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It was a year after the battle of the Titans. I had been treated badly for most of my life, but after the battle, things were finally starting to look up! I had shown up with a bunch of dead guys who'd helped fight against the Titans! I was a hero! Yeah, right. No one ever likes a son of Hades, even if he does have a cabin to live in. The only people who'd had the guts to stay friends with me and risk being ridiculed were Percy and his friends.

I was on a plane heading for Greece. I'd gotten a strange message that told me I had to visit the old Mount Olympus. I would have to fly through the air, over water. Risky, I know. I was venturing into Zeus's realm, flying over Poseidon's. Even then, I had known it was a bad idea. But something about the message compelled me... It was as if it had been written by a god, and if I didn't go, something bad would happen. Not that that wasn't possible...

When the plane finally started to fly over water, I suddenly found myself falling. I looked up for the plane, but all I saw was open sky. Below me, all there was was open sea.

I was falling too fast, but how could I slow down? I'd never fallen before. I awkwardly moved through the air, trying desperately to slow myself down. Finally, I realized that when I straightened out and fell face-first, I fell more gradually.

After what seemed like hours of falling, I took a deep breath and smacked into the dark, uninviting waters. Because I had still been falling on my stomach, I belly-flopped, but the cold water reduced some of the stinging. I plunged down about fifteen feet - the pressure made my head feel like it was going to explode! Black spots filled my eyes as I desperately tried to swim towards the surface. I noticed some menacing looking shadows in the water around me as my head cleared, so I kicked my legs as I had seen other campers do in swimming lessons. Luckily it worked, and I reached the surface before I passed out from lack of oxygen.

My head broke the surface. Drawing in a breath of the salty sea air, I wondered where I would go. Would I be eaten by sharks or would I simply get tired and drown? I would probably drown. It was my first time swimming, and I didn't know what to do. I bobbed up and down out of the water, struggling to stay above. What was it that Percy had taught the other camper? Frustrated, I tried to concentrate. Oh, yes. He taught them how to 'tread water' so they could stay afloat. I waved my arms over the water and kicked my legs, trying my best to keep my head above.

As I conserved my energy, I scanned the water for something - anything that could help me. Out of the corner of my stinging eyes, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. My heart pounded with excitement when I realized what it was - an island! I had to get there! Maybe they had food!

i desperately attempted to manipulate the water so I could get to the island. I ended up doggy-paddling and kicking my legs awkwardly.

I collapsed on the shore, exhausted. I wondered if there were even any people on this island... As my tired eyes closed, I saw a young girl standing over me. She was absolutely stunningly beautiful, and I realized that she had to be a goddess. Not any goddess I'd ever seen before, though, and I was pretty sure I'd seen them all at least once, at that Olympian council last year...

"You're going to be okay," she reassured me, and as I drifted off, I felt her strong arms lift me off the ground...

I woke up in a strange bed with that same girl looking down at me. Light streamed through the"Where... Where am I?" I asked her.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" she said cheerily, "You are on Ogygia." I must have made a strange face, because she frowned and said, "'Good morning sleepy head' is something you mortals say, right?" I nodded.

"So, wait, you are a goddess?" I asked.

"Well, yes... But I sure am not treated like one... I am Calypso." I tried to remember who that was.

"So... You're father is... a Titan, right?"

"Atlas," she said sadly, "And that is the reason why I am treated badly."

"I'm treated like an outcast, too. My dad is Hades, god of the underworld. Nobody likes me because I hang out with dead people."

She nodded understandingly. "So... do you have anything you are excited to return to? If you wish to leave, I will help you."

"Actually, I don't really have anything to return to. Camp, maybe, but I don't really want to go back there."

"Ah." she said. She attempted to keep voice expressionless, but I could tell she was glad.

"Are you hungry?" she asked. I nodded vigorously. I was starving! She grabbed my hand and pulled me gently down the hall of her little house towards the dining room. Some Nectar and Ambrosia was laid out on the table for two. I ate hungrily, but carefully, too much Nectar or Ambrosia can kill a half-blood.

When I was done, I wiped some Nectar off of my chin and looked up at Calypso, who had been watching me the entire time.

"How did you find your way to Ogygia?" she asked curiously.

I frowned. "I think I fell off of a plane." She gasped.

"Oh, dear. A son of Hades, in a plane? No wonder you fell out. Zeus hates it when his brother's children venture into his realm. Although, Poseidon should have tried to harm you as well... I wonder why he didn't drown you?" she mused aloud, "Maybe he took pity on you because you already had a tough fall."

"I guess..." I said, but I was uncertain. Why would Poseidon take pity on me? I was sure it couldn't simply be because I had already had a tough fall... I put it aside. I didn't want to try to guess at the motives of the gods, I was just glad that I was alive and safe on a beautiful island with the most beautiful goddess I had ever seen (sorry, Aphrodite).

Mount Olympus:

Poseidon walked confidently up to Zeus, who was staring out over the New York skyline.

"Why? Why did you wait to throw Nico out of the plane until he was over the water? You could have, in the least, dropped him onto land, while the plane was taking off, so he would have had a better chance of survival," Poseidon said angrily.

"Why did you save him? Why is he so important to you? He is a threat: our brother's offspring. He is dangerous. You should have killed him. Instead, you put Calypso's island directly into his path."

"He is my son's friend. My son cares for him. My son is the only one who will care for him. The poor child..."

"The poor child!" Zeus exclaimed, outraged, "He is a threat, he will destroy us all if we allow him to venture into our realms. He is too powerful!"

"You are not scared of a mere boy, are you, brother?"

"He's no mere boy. He is a strong half-blood who has many powers. He would be able to kill my children in a moment, if he so wished."

"Ah. Your children. Have you not yet told Hera about your recent... mishap?"

"Don't attempt to tell me what to do, brother. This discussion is not over. Hades will be angry, and there may well be a war if he learns it was you who landed the child on Ogygia."

"I only did it to save him. Children of Hades are not very capable of love. I do not believe-" Poseidon was cut off by Zeus.

"If Aphrodite has anything to do with it, he will fall in love with her. Do you see her around here? No. Every time she disappears without telling me, she is off tormenting another hero with thoughts of love, and I am willing to bet that she is thinking of pairing that boy with Calypso right now..."

Boy, was she ever...

The Underworld:

Hermes appeared before Hades, disrupting his dinner.

"An anonymous someone wishes to inform you that your son happens to have found his way to Ogygia."

"Ogygia... How is that a threat? My son will not fall in love, he is too consumed with thoughts of revenge."

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong," said Hermes, "The anonymous person also said that Aphrodite has been watching the two of them..."

"No! Go to my son, right now. Tell him if he does not return to camp, there will be grave consequences."

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