The New Camper (a Percy Jackson fanfiction)

The dinner table

Ethan and I stood up, dusted ourselves off, and then headed back to Calypso's hut. By that time of the day the sun had started to set, and the clouds had started to turn a brilliant shade of violet pink. She was there to greet us with a soft smile.

"I was just about to come look for you. Dinner is ready, would you like to join me?" She asked.

"Sure." I smiled.

"Oh, and Mr Nakamura, I mended the clothes you arrived in. If you would like to wear those instead of the ones I provided for you; I have them in the other room." She told Ethan.

"Yes please, thank you." He told her. Calypso hurried into her house, grabbed Ethan's dark clothing, handed it to him, and walked back to the table. She and I both sat down and began to talk.

"Where did you both run off to?" She asked as she served the soup into bowls.

"I went to the beach and Ethan came to get me." I told her. "We have to get back to our friends, it's very urgent."

"That's a shame, I do wish you could stay the night. The waves are very treacherous come nightfall." She explained.

I smiled "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

Ethan walked out if the hut in his jeans, black T-shirt, and leather jacket.

"Hello handsome." I gazed at him.

"It's nice to be back in my old stuff." He said as he took a seat at the table. He turned to Calypso, "Thanks for fixing it for me."

"It was no trouble." She said softly.

I sipped a small spoonful of my soup. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." I sighed. "What's in this? I have to make this."

"If you could make this I would ditch camp's dinner and just eat this." Ethan was eating it even faster than I was.

"So how long have you been on Ogygia?" I asked Calypso.

"Many years." She answered.

"I wish I could live here, it's even nicer than the Bahamas." Said Ethan.

"Yes, I'm very fortunate. Some prisons aren't nearly as pleasurable as this one."

I almost dropped my spoon in my soup. "Prison?"

"Yes." She admitted, her gaze set on her hands in her lap.

"Calypso how long have you really been here?" I asked her.

"Many millennia." Her voice grew even softer.

"Why?" I asked.

"My father is the Titan lord, Atlas.

"The guy who holds up the sky?"

"Yes....and when the Titans went to war with the gods, I supported the Titans."

"But, why?"

She looked me squarely in the face with a soft expression that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you support the Gods because you favor them, or because they're your family?"

I looked around, unsure of my answer, then my gaze fell on Ethan.

He was staring down at his hands in his lap.

"Ethan?" My eyes narrowed a bit.

"Yeah?"

"What happened to your eye?" It all came flooding back to me on why he had at eyepatch in the first place.

"My Olympian parent took it from me." He sighed.

There was only one God who I thought would do such a thing. "They did it in the so-called name if fairness?"

"I suppose."

There was something he wasn't telling me. "Ethan, who's your Olympian parent?"

He exhaled deeply and paused.........."Nemesis"