The Battle of the Labyrinth: Apollo's Daughter

Love Island? Not.

Skyler's POV

When I woke up I felt like I had been shoved into the bonfire at camp but a hundred times worse. My ankle stung, it was clearly a nasty burn, one that would most likely leave a scar just from the feeling of it.

I saw blue sky and trees above me. I could hear a fountain gurgling nearby, and smelled juniper and cedar and a bunch of other sweet-scented plants. I heard waves, too, gently lapping on a rocky shore. I wondered if I was dead, but I knew better. I'd been to the Land of the Dead, and there was no blue sky.

I tried to sit up to assess my burns, and hopefully find Percy.

I glanced around, Not seeing Percy anywhere in sight. I hissed in pain as I examined my abdomen. It had been bandaged and the burns had been cleaned and salved. I was hit with the smell of burnt flesh but also the hits of aloe, yarrow, and beeswax which must have been the salve. 

I pulled myself to my feet, hobbling towards the fountain. My ankle wanted to give out with every step I took as I wandered closer to the gurgling water.

"Stay still," a girl's voice said. "You're too weak to rise."

I looked in the direction of the voice, reaching down for my bracelet but finding it missing, along with my shield ring. I looked around, picking up a good-sized rock in my right hand and quietly following where the voice had come from.

A girl leaned over a bed, a few white linen curtains billowed in the wind, blocking whoever she was talking to from my view behind one of the half-broken marble pillars that surrounded the fountain. That was till the wind betrayed the curtains and blew them just enough for me to make out the raven hair with a grey streak to match my own on a pile of pillows.

"Percy!"

I threw any cautiousness I had in me about the girl and ran to her side, sliding onto my knees and quickly inspecting the son of Poseidon. I placed the back of my hand on his forehead, he was warm, like he had a fever.

"You," The girl said, I could feel her gaze studying me as I kept my attention on Percy. I figured if she was some kind of monster who wanted us dead she would have done it by now. "Who are you?" She asked her gaze narrowing at me.

"Skyler," I said shortly, holding my hands over Percy, the warm glow of healing magic surrounding my hands. The warm glow stretched, like growing roots as it worked to heal Percy.

"Stop!" The girl shrieked, her hands jolting out to grab my wrists. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Healing him! Let go!" I shook my wrists free of her, my eyes catching a gold glint in the sunlight. My eyes finally examined the girl, she had caramel-color hair braided over one shoulder. She was sixteen maybe seventeen? The golden charm bracelet from my father rested on her right wrist like it belonged to her, not like she had taken it off my unconscious body.

"I don't need your help." She said through clenched teeth. Her annoyance was quickly replaced with a warm smile when Percy began to stir again. His sea-green eyes opened and they searched his surroundings, quickly locking with my blue ones.

"Skye," He said with a relieved sigh. His hand reached for mine but the girl folded it back down at his side.

"Shhh, brave one," she said. "Rest and heal. No harm will come to you or your.." She paused for a moment as if trying to find the right words. "Friend. You're safe here. I am Calypso."

Calypso returned her gaze to Percy, a smile on her lips that gave me an uneasy feeling. Calypso... I tried to recall her myths trying to figure out if Percy and I were in any danger on this island but my mind came up blank as she began to sing. The song was in greek and her voice was soft and airy. I instantly felt tired, my eyes growing heavy. She worked magic with her voice...