. For a moment, it seemed as though she was going to press further, but his quiet, almost sheepish demeanor seemed to amuse her. The sharpness in her expression melted away, leaving behind a flicker of genuine curiosity at his sudden shift in tone.
"It'll help. Trust me." She said with a small nod, her voice firm but not unkind. She turned to leave, her hand brushing against the doorway as she paused. Before she could step out, Leo's voice cut through the moment, soft and sincere.
"You really do look great today." He said, the honesty in his words catching her off guard. Calypso stilled, the unexpected compliment hanging in the air like a sudden breeze.
She froze for a moment, her caramel-colored hair glinting as the light caught the delicate braid over her shoulder. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, her dark almond-shaped eyes wide with surprise. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, her composure faltering just enough to reveal the flicker of flattered uncertainty beneath her usual confidence.
"Thanks." She murmured after a pause, her voice quieter than usual, almost as if she wasn't sure how to respond. She quickly turned away, her steps light and hurried as she moved outside, the soft breeze trailing behind her and rustling the edges of her dress as she disappeared from view.
Alice appeared in a burst of green binary, her form materializing in the dining room of Calypso's villa on Ogygia. The room was bathed in warm sunlight, its golden rays spilling through large windows and casting a soft glow across the rustic table set for three. The scent of freshly prepared food lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy notes of the surrounding island. This Alice wasn't the one currently with Andi, helping her brainstorm when to use the ritual they'd helped the Sorceress Beatrice gather the reagents for; she was another instance created by her divine abilities. While her physical presence here was as real as it was there, her attention and essence remained partly elsewhere, allowing her to carry out two tasks at once.
Alice's mind was still reeling from the fetch quest Beatrice had sent her on, particularly her uncomfortable encounter with the mortal, Roshi. He had demanded that she flash her breasts for him, a request that had made her skin crawl. Despite how deeply uncomfortable it made her feel, Alice had begrudgingly complied, knowing that the lives of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, two of Andi's closest friends and key members of the Seven, were at stake. She could never allow something so petty to get in the way of their safety, but the experience had left her feeling unsettled, even violated.
In the midst of that turmoil, Sibyl had contacted her with a prophecy about her relationship with Calypso, one that filled her with unease and urgency. The weight of the prophecy settled heavily on Alice's heart, and she knew the time had come to see Calypso again. Despite the swirling doubts in her mind, Alice felt a deep need to be with her, if only to find solace in the face of the uncertainty. Calypso's presence was the only thing that could soothe the unrest that had taken root in her soul.
"Mum!" Rania exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement and joy. Her wide brown eyes sparkled, her face lighting up in a radiant smile as she bounded toward Alice with uncontainable energy. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around her, the embrace tight and warm, a rush of affection pouring from the little girl. Alice, her heart swelling at the sight of her daughter's enthusiasm, bent down to scoop her up in her arms. She lifted Rania high for a moment, feeling the weight of her in her arms, the familiar comfort of her small frame bringing a surge of love. She set her daughter back down gently, their faces close as Rania giggled, still holding onto her as though she couldn't quite let go of the warmth.
As they shared the moment, Calypso approached, her expression softening into a smile full of affection and admiration. There was a timeless depth to her gaze as she took a few steps forward, the gentle sway of her braided caramel hair catching the light. She reached out to pull Alice close, drawing her into a kiss that was brief but rich with unspoken emotion. The kiss was intense, charged with the weight of everything they shared, a deep, quiet connection that didn't need words. Alice couldn't help but smile against Calypso's lips, the tenderness of the moment settling in her chest like a comforting warmth. When they finally pulled apart, the world seemed to pause for a breath, leaving them suspended in the stillness of their shared affection.
"Hello, you two." Alice said warmly, her heart light at the sight of them. She hadn't realized how much she missed them until now.
Calypso's gaze softened as she took in Alice's appearance, her dark almond-shaped eyes lingering on every detail of her outfit with quiet admiration. A flicker of something mischievous danced in her expression, her lips curling into a subtle smirk as she let her gaze travel over Alice's form, clearly appreciating every inch of her. There was no mistaking the appreciation in her eyes, nor the way her admiration seemed to deepen the longer she looked.
"You're looking good." Calypso said, her voice low and warm with affection.
Alice smiled, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks as she glanced down at herself, satisfied with her choice of clothing for the day. Today, she had selected an outfit designed not only to captivate but to subtly flaunt her natural allure, hoping to draw her lover Calypso's attention. She wore a sleek black dress with a deep V-neckline that perfectly highlighted her cleavage, ensuring her chest became an irresistible focal point. The high hemline of the dress revealed her long, shapely legs, adding an extra layer of sensuality to her appearance. The fitted cut hugged her waist, emphasizing her curves and creating a confident, flirtatious silhouette that balanced elegance with allure.
Her short, dark brown hair framed her face in a neat, slightly tousled bob, softening her delicate features while keeping the focus on her expressive brown eyes and the light flush on her cheeks. The way the dress clung to her figure and the way its daring neckline and hemline emphasized her best features was a deliberate choice, ensuring that she presented herself in the most captivating way possible for Calypso.
Every aspect of her look was carefully planned, from the flattering lines of the dress to the way it celebrated her figure. Her smooth, fair skin seemed to glow under the light, and the playful yet sophisticated design of the dress left no doubt that Alice was determined to turn Calypso's head and make an impression that couldn't be ignored.
"So are you, Calypso. That's a beautiful dress." Alice commented, her playful smile widening as she looked at her lover. Her eyes traced the outline of Calypso's figure, appreciating the way the dress fit snugly at the waist and flowed gracefully around her legs. Alice's gaze lingered on the deep V-neck, noting how it accentuated the ample cleavage it put on display, adding a seductive allure to Calypso's already captivating appearance. She couldn't help but admire how effortlessly alluring Calypso looked, the mix of confidence and softness in her demeanor making her all the more mesmerizing. There was no mistaking the admiration in Alice's eyes as they lingered on her lover, a quiet but intense appreciation shining through.
Calypso raised an eyebrow, a playful glint appearing in her dark eyes as she caught Alice's lingering gaze. She tilted her head slightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips, clearly enjoying the attention. The way Alice looked at her, appreciating every detail, didn't go unnoticed, and it both flattered and intrigued her. Calypso's expression softened with a quiet understanding, her own gaze meeting Alice's for a moment longer, silently acknowledging the shared appreciation between them.
"Rania picked it out." She said, her tone teasing. "She has a good eye."
Alice beamed at her daughter. "Rania, you've got excellent taste. That dress makes your Mother look absolutely stunning."
Rania grinned widely, clearly proud.
"Thanks, Mum! And you're looking very pretty too!" Rania said, her brown eyes sparkling with admiration.
Turning to Calypso, Alice smirked, her tone playful as she gave her a saucy wink. "What do you think, Calypso? Do you agree with Rania? You said I looked good, but am I good enough for you to eat me for dinner?"
"Mum~!" Rania groaned, her cheeks flushed at Alice's transparent attempt to flirt with her mother.
"Oh, be patient, you minx~!" Calypso laughed, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment, clearly flustered, before quickly steering the conversation in another direction. "Why don't we have dinner instead? We should eat before the food gets cold."
"Yes, we should!" Rania agreed with a giggle, playfully ushering Alice to sit beside her at the table. The rustic wooden table was set with a delicious spread, clearly prepared in anticipation of Alice's visit, as she had informed them ahead of time. The rich aroma of the meal filled the air, inviting and warm. A tender roast chicken, golden-brown and perfectly seasoned, took center stage, accompanied by a creamy mashed potato dish sprinkled with fresh herbs. Steamed vegetables, including vibrant carrots, green beans, and broccoli, added a splash of color to the table, while a fragrant, savory gravy sat in a small dish, ready to enhance the hearty meal. The portions, clearly intended for three, hinted at the effort Calypso and Rania had put into welcoming Alice.
Alice couldn't help but smile at the spread, her stomach growling in anticipation. She took a bite of the roast chicken, savoring the tender, flavorful meat.
"This is amazing, Calypso. You really know how to cook," Alice said, her voice full of genuine appreciation as she helped herself to more. The food, though prepared by Calypso's invisible servants, reflected her vast knowledge and mastery in the kitchen. As her conjurations, they worked off her skill, and it was clear in every bite. The rich flavors and perfectly balanced textures were a testament to the Titaness's exceptional ability.
Calypso smiled proudly, her dark eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"I do try." She said modestly, though Alice could see the pride in her eyes. She picked up her own fork, cutting into a perfectly roasted carrot, the tender, caramelized edges adding depth to the natural sweetness of the vegetable. Calypso's lips curled into a pleased smile as she savored the meal, clearly enjoying both the food and the praise it garnered.
Rania, ever the chatterbox, piped up as she dug into her own plate. "Mum's right, it's fantastic! You should teach me how to make it."
"I'd be happy to." Calypso replied with a soft chuckle, her voice warm. "You've got great taste, just like your Mum. I'm sure you'll be great at cooking."
Alice raised an eyebrow, her smile playful as she took another bite. "Is that so? You've got good taste in everything, Rania. Maybe you should give me cooking lessons next."
Rania beamed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'll make you both a feast one day. Maybe something with dessert!"
"Now that sounds promising." Alice said with a laugh, reaching for a piece of bread. "I'm sure you'll be an amazing chef."
"Maybe you'll teach me some of your tricks." Rania said eagerly, looking up at Calypso, then Alice. "I bet you both know all kinds of things."
"We'll teach you everything we know, sweetie." Calypso said softly, her smile gentle as she reached for her wine.
As they continued to eat, the conversation shifted to a more serious topic: Calypso's latest guest, Leo Valdez. Calypso, wiping her mouth with a napkin, let out a frustrated sigh, her expression darkening slightly. She leaned back in her chair, clearly bothered, and after a pause, she muttered under her breath, as if working through her thoughts.
"That boy is a pain. I hate having him on my island. It's like being trapped here with him." She took another bite of her vegetables, clearly irritated by the thought of Leo.
Rania frowned slightly, her brow furrowing in thought. "He's not that bad, Mother. I think he's a good person."
Alice nodded thoughtfully, glancing at Calypso. "Rania's right. He must be. After all, no one ends up in Ogygia by accident. If he was truly awful, I don't think the Olympians would have sent him here."
Calypso snorted, shaking her head, but she couldn't hide the faint smile that tugged at her lips. Her eyes softened with reluctant amusement, the tension in her expression easing just slightly. It was clear that, despite her frustration, there was a certain fondness beneath her irritation, a hint of affection that betrayed her words.
"That's true." She admitted, her tone still tinged with frustration. "But I'm sure it'll take him a long time before I even remotely tolerate him."
Alice chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Somehow, I doubt that. You've always had a soft spot for troublemakers."
Calypso shot her a teasing, but dark look, her smile widening as she leaned in slightly. There was a glint in her eyes, playful yet filled with an unmistakable edge, as if daring Alice to continue. Her posture shifted, leaning forward just enough to show that, despite the teasing, she was thoroughly enjoying their exchange.
"I don't want to hear that from you, especially when you're here for a night in my bed." She said, her voice laced with playful warning.
Rania, overhearing her parents' flirtatious exchange and knowing exactly where it was heading, hastily stood up, her face flushing bright red. Her eyes darted between them before she cleared her throat, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
"I think I'll... go check on something." She mumbled, her voice faltering as she quickly made her exit, eager to escape the awkward moment.
Alice and Calypso shared a quiet laugh, watching Rania's hurried departure. As the dishes were cleared by Calypso's invisible servants, the two exchanged a look full of affection, their playful teasing still hanging in the air.
"So-" Alice began, but Calypso silenced her by teleporting directly into her lap, cutting her off with a passionate kiss. The kiss was sudden, yet Alice welcomed it, happily returning the fiery connection between them.
After a long moment of shared passion, they finally pulled apart, their breaths still mingling. Alice, with a playful smile, whispered, "Shall we continue this in your bed?"
Calypso leaned down, her lips brushing Alice's in another teasing kiss, her sultry grin never leaving her face. The brief contact lingered, sending a spark of heat through Alice as Calypso's fingers gently caressed her cheek, drawing her closer.
"What do you think?" She asked, her voice low and rich with desire, the words sending a thrill down Alice's spine.
With that, Alice extended her power, surrounding them both in a shimmering green binary field. In a heartbeat, she teleported them straight into Calypso's bedroom, their bodies tumbling onto the bed for a night of passion.
Several hours later and after a night of passionate lovemaking, Calypso lay against the soft pillows, her bare shoulders peeking out from beneath the delicate sheets, which clung to the curves of her body in a way that left little to the imagination. Her fingers lazily traced idle patterns along Alice's arm, occasionally brushing against the faint marks left in the heat of their earlier passion. The warmth of their shared body heat lingered beneath the thin fabric, a quiet reminder of their closeness.
The golden glow of the lantern beside the bed cast a soft, flickering light over the room, gilding Alice's tousled hair and painting their entwined forms in hues of amber. Alice rested beside her, her head nestled on Calypso's shoulder, her bare back peeking out as the sheet slipped slightly. Her brown eyes glimmered with a mischievous spark, though her relaxed posture betrayed the blissful exhaustion of the night they'd shared. The faint flush across her cheeks hadn't entirely faded, a testament to the emotions and sensations that still lingered between them.
Their legs were tangled together beneath the sheets, the smoothness of skin against skin adding to the unspoken intimacy they shared. It felt as though the space between them had never existed, as if they had always been meant to fit together this perfectly. Calypso's gaze wandered down Alice's form, catching the way the light played across her collarbone and the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the fabric. She resisted the urge to comment, choosing instead to let her touch convey the tenderness that words might fail to express.
"You're quiet." Alice teased after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence. Her voice was soft but carried the same teasing lilt that always made Calypso's heart flutter. "I thought you'd have something clever to say about, well… everything."
Calypso chuckled softly, tilting her head to meet Alice's gaze.
"I'm just enjoying the moment." She replied, her voice warm and content. Her fingers paused their tracing, resting lightly against Alice's shoulder. "Although, if you're looking for clever, I could remind you about that little sound you made-"
"Don't even start!" Alice's laughter bubbled up, a delightful mix of mortified and amused, as she lightly nudged Calypso's bare side with her foot under the sheets. "You're one to talk, Miss 'I'm definitely not ticklish!'"
Calypso's grin widened, her free hand brushing lightly over Alice's back.
"Fair point," she admitted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But I'll have you know that wasn't ticklishness. It was a strategy. Keeps you on your toes."
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Alice quipped, leaning closer, the sheet slipping slightly as her cheek brushed against Calypso's. Her teasing tone softened, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Strategy?"
The quiet settled over them again, the only sounds their steady breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as they shifted slightly to adjust their closeness. Calypso's hand found Alice's beneath the sheets, their fingers intertwining as she studied the other woman's expression. There was a softness there, a vulnerability that Calypso recognized all too well.
"I'll miss this." Alice murmured, her voice barely audible but carrying a weight that made Calypso's heart ache.
Calypso's smile faltered briefly, though she quickly steadied it. She tightened her grip on Alice's hand, drawing her closer until their foreheads pressed together.
"Miss what?" She asked softly, her tone light but her eyes searching. "Teasing me until I'm red in the face, or the way we fit perfectly in this bed?"
Alice's lips curved into a small smile, but the wistfulness in her eyes remained.
"All of it." Alice whispered, her free hand reaching out to brush against Calypso's cheek. "You."
Calypso's brow furrowed slightly, her voice soft but curious. "What do you mean by that?"
Alice hesitated for a moment, her thumb lightly grazing Calypso's cheekbone before she spoke. "Sibyl told me... this is the last time we'll be like this."
Calypso's frown deepened, her alarm sharpening at Alice's words. The last time they would be lovers? The goddess she shared a child with? The one she fully intended to make her wife? Impossible! What Alice was saying was utterly impossible. They hadn't taken that step yet, but there was no doubt in her mind that they would. Her voice carried an edge of urgency as she demanded, "What are you talking about? Explain."
Alice drew in a slow breath, her gaze steady but tinged with sadness. "We'll still be friends, Calypso. Maybe even lovers sometimes. But... you've found your true love."
Calypso let out a sharp scoff, propping herself up on one elbow as she stared down at Alice. "Are you seriously talking about that Valdez boy? That scrappy little mechanic?"
Alice gave a small nod, her expression unreadable. "Yes, I am."
Calypso groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're being foolish. I hate him."
Alice smiled faintly, her tone patient but knowing. "That will change. You know it will."
The certainty in Alice's voice left Calypso momentarily silent, her thoughts swirling in chaotic denial. Deep down, she knew Alice was right. She always ended up falling for the men who found their way to her island, no matter how fiercely she tried to resist them. It was an unshakable truth she despised, a pattern she could never escape. Yet admitting that felt like surrendering to something she wasn't ready to face. Even if she did come to love Valdez, how could she possibly love him more than she loved Alice now? The very idea felt like a betrayal, like tearing apart the bond they had built.
But then, a quieter thought crept into her mind, unsettling her further. How much did she truly love Alice? Alice was her first true lover in centuries, a beacon of passion and companionship she hadn't realized she longed for until it was there. They shared Rania, their beautiful daughter, who bound them together in a way that few could understand. But beyond their bond as mothers and the fiery moments they spent tangled together in bed, what did they truly share? What was there between them in the quiet moments, outside of passion and duty?
That question settled like a stone in Calypso's chest. The fact that she couldn't immediately find an answer spoke volumes. Her silence felt damning, and it gnawed at her, forcing her to confront the gaps she hadn't wanted to acknowledge. Had she been holding onto the idea of Alice as much as the reality of her? The uncertainty made her breath hitch, but she shoved it down, unwilling to face the full weight of it. Not here, not now.
Alice reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.
"I know you might not want to like him right now." She said gently. "But try. Trust me, Calypso. It will be worth it."
Calypso let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.
"I know," she admitted quietly. "And I will try."
Alice's smile softened, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. "That's all I can ask."
Calypso tilted her head, a sly grin creeping across her lips as her fingers lightly danced over Alice's arm. The golden glow of the lantern beside them cast a soft warmth over the bed, highlighting the playful gleam in her eyes.
"But let's not talk about some boy right now. Not when we're naked and in bed together." She said, her voice low and teasing, each word carrying an undeniable note of suggestion.
Alice chuckled, the sound light and warm, her brown eyes glinting with amusement and affection.
"Does that mean what I think it does?" She asked, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
Calypso didn't bother with a verbal answer. Instead, she shifted gracefully, her movements fluid and unhurried as she gently pushed Alice onto her back. The sheets slipped lower, revealing more of her sun-kissed skin as she leaned over her lover, her golden hair falling like a shimmering curtain around them. She let her lips trail soft, deliberate kisses along Alice's collarbone, the faintest hum of satisfaction escaping her as she felt Alice shiver beneath her touch.
"Only," she murmured between kisses, her voice soft and inviting as it brushed against Alice's skin, "if you want another round?"
Alice's response was immediate, her soft moan of approval leaving no room for doubt. Her fingers found their way into Calypso's hair, tangling in the golden strands as she gently tugged, pulling Calypso closer.
"That's exactly what I want." She murmured happily, her voice a mixture of longing and delight.
Calypso smiled against Alice's skin as she continued her journey, trailing kisses down her lover's shoulder and further along her body. Each touch was unhurried, filled with a mix of tenderness and playfulness, as if she intended to savor every second. The air between them grew warmer, the soft rustle of the sheets and the quiet murmurs of shared affection filling the room.
Alice tilted her head back against the pillows, her breathing growing heavier as Calypso's kisses wandered lower. Her hands tightened their grip in Calypso's hair, her back arching slightly in response to each gentle press of lips against her skin. The world outside their small sanctuary melted away entirely, leaving only the two of them cocooned in the intimacy of their shared moment.
The lantern's light flickered, casting their entwined forms in a soft, golden glow as they gave themselves over to the unspoken promise in Calypso's touch. For now, there was no need for words. Only the closeness of their bodies, the electric connection that bound them, and the quiet certainty that, in this moment, they belonged solely to one another.
The following morning and after her paternal mother had departed, Rania followed her mother, Calypso, along the winding paths of Ogygia to visit Leo Valdez again. Her golden-brown eyes shimmered with curiosity as she glanced at the neatly folded bundle in Mother's hands. Her mother, as always, carried herself with poised elegance, her caramel-colored braid resting neatly against her back, with a few loose strands framing her face. Mother's deep blue eyes were calm yet sharp, her flawless skin glowing faintly in the morning light.
Despite her composed exterior, Rania could sense a certain tension in her mother's movements, as though the task ahead unsettled her more than she cared to admit. Had something happened last night between her Mum and Mother? It seemed the only possibility. But what could have happened that involved Leo?
When they arrived at Leo's makeshift workshop near the edge of the island, Rania's gaze shifted to the inventor. Leo was hunched over a strange metal contraption, his curly black hair wild and untamed, giving him an effortlessly boyish charm. His warm tan complexion caught the light streaming through the open doorway, highlighting the boundless energy that seemed to radiate from him. His dark brown eyes, filled with excitement and mischief, lit up as he noticed their arrival, hinting at the endless stream of ideas constantly turning in his mind.
A grin spread across his angular face, his sharp cheekbones and slightly pointed chin adding a distinct sharpness to his features, softened by the warmth of his expression. He wore a crisp white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with black trousers held in place by vibrant red suspenders. Around his waist was his magical leather tool belt, its enchanted pockets faintly shimmering with hidden power. The belt seemed to defy logic, holding far more tools and gadgets than its size should allow, each item responding to his touch as if attuned to his thoughts. A pair of goggles rested loosely around his neck, and his scuffed brown leather boots, marked with the wear of countless hours of work, completed his look. Everything about him, from the faint glow of his enchanted belt to the infectious energy of his grin, reflected the spirit of a resourceful and inventive genius, ready to take on any challenge.
"Well, well, what's this?" Leo asked, his voice bright with humor as he waved them over, wiping his hands on his trousers before standing to greet them.
Mother stepped forward, extending the bundle toward him.
"I brought you these," she said, her tone measured, though Rania noticed the faintest hint of reluctance. The bundle contained a recreated version of Leo's favorite outfit: a white button-down shirt and black trousers with red suspenders, both of which had enchantments woven into the fabric to make them fireproof and prevent Leo from accidentally ruining them, as he had with the other clothes Mother had made for him.
Leo's grin widened as he took the bundle, his dark brown eyes alight with curiosity and delight. He turned it over in his hands, examining the fabric closely, his nimble fingers tracing the faint shimmer of magic infused within it.
"Enchanted to be fireproof, huh? Looks like I made an impression after all. You're warming up to me, aren't you?" He teased, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.
Mother's brows furrowed slightly, her deep blue eyes narrowing as if in irritation, though Rania could see the faintest hint of something softer beneath the surface. The corners of her lips pressed into a thin line, her expression carefully controlled, a perfect mask of disdain that Rania suspected was more pretense than truth. She straightened her posture with practiced elegance, her caramel braid shifting slightly as she replied with cool detachment, doing her best to maintain the illusion of disapproval.
"I am merely returning a favor for all the things you repaired on my island." She replied, her voice cool. Then, under her breath, she added, "Alice convinced me to do it."
Rania, whose pointed ears twitched at her mother's muttered confession, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease. Her golden-brown eyes shimmered with mischief as a playful smile tugged at her softly curved lips.
"Protesting too much, don't you think, Mother?" She said with a playful smile, her softly curved lips enhancing her elegant features.
Mother shot her a sharp look, her deep blue eyes narrowing with feigned sternness as her arched brows drew together in a clear warning. Her flawless features, typically composed and serene, now carried a flicker of exasperation that only Rania seemed capable of eliciting.
"Rania," she said in a warning tone before waving her away with a graceful hand. "Go explore somewhere else."
Giggling softly, Rania stepped back and began to look around Leo's hut, her golden-brown eyes darting over the cluttered space filled with half-finished devices and scattered tools. The fascinating contraptions teased her innate curiosity as a child of the Technodjinn, each one sparking questions about its purpose and design. Though she wandered a little, her long auburn hair catching the warm glow of sunlight filtering through a small window, she stayed close enough to keep an eye on the interaction between her mother and Leo, unable to resist observing the subtle tension and unspoken dynamics between them.
Mother turned back to Leo, who had already slipped on the fresh fireproof shirt she'd brought for him. The crisp white fabric contrasted sharply with his warm skin, fitting him perfectly. However, true to form, Leo's knack for chaos quickly showed itself. While demonstrating the functionality of the strange device on his workbench, he accidentally set the edge of his shirt sleeve on fire.
"Leo!" Mother exclaimed, her deep blue eyes flashing with alarm.
"Relax! Fireproof, remember?" Leo said with a sheepish laugh, hurriedly patting the flame out with his hand. "See? Good as new."
With a soft sigh, Rania stepped forward, her golden-brown eyes reflecting a mix of exasperation and genuine interest as she approached the sputtering contraption. The faint glow of her innate magic seemed to brighten her delicate features as her curiosity overcame her mild annoyance at Leo's chaotic methods. Her movements were graceful yet deliberate, her pointed ears twitching slightly as she knelt beside the device, ready to examine its mechanisms with a discerning gaze.
"Here, let me take a look." She said, kneeling gracefully beside the device. Her slender fingers worked carefully, enhanced by a faint glow of magic as she stabilized the contraption. The intricate mechanisms hummed to life, and a shimmering image was projected into the air before them.
The first scene depicted Camp Half-Blood, where demigods were bracing themselves for battle, their expressions tense and filled with unmistakable determination. The image shifted, revealing Camp Jupiter soldiers struggling against the relentless assault of the Kerkopes, their disciplined ranks thrown into chaos by the mischievous apes now acting under orders from the Seven. The Kerkopes, once defeated and coerced into cooperation, carried out their tasks with a gleeful ferocity that left the Romans reeling. Finally, the projection settled on a sixteen-year-old latina girl with piercing black eyes, glossy black hair worn in a single braid, and brown skin that radiated a regal, stunning beauty. Her face was set in unwavering resolve as she navigated countless obstacles in her desperate journey to reach Greece.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Mother asked, her voice laced with sarcasm as she glanced sideways at Leo.
"What? Reyna?" Leo laughed, shaking his head. "No way! She's not my girlfriend."
Mother raised an elegant brow, skepticism written across her features, but before she could respond, the machine flickered ominously. The image returned, but this time, something far darker emerged.
The projection showed a figure cloaked in shifting black dirt, the fabric of the cloak seemingly alive as it churned and twisted like a storm contained within its folds. The material moved with an eerie fluidity, as if responding to the air itself, exuding an unsettling sense of power. A veil of fine dust hung over the woman's face, swirling gently as though it held secrets meant to remain hidden. Behind the veil, the pale visage was faintly illuminated, the features impossibly serene, as if caught in an eternal slumber. Her lips were full and motionless, lending an almost statuesque quality to her hidden expression, while the folds of her garment clung to her form, giving the illusion of a figure emerging from the earth itself.
Rania's golden-brown eyes widened with sudden recognition, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze remained fixed on the apparition. She had heard the stories, ancient whispers of a primordial goddess who embodied the very earth. This was Gaea, the ancient and malevolent force intent on remaking the world in her image. The realization sent a chill through her, and the oppressive weight of Gaea's presence seemed to press down harder, as if the goddess herself were aware of Rania's fear. The air grew heavy with the overwhelming aura of power, stifling and suffocating, as though the very room trembled in acknowledgment of her being.
Instinctively, Rania stepped closer to her mother, her movements hesitant and laced with unease. Her heart-shaped face betrayed her growing fear, her long auburn hair shimmering faintly in the dim light as she moved. Despite the tension gripping her, she could not look away. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, as though straining for a sound or signal in the oppressive silence, but none came. Gaea's presence was not merely visual; it was tangible, a force that filled the room and reached deep into Rania's core. One thought remained at the forefront of her mind: this was the enemy her mothers had spoken of with unwavering resolve, and now, the threat stood before them in undeniable power.
"Leo Valdez," Gaea's voice rumbled, deep and mocking. "Still tinkering with your little toys, I see."
Leo tensed, his usual carefree demeanor giving way to a guarded stance as he instinctively positioned himself in front of the device, his expression sharp with defiance.
"Yeah, I am. And you can shove off, you dirt hag!" He shot back, his tone bold and defiant, undeterred by the weight of Gaea's presence.
Gaea's attention sharpened on him, her aura darkening with malevolence as if she were preparing to unleash her wrath for his insolence. Before she could act, Mother stepped forward, her flawless features set with unwavering determination. Her deep blue eyes flashed with steely resolve as she positioned herself between Leo and the primordial goddess.
"You are not welcome on my island, Gaea." She said firmly, her voice steady and commanding.
Gaea tilted her head slightly, the shifting dirt of her cloak rippling as if responding to her subtle movement, an air of amusement emanating from her. Though her veiled face remained eerily serene, the gesture carried an unmistakable sense of condescension, as if she found Mother's resistance both entertaining and futile. The swirling dust around her seemed to intensify, creating an oppressive atmosphere that pressed down on the room as her mocking presence filled the space.
"Calypso," she drawled, her voice dripping with false sweetness that barely concealed the underlying menace. "When I remake the world, Ogygia will be no more, swallowed by the sea. But you do not have to share its fate. Join me, and I will grant you freedom from this prison. All it requires is a simple act. Kill the boy, and your earlier insolence will be forgiven."
Mother's deep blue eyes narrowed, the intensity in her gaze hardening as she fixed it on Gaea with quiet defiance. Her caramel braid swayed slightly with the motion as she drew herself to her full height, her presence radiating a commanding strength that seemed to challenge the oppressive weight of the Protogenos's aura. Her flawless features, typically composed and serene, now carried an edge of steel, her jaw tightening as she prepared to confront the ancient force threatening her hom
"Ogygia is not just my prison." She said, her voice filled with quiet steel. "It is my home. I will not betray it, or myself, for you."
Gaea's dirt cloak writhed violently, but before she could respond, Mother raised her hand and unleashed a wave of magic. The projection fizzled, and Gaea's form dissolved into dust, her mocking laughter echoing faintly before fading entirely.
As the heavy tension in the room began to ease, Leo let out a low whistle, the sound cutting through the lingering stillness like a release of held breath. His mischievous grin, momentarily subdued by the gravity of Gaea's presence, slowly returned, lighting up his face with a familiar spark of humor.
"Well," he said, his voice carrying its usual playful lilt, "that was intense. You know, you're kind of amazing when you're mad."
Mother's lips curved into the faintest smile, though she said nothing. She turned to Rania, who had been watching with wide, curious eyes, her auburn hair falling over her shoulder.
"Come, Rania," Mother said softly. "We are finished here."
As they walked away, Rania cast a lingering glance back at Leo, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with intrigue and a budding admiration for the spirited inventor who had so unexpectedly disrupted the quiet routine of their lives on Ogygia. By the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mother's lips, despite her best efforts to conceal it, it was clear that Mother felt the same, even if she would never admit it. As they moved further from the hut, Rania caught her mother muttering under her breath, a quiet but unmistakable remark laced with begrudging amusement.
"How brave does he thinks he is?" Mother murmured, shaking her head slightly, though the warmth in her tone betrayed her growing fondness.
Yup. Mum was right. Mother is warming up to Leo. It won't be long now.
Two days had passed since the unsettling encounter with Gaea, and Leo had wasted no time in making up his mind. He was leaving Ogygia. The war was still raging, and he needed to rejoin the Seven. After Calypso and Rania had agreed to help him, they found themselves working together in Leo's makeshift workshop, determined to build a ship that would allow him to escape the island.
To that end, Calypso had woven her magic into the creation, and to further hasten the construction of the vessel had tasked her invisible servants to assist as well. The boat, built around the device that had shown them the vision of Gaea, was quickly taking shape. Leo had insisted on incorporating it into the ship, claiming it would be the key to ensuring he could escape Ogygia, despite the curse that prevented anyone that was sent to it by the Olympians from leaving the island unless Calypso fell in love with them.
Calypso's deep blue eyes sparkled with concentration as she guided the ship's creation, using her magic to manipulate the materials while her invisible servants adjusted and refined the structure. The air around them shimmered with subtle power as wood melded together, forming the vessel's sturdy frame. Leo, always full of energy, moved around the workshop with a lively determination, his dark brown eyes gleaming with excitement as he worked on a new gadget, assembling pieces with his usual speed and precision. Despite the serious nature of the task, his infectious grin never left his face, his tan complexion glowing in the light of their efforts.
As they worked, Leo paused, his hands stilling as he glanced at Calypso with a playful yet earnest expression. His dark brown eyes twinkled with both mischief and sincerity, and for a moment, he studied her with a kind of focused curiosity, as if considering something important. The lightness of his usual teasing was gone, replaced by a quiet, genuine admiration that he couldn't quite hide, despite the playful edge to his smile
"You know," he said, his grin widening, "if you ever get tired of being stuck on this island, you could join me. I could really use someone like you on my team. We could make a pretty good duo."
Calypso raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful but not entirely serious, as if weighing the idea with careful amusement. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, the corners of her lips twitching as though she might give in to the idea, even if only for a moment. The warmth in her gaze betrayed her quiet enjoyment of the playful exchange, though her composed demeanor remained intact
"What, join you?" She asked, her voice light but carrying a touch of amusement. "I have no intention of leaving. Ogygia is my home."
"Well, if you ever change your mind, I could use someone who can fix machines like you. You'd be a huge asset." Leo teased, though there was an underlying sincerity in his tone.
Rania, who had been standing nearby, watched them work, her large golden-brown eyes reflecting both fascination and amusement. She let out a quiet giggle, her soft blush lighting up her heart-shaped face as she finally spoke.
"You know," she said, her voice light but filled with wit, "You two could open a shop. 'Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters.' You could fix machines, and maybe even sell fruit, vegetables, cider, and stew. Make it a one-stop shop."
Leo's face lit up with delight at the suggestion, his dark brown eyes widening in excitement as his grin grew even broader. The spark of creativity in his gaze seemed to intensify, as if the idea of combining his mechanical genius with a fruit-and-veg stand was the best thing he'd heard all day. His infectious enthusiasm filled the air, and he bounced on the balls of his feet, clearly already imagining the possibilities of their ridiculous but strangely appealing business venture.
"Now that is a business idea." He said, laughing. "We could add some mechanical fruit baskets that toss apples right into your shopping cart."
Calypso let out a laugh, shaking her head at the thought, her caramel-colored hair swaying slightly as she did. A warm smile tugged at her full lips, her deep blue eyes glimmering with amusement at the absurdity of the idea. Despite the lightheartedness of the moment, there was a quiet affection in her gaze, a fondness for Leo's relentless optimism and his ability to bring unexpected joy even in the most improbable of circumstances
"Maybe one day." She said with a smile, the warmth in her eyes betraying a fondness for the inventive spirit Leo carried with him.
As their laughter died down, Calypso's voice grew quieter, tinged with a sense of finality as she sighed, stepping back from the nearly completed ship. Her deep blue eyes lingered on the vessel, watching it take shape with a mix of pride and reluctance. The air around her seemed to shift as she folded her arms, her flawless features softened by the weight of the moment. Despite the progress they had made, there was a palpable sense that this was the point where their shared effort would soon come to an end.
"It's time for a break," she said. "We've done enough for now."
Leo, who had been fidgeting with a small crystal that Rania had retrieved for him from the caverns beneath the island, was deep in thought. His hands moved quickly, assembling something around the crystal, though Calypso could not yet tell what it was.
"What's that?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity as she watched Leo's fingers fly over the crystal.
Leo hesitated for a moment, his usual grin fading as he met her gaze with a more serious expression. The playful spark in his dark brown eyes dimmed, replaced by a quiet intensity as he considered his next words.
"I plan on coming back," he admitted, his voice steady but filled with determination. "With Festus. I'll prove to you, Calypso, that not every guy who ends up here will just abandon you."
Calypso's expression softened at his words, but she shook her head gently, the weight of the situation sinking in.
"You can't." She said, her voice calm yet laced with quiet sorrow. "No one can visit Ogygia twice."
The finality in her tone was undeniable, as if the very essence of her curse had already sealed her fate, setting an unchangeable course she could not escape.
Rania, who had been watching quietly, was about to point out how unnecessary all of this was when she glanced at her mother and Leo. Something unspoken passed between them, and her daughter could thankfully see that. That this was a moment where words weren't necessary, and the decision was up to them.
Leo, undeterred, met Calypso's gaze with a determined smile. "You're not convinced I can make it back to Ogygia? I can. I've got a crystal from here that will guide me. I can't start 'Leo and Calypso's Auto Repair' without you."
Before Calypso could respond, something shifted in the air, and both she and Rania felt it, a soft, almost imperceptible hum of magic. They knew instantly that the magic raft had appeared, though neither could see it. The sensation was enough, a quiet pull that guided Calypso's gaze toward the sea, where she knew it waited. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, grabbing Leo by the arm and pulling him toward the shore.
"Wait! What's going on?" Leo yelped in surprise, his eyes wide as Calypso urged him forward. "What's happening?"
"The raft-"
"What raft?"
"That raft." Calypso said, her voice calm despite the urgency of the moment. Without any visible use of magic, the world around them shifted. One moment, they were entering the forest, and the next, they were pushing their way out of it, emerging onto the beach where the raft, conjured by her curse and her heart, waited to carry Leo away from Ogygia.
"Is that-"
"Yes," Calypso confirmed with a nod, her eyes steady but filled with unspoken sorrow.
"But that means-"
"Yes."
"I-"
"You need to go, Leo," Calypso said softly, her voice carrying both affection and finality. "The war. The world needs you. It's time for you to leave."
"But-"
She silenced him with a kiss, one that was passionate, yes, but its true weight lay in the hope behind it. It was a kiss filled with the quiet yearning that maybe, just maybe, Leo would be the one who wouldn't break her heart. That he would be the man she could trust, the one her heart had longed for, as Alice's oracular sister had foretold, the one true love who wouldn't abandon her.
"Go. And like you said, come back," she told him, her voice firm yet gentle as she gave the stunned son of Hephaestus a final push onto the raft. "Like you promised."
Leo tried to jump off the raft, desperate to return to Ogygia, but its magic held him firm. He struggled against the invisible grip, even setting himself ablaze with his powers in an attempt to break free, but the curse's hold was unyielding. Eventually, his efforts faltered, and he collapsed, breathless, his chest heaving as he lay there, but the spark of determination never left his eyes.
"I'll come back!" Leo shouted, his voice growing faint as the raft carried him further from the shore. "I promised I'll be back and I will! So long as I have this!" He waved the crystal he had been tinkering with earlier, the one he hoped would guide him back. "I'll kick Gaea's ass and be back before you know it! So wait for me! I swear on the Styx that I'll be back!"
As the words left his lips, the sky darkened suddenly, and a deafening boom of supernatural thunder rumbled through the air, causing the very ground to tremble beneath them. A sharp crack of celestial power split the silence, and the air seemed to crackle with intensity. The thunder echoed in a deep, foreboding roll, and for a brief, terrifying moment, Calypso felt the weight of the Styx's power settle over the beach, her heart lurching as the oath became sealed, binding Leo's promise to the ancient goddess. His vow, made in the name of the Styx, was irrevocable, its consequences bound by the wrath of the sacred river of the Underworld.
Calypso's breath caught in her chest as she felt a surge of both affection and awe for Leo's boldness in making such a promise. Her deep blue eyes flickered with uncertainty and fear. How could he swear such a thing, knowing the wrath it invited? She could not help but fear that he might never fulfill it, that the weight of his oath would prove too much, and his life would be forfeit to the goddess of hatred herself. The thought made her heart ache with dread.
Before Calypso could reply, the raft flickered and disappeared, taking Leo with it as quickly as it had appeared. Calypso stood still for a moment, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She felt the shift in the air, the absence of his presence, and let out a deep sigh. Letting him go hadn't been easy, but it was the right thing to do.
If only the curse didn't stop me from seeking him out again…
Unfortunately, Aphrodite had thought of that. The curse had been designed to help Calypso find a man worthy of her, someone who could break it and return to her, not one she would seek out after he left. And now, with Leo gone, the curse prevented her from even searching for him. She couldn't go after him without risking the curse lashing out and killing him.
Damn you, Aphrodite! Why do you have to be such a bitch about this!?
Because true love is not easy, the Lady of Doves' voice echoed in her mind. If it was, you'd have left Ogygia ages ago, punishment or no punishment.
Calypso wanted to deny the goddess' words, but as much as she hated to admit it, she knew Aphrodite was right. The truth stung, and Calypso was left at a loss for words. So, with a final sigh, she dismissed the thought and turned to walk away.
Rania hadn't followed her down to the beach when Calypso had dragged Leo there. Where was she? Where was her little girl?
Alice stood at the peak of the highest mountain on Ogygia, her gaze fixed on the horizon as the raft carrying Leo drifted away from the island. With Rania by her side, Alice could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. Leo's departure marked more than just the end of his time on Ogygia; it symbolized the end of her love affair with Calypso. A sadness settled in her heart as she realized that Calypso had found her true love, and that their paths had finally diverged.
Rania, sensing her mother's melancholy, offered comforting words. "Mum, you'll be okay. As they say, there are plenty of trees in the forest."
But before Alice could respond, she felt it, the subtle shift of power in the air beside her. A presence, one that triggered a quiet ripple through her sensors. Thanatos. His profile had been stored in her memory banks from her family's previous encounters with him.
"Thanatos," Alice greeted in surprise, her voice calm but inquisitive. "Why are you here?"
Thanatos, the Reaper of Souls, appeared before them with an air of quiet mystery. His was a tall, striking, muscular figure with piercing yellow eyes that gleamed with an unsettling intensity. His jet-black hair framed his sharp features, flowing loosely and wild, cascading over his shoulders. The dark wings that sprouted from his back were large, ominous, and feathered in shades of midnight blue, blending into the shadows around him. He wore a simple, dark tunic that clung to his powerful frame, completing the image of a figure who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. The faint aura of death surrounded him, a presence that was both regal and terrifying.
He looked at Alice with genuine confusion, clearly unsure of the answer to her question
"Eros sought me out," he explained. "And cashed in quite a few favors to have me come here."
"Eros?" Alice asked, her eyebrow quirked in curiosity. She turned toward Thanatos, intrigued.
Thanatos nodded, his expression softening, as his omniscience filled him in about the situation he had found himself entangled in.
Rania, who had been listening attentively, piped up with newfound knowledge. "Eros is the god of Erotic Love, Affection, and Desire. He has absolute control and divine authority over love, lust, and desire. He must know what he's doing."
Alice and Thanatos exchanged a long look, an unspoken understanding passing between them. After a moment of silence, Alice spoke with a teasing smirk. "You up for a date?"
Thanatos nodded, his gaze steady and calm. "After the war?"
Alice's smile grew, but it held a hint of uncertainty. "Yeah. It'll end soon. If not, well, romance will be the least of our concerns."
"Agreed," Thanatos said with a slight nod, his features relaxed as if the weight of the situation no longer pressed on him. Alice noted, with a small smile, that he seemed to enjoy nodding in agreement.
"I will contact you with the details?" Thanatos asked.
Alice chuckled softly. "Yes. I know how busy you are. I'll wait for your contact. Don't you dare leave me high and dry."
Thanatos smirked at her playful tone. "I wouldn't dare."
And with that, he disappeared in a swirl of shadows, leaving Alice and Rania standing on the mountaintop, the wind carrying his presence away.
Rania, still processing the encounter, turned to Alice and asked softly, "Are you feeling better now?"
Alice sighed, her expression softening as she looked out at the horizon. "A little. And if things go well with Thanatos, maybe I will in the future."
Rania smiled warmly, her golden-brown eyes filled with quiet hope. "Then I hope things go well for you both."
Alice's smile was small but genuine. "I hope so too."
And with that, the two stood together, the weight of the moment lingering but also the promise of new possibilities on the horizon.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
And so, Leo and Calypso meet. And act like oil and fire together. Ah, truly a great pair they be, no? Rania of course being the reasonable one of the bunch. I personally find it interesting that Alice's first sort of relationship ended bittersweet, but it's for the best I think. Fate already gave Calypso her means of leaving and true love. But hey, a little heartbreak is good it seems because Alice certainly bounced back with a new love interest, no? Go Death Machine, I'm rooting for ya!
Nameless: She's got Eros to thank for that. As for why he and Aphrodite, because he answers to her, would do that? Well, tell me, would she want a war with the Technodjinn? How can she prevent it? Love, of course! And with the rest of the Twelve currently indisposed and not in a position to stop her. She can actually carry out her plan. Would the Twelve have actually stopped her? Let's just say they are a proud bunch, and a few of them might be a little too full of themselves to see the reasoning behind her plan.
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