Through Another's Eyes

Chapter 4- Calypso

I knew that there was something special about young Percy Jackson. Of course, all the men who have landed on Ogygia were special, rare creatures, superior to average, everyday men. They were heroes. But young Perseus, he was different than them, better in fact. He cared about people in a way that was entirely new to me. Percy was selfless, and loyal, and though he knew that leaving the island was almost the same as singing his own death certificate, he did it to protect and save his friends and family. Luckily, I can now count myself as one of those people, his friends and family, and I am all the more glad for it. Because, one Mr. Perseus Jackson, was the young man who set me free.


Memory Retold:

I was nervously attending to my gardens that particular morning, because I knew that the Second Titan War was in the midst of its final battle, the one that would decided whether Olympus, and the world as a whole, was to "preserve or raze" as that last Oracle of Delphi had put it so plainly. Personally, I was pulling for the Olympians to win out over my cursed father and his brethren, namely the Titans, because if Zeus continued his reign, then I would stay under house arrest, but that was much more preferable then anything the Titans would do to me for not supporting them during either of the Titan Wars. I would rather not have to hold up the sky in place of Atlas, or get my liver eaten in place of Prometheus. I did enjoy my gardens very much so, even though I longed for immortal companionship. Ohh how the Fates are so cruel by only sending me heroes who will have to leave.

Suddenly I was pulled out of my reverie by Zeus's booming voice. This I will have to explain a little since it seems rather confusing. Zeus had me in eternal house arrest, which meant I could not leave my little island and watch civilization blossom. However, he does enjoy gloating. *Thunder Rumbles* Hey, his brothers were not kidding when they mess around saying he should have been the God of Theater under their breath. Anyway, his very modest way to gloat was to broadcast his speeches to everyone in the mythical realm who was not on the council. Yes, that meant that every once in a while my Hephaestus TV would magically turn on, so I could see Zeus, and the council and be informed of major or minor decisions. Anyway, back to his booming voice.

The TV magically glowed its godly hue, and the remains of the Olympus Council room after the War, was shown. I let out a relieved sigh, thankfully the Olympians had won, and my punishment would not be changed. I would be free to continue to cultivate my garden, and heal heroes, which wasn't that terrible until after they left me with my heartache.

Anyway, on the TV was the image of my young hero, Perseus Jackson, in clothes that looked like they had gone through multiple bombings and knife attacks while his body was completely unscathed, hugging his father Poseidon, while Zeus yelled from his throne, "POSEIDON! Are you too proud to join us in council, my brother?"

I thought Poseidon was going to get mad, but he just looked at his son and winked. "I would be honored, Lord Zeus."

Poseidon strode over to his fishing seat, and the Olympian Council convened.

Zeus than droned on in some long speech, while the cameras went to another shot of a young girl, who clearly was a child of Athena, who strode in and stood next to Percy. She whispered to him, "Miss much?"

And he conspiratorially whispered back, "Nobody's planning to kill us, so far,"

"First time today." She replied, and he cracked up. I gathered that this young lady was Annabeth, who he constantly worried about in his sleep while he was here. A girl who he cared deeply for, so much so that I believe she was the main reason he left my island, although he had not confided in me such knowledge.

The camera switched back to the Olympian council, specifically Hera, who was giving the teenagers a dirty look. Zeus continued on in his long winded speech, but now on a different topic.

"As for my brothers," Zeus said, "we are thankful"-he cleared his throat like the words were hard to get out-"erm, thankful for the aid of Hades." The lord of the dead nodded. He had a smug look on his face, and he patted his son's head. The boy, whose name I do not know looked happier than possibly for one whose nature deals in death.

"And, of course," Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering, "we must . . . um . . . thank Poseidon."

"I'm sorry, brother," Poseidon said. "What was that?"

"We must thank Poseidon," Zeus growled. "Without whom . . . it would've been difficult"

"Difficult?" Poseidon asked pretending to be innocent.

"Impossible," Zeus said. "Impossible to defeat Typhon."

The gods murmured agreement and pounded their weapons in approval.

"Which leaves us," Zeus said, "only the matter of thanking our young demigod heroes, who defended Olympus so well-even if there are a few dents in my throne."

He began the awards ceremony with his daughter, called Thalia, who had left his house to reside as Artemis's lieutenant at the Winter Council. He promised her help in filling the Hunters' ranks.

Artemis smiled. "You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure."

She glared pointedly at Hades.

He shrugged. "Probably."

Artemis glared at him some more.

"Okay," Hades grumbled. "I'll streamline their application process."

The girl beamed with pride. "Thank you, my lady." She bowed to the gods, even Hades, and then limped over to stand by Artemis's side.

"Tyson, son of Poseidon!" Zeus called. Tyson looked nervous, but he went to stand in the middle of the Council, and Zeus grunted.

"Doesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered.

"Tyson, for your bravery in the war, and for leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general in the armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead your brethren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new . . . um . . . what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?"

"Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club.

"Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found."

"Hooray!" Tyson cried, and all the Cyclopes cheered and pounded him on the back as he rejoined them. I was happy for the brother of my young hero, for it is often hard to by related to one of such notability, but the Cyclops looked to not have a mean spirited bone in his entire body.

"Grover Underwood of the satyrs!" Dionysus called.

The satyr came forward nervously.

"Oh, stop chewing your shirt," Dionysus chided. "Honestly, I'm not going to blast you.

For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the gods have seen fit to name you a member of the Council of Cloven Elders."

Grover collapsed on the spot. I felt sorry for the young satyr, but was immensely proud that the Council of Cloven Elders will have some young blood in the mix. Because the old satyrs were too stuck in the past, and form what Percy explained to be about Manhattan and how there was no room for a proper garden, obviously the Wild needed new leadership to better protect itself.

"Oh, wonderful," Dionysus sighed, as several naiads came forward to help Grover. "Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the Wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please, drag him off before he wakes up and starts groveling."

"FOOOOOD," The new leader moaned, as the nature spirits carried him away. But obviously since no one else in the room was worried, I saw no need to be anxious over his condition. However, I was very interested in what would happen to my young hero, one Perseus Jackson.

However, Athena called her child next. "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter."

Annabeth squeezed Percy's arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet. I felt a little heartbroken at the gesture, because of course I loved him, but happy that he had someone out there that he loved who loved him back, even if the obviously hadn't admitted it to each other yet.

Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is . . . well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements."

Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My . . . my lady?"

Athena smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Daedalus himself. Who better to redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?"

"You mean . . . I can design whatever I want?"

"As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages."

"As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added.

"And me," Aphrodite agreed.

"Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and-"

"All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus." I found it amusing the pettiness of the Gods, and how they wanted to see their own faces wherever they looked. But I had long looked past that, for it was their own fear that locked me away, even if I had never participated in the first Titan War. However it was this same pettiness that has lead me to some amazing moments with the greatest heroes in history, even if they have all had to leave me.

Annabeth rose in a trance and walked back toward Percy.

"Way to go," he told her, grinning like an idiot in love.

However it seams as if she was at a loss for words. "I'll . . . I'll have to start planning . . . Drafting paper, and, um, pencils-"

"PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. His name echoed around the chamber, and my heart metaphorically stopped beating. I was anxiously awaiting this hero's rewards, and if he was to become a god, he could visit me again, as they all have visited me, some more frequently then others, and ohh how I love him so.

All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. All the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, and the spirits eyes were on him. He slowly trekked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at him reassuringly, and I remembered some announcement earlier that day that said he had given her Pandora 's Box.

First he bowed to Zeus. Then he knelt at his father's feet.

"Rise, my son," Poseidon said. And he stood uneasily. I desperately wised to be there to comfort him. But alas I was stuck on my little island.

"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon said. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?" The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't like him, but not a single one protested.

"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."

He hesitated. "Any gift?"

Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but, Perseus Jackson-if you wish it-you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."

He stared at him, stunned. "Um . . . a god?" Obviously this news had shocked him to his core, but yet hope had begun to take root in my heart that he would accept this offering, and he would visit me on my island, and that we could be together again. Finally I would find my immortal companionship. He would come back to me, because I let him go to save the world, but he loved me too.

Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. Zeus, went back to his theatrical roots, not truly appreciating the situation. Zeus continued though, "But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever."

"Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea."

"I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth.

He glanced back at Annabeth. This is where my hope was crushed. Annabeth was trying not to meet his eyes. Her face was pale. Suddenly, Aphrodite overwhelmed my brain and showed me just what this couple had endured, and at such a young age. I saw Percy, a young boy not possibly a teenager yet stumble over Camp Half Blood lines and Annabeth nursing him back to health. I saw their kiss when she though he was going to die in Mount St. Helens. I saw her joyous response when he showed up at his own shroud burning, after spending two weeks with me. I saw him nervously waiting for Annabeth to leave him, and join the hunters, the heartbreak extremely evident on his face. I saw the way that they joked with each other. And finally I saw the exact same look of heartbreak evident on Annabeth's face, as she considered the option of him leaving her forever to become a God. I knew his decision, and I knew that I would never again see him again. The heartbreak seamed just as fresh as when he first left me, to go home to her.

"No," He said.

The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.

"No?" Zeus said. "You are . . . turning down our generous gift?"

There was a dangerous edge to his voice, like a thunderstorm about to erupt.

"I'm honored and everything," He said. "Don't get me wrong. It's just . . . I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."

The gods were glaring at him curiously, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining. And that made his eyes shine too.

"I do want a gift, though," He said. "Do you promise to grant my wish?"

Zeus thought about this. "If it is within our power."

"It is," he said. "And it's not even difficult. But I need your promise on the River Styx."

"What?" Dionysus cried. "You don't trust us?"

By this point I had sort of tuned the screen out. I was wallowing in my own self pity, but I should have known. No hero ever visits Ogygia twice. I was to be alone for eternity, with only my plants for company.

"Someone once told me," he said, looking at Hades, "you should always get a solemn oath."

Hades shrugged. "Guilty."

"Very well!" Zeus growled. "In the name of the Council, we swear by the River Styx to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power."

The other gods muttered assent. Thunder boomed, shaking the throne room. The deal was made.

"From now on, I want to you properly recognize the children of the gods," I said. "All the children . . . of all the gods."

The Olympians shifted uncomfortably.

"Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?"

"Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents," He said. "They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason."

Zeus's royal nostrils flared. "You dare accuse-"

"No more undetermined children," He said. "I want you to promise to claim your children-all your demigod children-by the time they turn thirteen. They won't be left out in the world on their own at the mercy of monsters. I want them claimed and brought to camp so they can be trained right, and survive."

"Now, wait just a moment," Apollo said, but he was on a roll. And even though I knew that I would never see him again. I loved seeing him so confident and sure of himself, that it brought me great pride to have healed him, so that he could go back and heal the world. He continued on with his request.

"And the minor gods," he said. "Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Janus, Hebe-they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at Camp Half-Blood. Their children shouldn't be ignored. Calypso and the other peaceful Titan-kind should be pardoned too.

Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears, and I missed the rest of his speech. I was just so happy. I knew that there was something immensely special about that boy. But I never could have guessed that he would be the one to set me free. My heart no longer ached for the lost loved, but filled with joy that he could heal the world of its past crimes and selectivity.

My tears slowly subsided, and I watched the Olympic Council accept his proposal, and him walk down the Honor Guard of Cyclopes.

And then Tyson said, "All hail, Perseus Jackson, Hero of Olympus . . . and my big brother!"

And I concluded my viewing of Percy Jackson's ascension into hero-dom, with a hearty "Here Here", as the gates to my prison opened, and I was released into what I can only imagine was the beautiful kingdom of Manhattan.


So you see Percy Jackson is no ordinary hero, and those who count him as their friend should consider themselves extremely lucky, because although you may find yourself in a dangerous situation or two, he will go to the end of the world to protect you. No matter what the personal cost. And most importantly, we must all be very thankful to one Annabeth Chase, because without her, he would be dead several times over, and I would still be stuck in Oygyia, waiting for the fates to send me the next hero to heal, instead of working happily at Camp Half Blood, attending to all the future generations of heroes, and in love with a man who will never leave me, an immortal.


Author's Note: Wrote this at Three AM because I have been slacking on my updating because I have been touring Every College on the Northeastern seabord. Anyway, I don'y own the text from the book, but I changed it up a bit, not only from perspective. I know this is substantially longer than my normal posts so let me know if this length is better, or if I should be writing chapters more around a thousand words rather than 4,000. Please Review! I love you guys and Chapter One to "A Lifetime of Unknowns" wich is a rewrite/revamped version of my going nowhere story, "Real World Experience" should be up by Sunday. Check out its prolouge if you haven't read it already. Thank you! 8.9.11

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