The Demigod Selection

Deleted Scene: Calypso's Promise

This takes place a few days before Percy announces who the Elite are.

Calypso's POV

I knock on the door anxiously, my hair tangled and I'm only wearing a nightgown. The Prince doesn't answer my banging on his door. Of course, it is the middle of the night. I try again.

"What are you doing?" asks the guard who escorted me here. "He's most likely asleep, it's pointless to knock."

"Thank you for your unwanted opinion," I reply stiffly.

"No problemo," he replies cheerfully. "I'm here all week."

I turn away from him and back to the cold, un-answering door. Knowing that it's all in vain, I knock again. This time, it opens.

"Yeah?" he asks while yawning, his dark hair sticking to his face. "What's going on? What's happening? Who's in trouble?"

"May I come in?" I ask, stepping inside. I make sure to close the door hard on the guard's face.

"Er, I guess so," the Prince says, sitting down on his bed. "Just so you know, I'm pretty sure that this is illegal, a Selected being here at night, I mean."

"Then you'll just have to deny it. I have a favor to ask of you, Percy Jackson."

He yawns again. "What is it?"

I take a deep breathe in, knowing that his reaction isn't going to be positive. "I want to know who the Elite are going to be."

Percy blinks. "What?"

"I want to know who the Elite are going to be," I repeat. "And it's for different reasons than what you think."

"Good to know," he says while rubbing his neck. "Er, I'm not sure that I'm allowed to tell anyone just yet. But thank you for stopping by at three in the morning. Hope we can do it again sometime."

I huff angrily. "I told you, it's for different reasons than what you'd expect."

"That doesn't change my answer, Calypso," he says firmly. "I'm not allowed to say, and I won't tell you. That's all there is to it."

I bite my lip nervously. "I don't want to be an Elite."

For the second time tonight, Percy blinks, clearly surprised, and says, "What?"

"I'm not interested in being a part of your Elite. That's not why I want to know."

"Then why do you want to know?" he asks.

"Because...because I'm not safe when I'm at home," I manage to say.

"You won't be going home. You'll become a Three, that's far away from a Six," Percy explains, trying to soothe me.

"That's not the point. Even if I move castes, nothing will change. Nothing will ever change for me. What I'm about to tell you can't leave this room, understand?"

He nods, interested in what I'm going to say next. "I don't think that I have a choice either way, but tell me your worst. I am ready." Percy rubs his hands together in demonstration of how ready he is.

"Alright," I say, trying to prepare myself. This isn't really something that I like to share. "When I'm at home, it's much more different than here. I'm not allowed to leave my house. Ever," I say, exaggerating the 'ever' so that he understands how drastic it is. "I'm trapped there, and that's the way it's been."

"Why?" he asks. "Who keeps you there? I'll tell him off, since that's my job."

I feel blood seep out from where I've been biting on my lip. I wipe it away with the back of my hand before answering. "You."