Leo is used to bizarre situations, but this has to be one of the strangest one of all.

After getting into a bit of a brawl with a pretty but evil ice goddess, Leo was sent down onto a remote island in the middle of nothing. Great. Just his luck. His hands were scraped, his clothes were scorched and torn, and his head was spinning as he crashed down in the middle of a dining table. Luckily, Leo didn't feel any pieces of wood or glass in his back.

He held his hand up to his forehead and groaned, trying to look around and hopefully find a way out of the girly house. Everything was neat and smelled good, so Leo immediately ruled out the possibility of a man living there. Plus, a pink cake sat next to the stove that Leo found himself drawn to.

Dang, he was hungry. It had been a minute since he'd last gotten food. Just as Leo was about to lean up to maybe snag a bit of frosting from the cake, a girl came running into the kitchen, her eyes wide.

Leo felt his jaw drop. Yes, actually drop.

Leo had seen plenty of pretty girls in his time, but this one made them all look like Cerberus. Gods... Leo felt like he couldn't breath, and not from the drop. Leo knew that she was a nymph from how beautiful she was. No mortal could compare.

She was wearing clothes that hung loose on her body, a long sea-green skirt and a white blouse, looking truly awesome. Her hair was slightly damp as it framed her face, curling in towards the cute puff of her cheeks and the outward pout of her lips. A beaded necklace fell gracefully over her waist, her face the most beautiful thing Leo had ever seen despite her eyes and lips being rounded in surprise.

Leo let out a nervous laugh, realizing how he must look right now. "Hey, lady," He started to talk, trying to keep his eyes on hers. "Uh..." He looked back at her completely destroyed dining table. "Sorry about that. Is this your island, or...?"