Heroes Of Olympus: My Sequel

Chapter 1: Leo

A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic, so hope you enjoy. Also, this takes place immediately after Heroes. Of Olympus, so if you haven't read that yet go now. The characters and sceneries belong to Rick Riordan, unless I introduce new ones. Thanks!

The wind blew through Leo's black curls. He looked down, the small island of Ogygia now a tiny dot. He grinned as the wind brought Calypso's cinnamon smell. Festus creaked.

"I know buddy, just land at the first place you see 'k?." Leo patted him.

"You can understand him?" Calypso asked.

"Yep! I'm just awesome that way." They continued in silence, and Leo thought about his friends at Camp Half Blood. How much time had passed since they defeated Gaia? He missed the team of the Argo II , even Frank. Leo thought about Jason's electric blue eyes, and Piper's beautifully braided hair. He remembered Percy's silly jokes and Annabeth's stern look. Leo looked into the distance, imagining to see Frank as a dragon with Hazel on his back, flying towards him.  Gods, he missed them. Even though he really liked Calypso, Leo couldn't live without his friends.

"So, like, what can I call you? Cal? 'Sweetheart?'" He called.

"Do not call me sweetheart. Just call me Calypso."

"Ok, Sweetheart." Leo smirked. She sighed, then lightly kissed his neck. Her hair was soft. Below them, Leo started recognising the landscape, New York. They were close  to  Camp. Leo couldn't  contain his excitement. For the first time since the workshop accident, Leo felt free, he felt safe, he felt happy.

"Festus! Set course for Camp Half Blood! WOOHOO!!" He yelled. Leo heard Calypso giggle behind him. Her hands were warm around his waist. His hands were trembling with excitement, so he took out a few tools from his belt and started fiddling.

          He checked on Calypso, her amber hair shining in the sunlight. Her face was still smudged with grime, and her clothes were dirty, but she looked as happy as ever. He took a mirror out of his tool belt, and saw his face full of dirt and his super messy hair. He had changed so much since joining Camp Half Blood, gone on so many adventures. He  wasn't the scared  little boy standing next to Tià Callida, AKA Hera AKA Juno.

"Do you have a needle and string? Or weaving materials?" She asked, her voice gentle. Leo pulled out whatever he wanted from that belt and passed her the things. He wanted to kiss her again, but pushed those thoughts away. Calypso started weaving, and she made Leo a new shirt. He said he  would put it on later; the shirt he had on reminded him  of defeating Gaia. Calypso  put her hands back around Leo's waist.

Soon, her grip became slack, and Leo looked back, seeing that she'd fallen asleep. He chuckled to himself, and realised how pretty she was asleep. Her caramel coloured  hair was still tied in a messy bun, but the loose strands were spread on her arm she was sleeping on. Her face was peaceful and timeless. She had fallen asleep leaning on Leo's shoulder. He felt like nothing could go wrong, life was awesome.

For the millionth time, Leo spoke too soon.