In this, you are Calypso…

It had been years. Or however long it had been since Percy Jackson had visited your island. Your invisible servants still folded towels and cooked food. Your white silky dresses the same, and your pale skin and freckles still blossomed in the sun.

Alone.

All alone.

You were on a walk and heard an explosion. Already? It hadn’t even been a millennia since the last demigod came.

You walked briskly to the sound of the explosion and found a charcoal covered injured demigod. You walked tentatively closer and brushed his hair from his face. Blond. Beautiful. A son of Zeus. You felt it immediately. He was gorgeous.

You nursed him back to health, and the churning of anxiety began in your stomach as you fidgeted. You’d fall in love with him in no time.

One day, he awoke. He looked around wearily, and set eyes on you. Beautiful you. Perfect skin, a few freckles, golden auburn hair, and kaleidoscope eyes.

Calypso.

“Where am I? What-“

You shushed him softly.