"am i really so forgettable?"

Calypso II

Calypso weaved through her garden and grabbed a stray trowel. She stabbed at the dirt, not caring what she did. While she dug in her vegetable garden, memories arose from the back of her mind like jagged rocks in a calm sea.

Ones she'd tried so hard to forget.

Oddeysue's laughter, Drake's smile, Perseus's eyes. She sat up for a moment, frowning longingly at the closed-up Moonlace flowers near her cave.

I thought he was different. How could he forget about me?

A rustling behind her snapped her out of her miserable hypnosis.

"I think you've punished that dirt enough," beggar boy suggested, snarkily. It appeared her prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

Calypso glowered at him, wishing this was all a bad dream she would wake up from in an instant.

“We are Titan's Calypso,” her father's voice boomed in her mind, “The superior that shall rule the Earth for all of time. We do not cry and show weakness in front of the inferior men.”

But her catastrophizing situation had somehow gotten worse.

"Just go away," her voice broke and his features softened.

"You're crying," he stated dumbly. Calypso internally groaned.

"None of your business," she grumbled. "It's a big island. Just... find your own place. Leave me alone–" She waved vaguely toward the South, "go that way, maybe."

"So, no magic raft," he rocked on his heels, his hands fidgeting on his charred pant pockets. "No other way off the island?"

Calypso felt her patience go a level lower,

"Apparently not!"

"What am I supposed to do then? Sit in the sand dunes until I die?"

Paloop.

Another level dropped.

"That would be fine..." Another thought ambushed her. She threw her trowel down and screamed up.

"Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

"Hold up," He lifted his arms into a surrender motion, "I'm going to need some information here. You don't want me in your face, that's cool. I don't want to be here either. But I'm not going to die in a corner. I have to get off this island. There has got to be a way. Every problem has a fix."

Calypso couldn't believe what she was hearing, not only was he the most annoying hero she had ever encountered, he was the stupidest. She laughed bitterly,

"You haven't lived very long if you still believe that."

He leaned back in shock, giving her the familiar once-over every man gave her.

"You said something about a curse?" 

Bing.

Her patience was now in the yellow zone. She flexed her fingers, wondering how well he could speak with hands around his neck.

"Yes. I cannot leave Ogygia. My father, Atlas, fought against the gods, and I supported him."

"Atlas," he almost shouted, "As in the Titan Atlas?"

Calypso rolled her eyes.

Do you know any other Atlases?

"Yes, you impossible little–" She bit back her profanity at the last second, "I was imprisoned here, where I could cause the Olympians no trouble. About a year ago, after the Second Titian War, the gods vowed to forgive their enemies and offer amnesty. Supposedly Percy made them promise–"