Calypso had absolutely no idea where she was. But she knew one thing. Well, two. Thing one: it sucked. Thing two: she needed to get out.
She had known she needed to get out from the start; what if the others needed her help? But security was really thick here, wherever she was.
She knew she was here because she had broken a law, but not really. Truth was, Calypso is way older than 21, she is just so beautiful that they thought she was younger. She had no ID, as they had put it. An they took her to this building.
It was a sad place, but she was used to solitude, more familiar with it than somebody halfway through a life sentence.
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Calypso lay awake. The person in the bed under her's-- the 'cell mate' the man had told her- was snoring loudly. She had slept some, but not much. It had been that way since she got herself into this mess.
And the bell rang.
'It's morning,' she thought, 'Another day of terrible food, exercises, and getting yelled at.'
But not for her.
A guard came up and unlocked her door. He muttered something about a bailout (Calypso was really getting tired of being lost at this point.)
"A what-? Lord Hermes." Hermes stood, now alone outside the opened cell. She easily recognized him - One of the only gods who ever visited her on the island.
"I'll explain later, Calypso. Meanwhile, we need to get you out of here."
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After the Blood of Olympus- Complete
FanfictionAlternate sequel to Heroes of Olympus... The war with Gaea may be over, but that doesn't mean all the demigod's enemies are cleared. Life is is just getting back to normal at Camp Half-blood, until Chiron calls for a meeting and tells them that a m...
