A/N: Hey guys! I am SOOOO sorry that I haven't updated in a long time! I was busy with finals, then there was Christmas, and then I had strep throat, and yeah. BUT I am back now! I will try to start updating this regularly again. I went back and read the story and decided that nothing important was happening in these time period, so I am fast forwarding to where Percy and Annabeth are 15, Nico is 12, Thalia and Aine are 24( :o wow), and Luke is an adult! This is four years. This story is gonna start to speed up now towards the climax because it feels like it is dragging on. ENJOY!

I didn't really want to continue with Percy's story in the house this chapter so I decided to introduce Calypso!

Note: A reviewer pointed out that I had said that Kronos had Multiple Personality Disorder or Borderline Personality Disorder. THAT IS WRONG! It is actually Dissociative Identity Disorder. Thanks for pointing this out!

Four years later...

Third person POV:

Calypso let out a small yelp as she tripped, yet again, over her long dress. Her knees hit the pavement with a thud, but she stood up and continued to run. Her caramel hair was flying around her, blocking her eyesight, as she dashed through another alley again. Her mind wandered and her lungs filled with panic. All she wanted was to go back. To go back and change everything.

A few days previously...

Calypso sat at her bed, drawing on the thick, yellow pad of paper that her art teacher had given her to draw on for her birthday. She was at Clarion Ladies Academy.

She had never known her mother, and once she was ten, her father decided that he had had enough and sent her off here in order to learn how to be a "proper lady" in his words.

Calypso hated it here. The girls were snobbish, the teachers didn't accept her, and she had no friends other than her art teacher. His name was Mr. H. He had shown Calypso around on her first day, and later, when she walked into his classroom, he befriended her. Art was the only class she could stand.

She was drawing a boy, like usual. Sometimes she would get an urge to draw a boy that she had never seen or pictured before. A vision like-picture would pervade her mind, and it would muddle everything else until she captured it on paper.

This boy was small and elfish. His hair was curled and dark. He appeared Latino. There was a smirk plastered on his face, as if he had just said something witty. His hands were blurry, as if they were always fidgeting.

There was something else though. Something deeper in his eyes. As if fear was etched into his past, present, and future, and he was well aware of it. She had seen this in the last boy she had drawn. Percy.

After she finished drawing, they were named. This new boy was Leo. It was fitting as it meant lion. He was a fiery boy. She could tell by looking at him. He could burn as an aid, or he could destroy everything. Leo was dangerous indeed.

After she finished drawing, she looked at the clock. It was 2:37 AM. She didn't share the room with anybody. It was quite lonely only having a teacher to talk to.

Calypso sighed and walked to her window. She slid the glass up and stuck her head out. A smile overcame her frown as the wind rejuvenated her.

Leo's picture was grasped in her right fist. She extended her arm out as far is it would reach and released her grasp, letting the picture be carried off by the wind, just as she had wished to happen to herself.

She never kept her drawings. She felt that if they stayed with her in her room that they too would yearn to be free. She didn't want to share her burden. Sometimes, she felt as if the pictures were alive somewhere. She hoped they were, and she hoped that they were content.

The next morning...

Calypso sighed as she stirred her bland oatmeal around with a silver spoon. She was sitting in the cafeteria of her school, alone as usual. He caramel hair was braided down her back neatly, and her usual long dress was starch white and wrinkle-free.

It was a boring day, so naturally, she was bored. She talked to no one and no one talked to her. Sometimes it felt as if a curse had been cast upon Calypso. She was invisible to all.

She had thought about leaving and running to someplace new, but she had nowhere to run to. Her mom was dead and her dad would refuse her. She was stuck in her hole, alone.

Calypso monotonously went through her day. She doodled in classes and ignored her teachers. Another boring day at the Academy.

At dinner time, she noticed two strange men sitting at a table. One was tall and skinny. The other was large and muscular. They always appeared to be staring right at her. What did they want? Calypso narrowed her eyes at them.

For the rest of the meal, they stared at her, and she stared at them. Calypso thought they might be some sort of counselors trying to 'help' her or something. The headmaster would often call her down to his office and barrage her with questions about why she wasn't 'actively participating,' as he put it. She would just laugh him off, never telling him anything. Now she thought he might have decided to take it to the next level.

Calypso chuckled. Let them try, she thought. Let them try to make me go all mushy and tell them all of my problems. As if.

After dinner, Calypso went straight to her dorm room and began to draw another picture of Leo. In the previous picture, he had been grinning and happy. The new picture showed him slouched in a corner, his head hung in defeat. She wished she could reach out and be with him, to give him a hug. She was being ridiculous, though. Her and Leo would never meet each other. Calypso was isolated from everyone, never to make contact with the ones she loved.

After she was finished with the drawing, she was preparing herself to let it go in the breeze. Before her fingers uncurled around the paper however, she noticed two silhouettes standing in the courtyard below. The same men from dinner. And they were staring right at Calypso. It wasn't normal for people to show so much interest in her.

She closed the window and fell to sleep on her bed, Leo's picture still clenched in her hand.

The next day, Calypso saw the two men everywhere she went. In the halls, at breakfast, outside her classrooms, at lunch. Every time she saw them, she diverted her eyes to the floor in an attempt to escape the tall one's gaze. His eyes were gold and the scariest eyes she had ever seen.

At dinner, they were there again, staring at her as she ate. After dinner, they got up and left. Calypso decided to follow them.

She winded through students until she reached the school's front doors. Through the glass, she could see them walking across the front landscaping. Calypso wanted to follow them, to figure out who they were, but she didn't want to get in trouble or get hurt. Her curiosity won over her and she followed them out the front doors.

For twenty minutes, she followed them through the winding streets. At corners, she hid behind garbage cans before swiftly running across the street behind them. After awhile, she was panting hard and needed to rest. She sat on a nearby bench and placed her head in her hands.

She was a half an hour from school, at night, with nobody around other than the two creepy men she was following. Calypso was horribly lost and wished she would've just stayed at school. She decided that crying on a bench wouldn't help, so she stood up and prepared to head back.

The two men had disappeared from her vision, so she headed in the direction she had came from. Her long dress was horribly thin and offered no protection from the bitter wind. Calypso began to jog to try and get a little warmer.

As she jogged, she constantly glanced over her shoulder. She felt as if she was being watched by someone. She ran a little faster, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Her breathing deepened and a cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Calypso snapped her head to the right and widened her eyes as she saw the two men staring at her from a parked car. A small scream escaped her mouth and she began to sprint as fast as she could. Anything to escape those men.

She heard a car starting as she dashed through an alleyway. Running through confusing paths might help her lose them. She stumbled a little over her dress as she made a sharp right out of the alley.

Calypso heard the car in the distance and knew that she would soon be caught. She let out a small yelp as she tripped, yet again, over her long dress. Her knees hit the pavement with a thud, but she stood up and continued to run. Her caramel hair was flying around her, blocking her eyesight, as she dashed through another alley.

The car would reach her any moment. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, trying to get the tears out of her eyes. Crying would do nothing to help her.

Her lungs burned and she was desperate to stop and breathe, but she couldn't. The car was next to her now.

A tear fell from her eye as the bigger of the two men stepped out and twisted her arms behind her back. Calypso was hysterical now, saying, "I don't wanna go!" over and over again. A needle was lodged in her arm, and she went limp in his arms.

I don't want to go...

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