love in Paradise [An Epic the musical story]

Washed Ashore

[Calypso]

The water lapped across the soft, warm sand of the island. An armored figure lay in a wet lump of a blue cape that wrapped around the figure like a suffocating moist embrace.  The horse hair plume of their helmet limp and messy.

They lay there for a few minutes, unconscious, mumbling to themselves.

"Delia.....Delia.....," they mumbled not cognizant enough to notice the tall woman, place her darkly tanned hand against the armored shoulder.

"Welcome to Paridise....." she tenderly reached under the hem of the helmet and pulled it upwards, surprise flooding her features as she saw the angular face of a young woman, her olive skin and short curly brown hair dusted with the white sand of the beach.

"A pretty little soldier, the first woman to ever wash upon my home. You are mine, little soldier. Neither gods nor titans will separate us."

She gently slid her arms beneath the girl and lifted her with the utmost ease of a goddess. Taking the smaller woman to her modest home she built near the beach.

".... Delia ...." The woman mumbled in her sleep, a name Calypso thought. No... no she would not do this again. This girl was hers! This Delia didn't deserve her little soldier! She had waited centuries for someone of her own, someone she would never let leave.

She layed the woman down on her large bed, removing the wet cape and armor, placings them in the sun to dry. Leaving the girl in a plain set of cloth garments.

She studied the girl, planning. She would change her appearance,  become slightly shorter than the soldier to look less threatening. Dull her godly eyes, suppress her power. A smile spread across her freckled face as she crawled to the side of the bed and lay next to the  other woman, unblinking eyes staring in wait for her to awake.

She hummed a little in anticipation, a song she'd written for her darling to be. Those times would be different, she'd learned from the past heros that had washed ashore. Had plans, plans that not even Odysseus would've been able to resist, but those wouldn't be needed yet. Not yet, she would make this woman want to stay of her own will, and if she couldn't...... well, there are other ways of persuasion.

She waited for an hour, watching the steady rise and fall ofher chest until her eyes began to slowly open.

🎵"Good morning slee....." she began to sing, only to be interrupted by a scream of abject terror, emitting from the woman's throat, her eyes a flicking around the room as if trying to follow an unseen monster in her head.

Calypso watched in confusion, hoping her little soldier wasn't already broken.

"Scylla!!!! No!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

Calypso logged that little nugget of information into her mind as she rushed to the woman and grabbed her chin firmly and made them meet eyes.

"Hey, calm down, your safe dear," she shushed and held the woman's face, "breath....in...... out." She led the woman's breathing, pushing calming power out through her fingers.

"Your safe, my little soldier," she whispered just below audibility.