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Atlas , her father After Percy causes an eruption at Mount Saint Helens , he washes up on the island of Ogygia pronounced oh-jee-jee-ah. Calypso nursed him back to health, but Percy at first was unsure of her as she and the island were both very beautiful, and in his experience, places like that are usually traps. Percy first thought she was evil because Circe told him before that Calypso and Medea are powerful Sorceresses. She did admit that she was the daughter of Atlas , but said she wouldn't hurt him. She healed him and let him roam around the island. One night when they were eating dinner, Percy asked her why she always pulled away when they were having a nice time and why she refuses to enjoy herself.

She kept hunching her shoulders to keep the dress from slipping. Her pinned-up blonde bun had come undone in the back and her hair dangled like long spider legs.

Knowing her hatred of spiders, Jason decided not to mention that. Catch your breath, Jason. Tucked somewhere in the folds of her dress was her knife, Katoptris. Annabeth slung her own amphora off her shoulder. She, too, had a concealed sword, but even without a visible weapon she looked deadly. Her stormy grey eyes scanned the surroundings, alert for any threat. If any dude asked Annabeth for a drink, Jason figured she was more likely to kick the guy in the bifur cum.

He tried to steady his breathing. A few hundred yards offshore, the Argo II rested at anchor. Its white sails looked no bigger than postage stamps, its ninety oars like toothpicks. He supposed the island was pretty enough.

A spine of forested hills twisted down its centre. Chalky white slopes plunged into the sea. Inlets formed rocky beaches and harbours where red-roofed houses and white stucco churches nestled against the shoreline. The hills were dotted with poppies, crocuses and wild cherry trees.

The breeze smelled of blooming myrtle. All very nice - except the temperature was about a hundred and five degrees. The air was as steamy as a Roman bathhouse. For the sake of stealth, he had to struggle along as an old dude with bad knees and chicken-soup stink. He thought about his last climb, two weeks ago, when Hazel and he had faced the bandit Sciron on the cliffs of Croatia. At least then Jason had been at full strength. What they were about to face would be much worse than a bandit.

Piper studied the ridgeline. She downplayed the accomplishment, but Jason could tell she felt good about it.

And you heard what Hazel said. But the fate of the quest was at stake. The crew of the Argo II had a big decision to make. If they chose wrong, they would fail, and the entire world would be destroyed. The plan was to sneak among them, learn what was going on and decide the best course of action.

Then get out, preferably alive. Annabeth re-adjusted her golden belt. The suitors were nasty customers when they were alive. Jason tried to believe that. The suitors: When Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca, went missing after the Trojan War, this mob of B-list princes had invaded his palace and refused to leave, each one hoping to marry Queen Penelope and take over the kingdom Odysseus managed to return in secret and slaughter them all - your basic happy homecoming.

Then again, this whole quest had been one mind-blowing event after another. Annabeth herself had just come back from the eternal abyss of Tartarus.

His calves ached. Despite the heat, he began to shiver. Sometimes Jason stood in the underground temple of Epirus, the giant Clytius looming over him, speaking in a chorus of disembodied voices: It took all of you together to defeat me.

What will you do when the Earth Mother opens her eyes? Other times Jason found himself at the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Gaia the Earth Mother rose from the ground - a swirling figure of soil, leaves and stones. Poor child. Your father is first among the gods, yet you are always second best - to your Roman comrades, to your Greek friends, even to your family.

How will you prove yourself? His worst dream started in the courtyard of the Sonoma Wolf House. Before him stood the goddess Juno, glowing with the radiance of molten silver. Your life belongs to me , her voice thundered. An appeasement from Zeus. His body burned away in layers like an onion.

Then the scene changed. Jason was still at the Wolf House, but now he was a little boy - no more than two years old.

A woman knelt before him, her lemony scent so familiar. Her features were watery and indistinct, but he knew her voice: I will be back for you, dearest, she said. I will see you soon. Every time Jason woke up from that nightmare, his face was beaded with sweat. His eyes stung with tears. Nico di Angelo had warned them: Their ghosts would become restless.

Jason had hoped that particular ghost would stay away, but every night the dream got worse. Now he was climbing to the ruins of a palace where an army of ghosts had gathered. Every step seemed harder than the last. The hillside rumbled.

Somewhere over the ridge, a crowd roared in approval, like spectators in a coliseum. Peering through the olive bushes at the top of the rise, he saw what looked like an out-of-control zombie frat party.

Some plywood sheets covered a pit and a metal scaffold supported a cracked archway. But superimposed over the ruins was another layer of reality - a spectral mirage of the palace as it must have appeared in its heyday. Whitewashed stucco walls lined with balconies rose three storeys high.

Columned porticoes faced the central atrium, which had a huge fountain and bronze braziers. At a dozen banquet tables, ghouls laughed and ate and pushed one another around. Jason had expected about a hundred spirits, but twice that many were milling about, chasing spectral serving girls, smashing plates and cups, and basically making a nuisance of themselves. Most looked like Lares from Camp Jupiter - transparent purple wraiths in tunics and sandals.

A few revellers had decayed bodies with grey flesh, matted clumps of hair and nasty wounds. Others seemed to be regular living mortals - some in togas, some in modern business suits or army fatigues.

Jason even spotted one guy in a purple Camp Jupiter T-shirt and Roman legionnaire armour. In the centre of the atrium, a grey- skinned ghoul in a tattered Greek tunic paraded through the crowd, holding a marble bust over his head like a sports trophy.

The other ghosts cheered and slapped him on the back. Even more disturbing: It was hard to be sure. Most Greek god statues looked similar. The ghoul made his way to the central fountain. From the three- foot- tall pedestal, a geyser of sand spewed upward, arcing into an umbrella- shaped curtain of white particles before spilling into the circular basin.

The ghoul heaved the marble bust into the fountain. The sand glittered gold, the colour of ichor - godly blood. Then the entire mountain rumbled with a muffled BOOM, as if belching after a meal. The dead partygoers roared with approval. Jason clenched his walking stick. If I remember right, it was Odysseus who shot him through the neck with that arrow.

What about all the others? Why are there so many? Some are just spirits. Also, they eat human flesh. Jason hated the backup plan. Before they left the ship, Leo had given each of them an emergency flare the size of a birthday candle. Supposedly, if they tossed one in the air, it would shoot upward in a streak of white phosphorus, alerting the Argo II that the team was in trouble. Not the safest plan, but at least Jason had the satisfaction of knowing that he could call an air strike on this noisy mob of dead guys if the situation got dicey.

Of course, that was assuming he and his friends could get away. Piper crept around the left side of the ridge. Annabeth went right. Jason pulled himself up with his walking stick and hobbled towards the ruins. Over the past few days, every time Jason sacrificed a portion of a meal to Jupiter, he prayed to his dad to help Nico. That kid had gone through so much, and yet he had volunteered for the most difficult job: Then, no matter what happened in Greece, the Argo II would have no home to return to.

He realized just in time that a section of mosaic floor in front of him was an illusion covering a ten- foot-deep excavation pit. He sidestepped it and continued into the courtyard. The two levels of reality reminded him of the Titan stronghold on Mount Othrys - a disorienting maze of black marble walls that randomly melted into shadow and solidified again. At least during that fight Jason had had a hundred legionnaires at his side.

Forty feet ahead of him. Piper moved through the crowd, smiling and filling wineglasses for the ghostly revellers. Over on the right, Annabeth collected empty plates and goblets. Annabeth would kill me if I suggested she needed anybody to protect her. He reached the edge of the crowd.

Some scowled and gripped the hilts of their glowing purple swords. He hobbled forward, putting on his best cranky old man expression. I hope you saved me some food? Should I kill him, Antinous? Antinous regarded him for three counts, then chuckled. Come, Iros, join me at my table. He sat across from Antinous while more ghosts crowded around, leering as if they expected to see a particularly vicious arm-wrestling contest.

His lips stretched paper-thin over wolfish teeth. More dirt spilled from the base of the arrow wound in his throat. The power of Gaia, Jason thought. The earth is holding this guy together. Antinous slid a golden goblet and a platter of food across the table. But I suppose even a beggar can sue for retribution. On the plate sat a steaming brown lump of mystery meat. He recalled what Notus the South Wind had told him: A wind that blows aimlessly is no good to anyone. He mediated between demigods, listened to all sides of an argument, found compromises.

Even when he chafed against Roman traditions, he thought before he acted. Notus had warned him that such hesitation would kill him. Jason had to stop deliberating and take what he wanted. If he was an ungrateful beggar, he had to act like one. He ripped off a chunk of meat with his fingers and stuffed it in his mouth. He guzzled some red liquid, which thankfully tasted like watered-down wine, not blood or poison.

Where do I signup? One pushed his shoulder and Jason was alarmed that he could actually feel it. At Camp Jupiter, Lares had no physical substance. Apparently these spirits did - which meant more enemies who could beat, stab or decapitate him. Antinous leaned forward. As I recall, Odysseus crushed your jaw and tossed you into the pigsty. Iros had been sort of like their pet homeless person. When Odysseus came home, disguised as a beggar, Iros thought the new guy was moving in on his territory.

The two had started arguing. You bet money on it. Even when Odysseus took off his shirt and you saw how muscular he was. Tell me, why are you worthy of a share in our spoils? She discreetly put her finger to her mouth in a gag me gesture, then went back to flirting with dead guys. Antinous sneered. You never stood a chance with Penelope.

I remember you blubbering and pleading for your life with Odysseus, blaming everything on me! Once Gaia destroys the gods, we will divide up the remnants of the mortal world! I count at least two hundred. Half of them are new to me. All have claims and grievances against the gods or their pet heroes. That scoundrel over there is Hippias, former tyrant of Athens.

He got deposed and sided with the Persians to attack his own countrymen. No morals whatsoever. He has a grudge to settle with Rome. His outline was blurred, smoky and indistinct, so Jason guessed he was some form of spirit, but the legion tattoo on his forearm was clear enough: On his breastplate hung the badge of praetorship and the emblem of the Fifth Cohort.

Jason had never met Michael Varus. The infamous praetor had died in the s. Antinous waved dismissively. Alaska, was it? Gaia lets him hang around. He insists he has some insight into defeating Camp Jupiter.

Why should you be welcome among us? He could feel the Mist thinning around him, reacting to his uncertainty. Who let you back from Tartarus? Your arrow is dripping. The ghoul wiped himself off, giving Jason a chance to collect his thoughts. He was Iros. Why would he be here?

Why should they accept him? He picked up the nearest steak knife and stabbed it into the table, making the ghosts around him jump.

The ghoul glared at him, wine still dripping from the arrow shaft in his throat. I saw the chamber where Clytius stood guard under a domed ceiling tiled with tombstones. I walked the jewel-and-bone floors of the Necromanteion!

Around the table, ghosts shifted and muttered. All I see is a crowd of lazy, dawdling dead folk enjoying themselves and not helping the war effort. What should I tell the Earth Mother? Then she returned her attention to a glowing purple Greek dude who was trying to make her sit on his lap.

Antinous wrapped his hand around the steak knife Jason had impaled in the table. He pulled it free and studied the blade. Porphyrion decreed it. Instead of blood, dry dirt spilled from the cut. He remembered Porphyrion just fine from their battle at the Wolf House. Of course I know him. Porphyrion in Athens. Gaia had promised to pull up the gods by their roots. But now. Eurymachus nodded eagerly. He drew Greece like a mis-shapen hourglass - a large dangly blob for the northern mainland, then another blob below it, almost as large - the big chunk of land known as the Peloponnese.

Cutting between them was a narrow line of sea - the Straits of Corinth. Jason hardly needed a picture. He and the rest of the crew had spent the last day at sea studying maps. Just about the Cyclopes armies massed on either shore. And the raging storm spirits in the air. And those vicious sea monsters Keto sent to infest the waters. Eurymachus was gone. Antinous sat back and brushed off his hands.

The other suitors at the table watched him in wary silence. The demigods would either have to risk the straits, which are impossible, or sail around the entire Peloponnese, which is hardly much safer. Once they reach Ithaca, we will know. We will stop them here and Gaia will see how valuable we are.

You can take that message back to Athens. Also, Antinous sounded confident that he could detect the Argo II. Their goal was Athens. The safer route, or at least the not impossible route, was around the southern coast.

Today was 20 July. They only had twelve days before Gaia planned to wake, on 1 August, the ancient Feast of Hope. Jason and his friends needed to leave while they had the chance. Eurymachus had mentioned Delphi. For your sake, Antinous, I hope so. These demigods are resourceful. They closed the Doors of Death. And if the demigods sail the long way around the Peloponnese? Besides, Victory runs rampant in Olympia. I will report as much to King Porphyrion.

Thank you for the, er, meal. At his side hung an Imperial gold gladius. Antinous shot the ghost an irritated look. If Iros wants to leave, let him. He smells bad! Across the courtyard, Piper shot Jason a worried glance. A little further away, Annabeth casually palmed a carving knife from the nearest platter of meat.

Varus rested his hand on the pommel of his sword. Despite the heat, his breastplate was glazed with ice. Do you know why? My ambition. And you, Iras. What has drawn you here? What does a beggar most desire? Perhaps a home? I amused to seeing through masks and deceptions.

Do you know, Iros, why we are so sure the demigods will not pass our island undetected? He tried to calculate how long it would take him to get out his emergency flare and fire it. Hopefully he could download enough time for the girls to find shelter before this mob of dead guys slaughtered him. He turned to Antinous. Maybe you should muzzle your Roman. The arrow rattled in his throat. Go on, Varus. They show us for who we really are. Someone has come for you, Jason Grace.

The shimmering ghost of a woman drifted forward, and Jason felt as if his bones were turning to dust. He recognized her dress - a flowery green-and-red wraparound, like the skirt of a Christmas tree.

He recognized the colourful plastic bangles on her wrists that had dug into his back when she hugged him goodbye at the Wolf House. He recognized her hair, an over-teased corona of dyed blonde curls and her scent of lemons and aerosol.

The ghosts and ghouls no longer mattered. His Mist disguise burned off. His posture straightened. His joints stopped aching. His walking stick turned back into an Imperial gold gladius. He felt as if layers of his life were being seared away - his months at Camp Half-Blood, his years at Camp Jupiter, his training with Lupa the wolf goddess.

He was a scared and vulnerable two-year-old again. She is your mother, Beryl Grace, star of television, sweetheart to the king of Olympus, who rejected her not once but twice, in both his Greek and Roman aspects.

She deserves justice as much as any of us. The suitors crowded around him, watching. The ghosts probably found this even more amusing than two beggars fighting to the death. Her smile was gone. Her gaze was fierce and commanding - as impossible to ignore as the blue harpy feather in her hair. Her voice is working some kind of magic on you - like charmspeak, but more dangerous. She kicked aside a platter, startling a dozen suitors.

He abandoned us. Why fight for them now? Join these suitors. Lead them We can be a family again! This has been the story of my life, he thought bitterly. Everyone had always watched him, expecting him to lead the way. Despite his attempts to alter his destiny- joining the worst cohort, trying to change the camp traditions, taking the least glamorous missions and befriending the least popular kids - he had been made praetor anyway.

As a son of Jupiter, his future had been assured. He remembered what Hercules had said to him at the Straits of Gibraltar: Too much pressure. Eventually, it can make a guy snap. Now Jason was here, drawn as taut as a bowstring. That was you. The worry lines around her eyes, the pained tightness in her mouth reminded Jason of his sister, Thalia. Those were my last words to you. In the ruins of the Wolf House his mother had hugged him one last time.

She had smiled, but her eyes were full of tears. Wait here. I will be back for you, dearest.

Instead, Jason had wandered the ruins, crying and alone, calling for his mother and for Thalia - until the wolves came for him. People lie. Promises are broken.

That was why, as much as it chafed him, Jason followed rules. He kept his promises. Across the table, Antinous raised his goblet. Listen to your mother. You have many grievances against the gods. Why not join us? I gather these two serving girls are your friends? We will spare them. You wish to have your mother remain in the world? We can do that. Even if you defeat the giants and Gaia, would you return home like Odysseus did?

Where is your home now? With the Greeks?

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With the Romans? No one will accept you. Without the illusory balconies and colonnades, there was nothing but a heap of rubble on a barren hilltop. Each one will stab you in the back at the first chance! She spoke the truth, and the crowd believed her. They looked sideways at one another, hands clenching the hilts of their swords. Give up your quest. Your Argo II could never make the trip to Athens.

Gaia knows about your friend Reyna and Nico the son of Hades and the satyr Hedge. To kill them, the Earth Mother has sent her most dangerous son - the hunter who never rests. The hunter who never rests. Which meant he had to get out of here alive. He looked at Annabeth and Piper. Both stood ready, waiting for his cue. A remnant , Annabeth had called her.

Michael Varus had told him that the spirits here were sustained by their strongest desires. The spirit of Beryl Grace literally glowed with need. Her arms reached out, desperate to possess him. Your father could have made me immortal. He could have taken me to Olympus, but he abandoned me.

You can set things right, Jason. You are my proud warrior! Jason remembered something Thalia had told him. Their mother had become increasingly unstable, until her despair had driven her crazy. She had died in a car accident, the result of her driving while drunk.

He decided that if he lived through this day he would never drink alcohol again. Her image flickered through a spectrum of colours. I am all you have left. But you can choose your legacy. Jason felt like he was being reassembled, one layer at a time.

His heartbeat steadied. The chill left his bones. His skin warmed in the afternoon sun. He glanced at Annabeth and Piper. My family has just expanded.

The ghoul Antinous tossed aside his goblet. He studied Jason with a look of lazy disgust. IV Jason The fight was going great - until he got stabbed. He landed on his feet holding a six-foot-long pilum.

Antinous looked down incredulously. Jason kept fighting, spinning his javelin - slicing through ghosts, knocking ghouls off their feet. Across the courtyard, Annabeth fought like a demon, too. Her drakon-bone sword scythed down any suitors stupid enough to face her. The Greek tyrant Hippias lunged at Piper, his dagger raised, but Piper blasted him point-blank in the chest with a lovely pot roast.

He tumbled backwards into the fountain and screamed as he disintegrated. He blew it aside with a gust of wind, then cut through a line of sword-wielding ghouls and noticed a dozen suitors regrouping by the fountain to charge Annabeth. He lifted his javelin to the sky. A bolt of lightning ricocheted off the point and blasted the ghosts to ions, leaving a smoking crater where the sand fountain had been. Of course he was still afraid, but a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

For the first time since waking up in Arizona with his memories erased, Jason felt whole. He knew who he was. He had chosen his family, and it had nothing to do with Beryl Grace or even Jupiter. His family included all the demigods who fought at his side, Roman and Greek, new friends and old.

He summoned the winds and flung three ghouls off the side of the hill like rag dolls. He skewered a fourth, then willed his javelin to shrink back to a sword and hacked through another group of spirits. Soon no more enemies faced him. The remaining ghosts began to disappear on their own. Annabeth cut down Hasdrubal the Carthaginian, and Jason made the mistake of sheathing his sword. Pain flared in his lower back - so sharp and cold he thought Khione the snow goddess had touched him.

Jason fell to his knees. Piper charged towards him. The evil demigod was gone - but he had made a lasting impression. He gasped as she pulled the sword out of his back. Then she lowered him to the ground, propping his head against a stone.

Annabeth ran to their side. She had a nasty cut on the side of her neck. The pain was dull, which surprised him, but his shirt was soaked red. The wound was smoking. Her tone steadied his breathing.

Yeah, I got it. She ripped the cloth into bandages. Jason dimly wondered how she knew so much first aid. She wrapped the wounds on his back and stomach while Annabeth pushed tiny bites of ambrosia into his mouth.

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She was completely focused on trying to save him Annabeth fed him another bite. About your mom But the way you handled it There was no other choice. His mom. And the smoke. And it was true.

The ambrosia had cleared his head.

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Warmth was seeping back into his limbs. His vision turned a pale shade of green. We need to contact the Argo II, get help. The magic veneer had faded, leaving only broken walls and excavation pits. But, yeah, good idea. Piper pulled out a flask of nectar and gave Jason a sip. You are not dying from a stupid body piercing.

I stayed conscious the entire fight. Hey, stay with me. The cracks in the stones came into sharper focus. Taste okay? Yeah, fine. It was as if the memory of his old home no longer had the power to heal him. Born a Roman, die a Roman, Michael Varus had said. He looked at the smoke curling from his bandages. He had worse things to worry about than blood loss.

Annabeth was right about Imperial gold. The stuff was deadly to demigods as well as monsters. My friends are depending on me. We need to warn them. Reyna had risked so much to help them.

And Nico. Jason felt especially worried about him. Piper brushed her thumb against the scar on his lip. Piper seemed to sense what was wrong. As a daughter of Aphrodite, maybe she could tell when somebody was struggling with heartache. He appreciated that. Another wave of pain made him wince. He knew they should get back to the ship. He was in bad shape. But as he lay there on the cool stones, Jason felt a sense of incompleteness.

The story of the suitors and Queen Penelope Those things all swirled around in his head. Annabeth came back limping from the edge of the hill. Annabeth glanced at her ankle. Just the old break from the Roman caverns. I signalled Leo. I need to make a litter to keep you stable.

Annabeth set to work. She collected scraps left behind by the suitors - a leather belt, a torn tunic, sandal straps, a red blanket and a couple of broken spear shafts. Her hands flew across the materials - ripping, weaving, tying, braiding.

Piper whistled appreciatively. His heart pounded. If there was any place you could talk to Juno. Maybe Piper was right. Then, about sixty feet away, the stone floor cracked. Branches muscled through the earth, growing in fast motion until a full-sized olive tree shaded the courtyard. Under a canopy of grey-green leaves stood a dark-haired woman in a white dress, a leopard-skin cape draped over her shoulders. Her staff was topped with a white lotus flower. Her expression was cool and regal.

As charming as ever. Are we going to rehash this again?

He had plenty of reasons to hate Juno, but they had other issues to deal with. His insides felt like they were being twirled on a giant spaghetti fork. Piper kept him from falling over. Heal him! Her form shimmered unsteadily. You must fight it, Jason Grace. I have spent weeks in a state of pain and confusion By clearing away those ghosts, you have purified it and given me a moment of clarity.

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I will be able to speak with you - if only briefly. The marriage bed! Such a beautiful symbol! Like Penelope, the most faithful wife, standing her ground, fending off a hundred arrogant suitors for years because she knew her husband would return. Odysseus and Penelope - the epitome of a perfect marriage!

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On your way, seek out the goddess of victory in Olympia. She is out of control. Unless you can subdue her, the rift between Greek and Roman can never be healed. Once I leave, I will not be able to help you again. When did you help me the first time?

Few gods will be able to help you on your journey, but I am not the only Olympian who is out of favour with Jupiter. The twins have also incurred his wrath.

They are desperate enough to try anything to make amends. Go now. Perhaps we will meet again in Athens, if you succeed. If you do not Pain rolled through him. His head lolled back. He saw a giant eagle circling high above. Then the blue sky turned black, and Jason saw nothing at all. Her first view of southern Italy was from five thousand feet in the air. To the west, along the crescent of the Gulf of Naples, the lights of sleeping cities glittered in the predawn gloom A thousand feet below her, a half- mile-wide caldera yawned at the top of a mountain, white steam pluming from the centre.

Then she realized she was suspended in midair. Gravity took hold, and she began to fall. She held tight and grabbed Coach Hedge by the shirt collar as he started to tumble away. If they got separated now, they were dead. His dark feathery hair whipped around his face like a raven shot out of the sky. No strength! She could accept death if she had to, but if the Athena Parthenos was destroyed their quest would fail. Reyna could not accept that. The torch- and-sword symbol of Bellona on her forearm grew painfully hot, as if it were being seared into her skin for the first time.

Nico gasped. Colour returned to his face. The air turned frigid. The sound of the wind was replaced by a cacophony of voices whispering in a thousand languages. She wondered why that memory would surface now, when she was on the verge of death. Then her vision cleared. Her feet rested on solid ground. The eastern sky had begun to lighten. For a moment Reyna thought she was back in New Rome.

Doric columns lined an atrium the size of a baseball diamond. In front of her, a bronze faun stood in the middle of a sunken fountain decorated with mosaic tile.

Crepe myrtles and rosebushes bloomed in a nearby garden. Palm trees and pines stretched skyward. Cobblestone paths led from the courtyard in several directions - straight, level roads of good Roman construction, edging low stone houses with colonnaded porches. Reyna turned. Behind her, the Athena Parthenos stood intact and upright, dominating the courtyard like a ridiculously oversized lawn ornament. The little bronze faun in the fountain had both his arms raised, facing Athena, so he seemed to be cowering in fear of the new arrival.

On the horizon, Mount Vesuvius loomed - a dark, humpbacked shape now several miles away. Thick pillars of steam curled from the crest.

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She sat down heavily, just managing to stay conscious. Gods of Rome. She tried to steady her breathing while Coach Hedge rummaged through his camping supplies. Yesterday had been worse: Nico gulped it down. He still looked terrible. Atlas , her father After Percy causes an eruption at Mount Saint Helens , he washes up on the island of Ogygia pronounced oh-jee-jee-ah.

Calypso nursed him back to health, but Percy at first was unsure of her as she and the island were both very beautiful, and in his experience, places like that are usually traps. Percy first thought she was evil because Circe told him before that Calypso and Medea are powerful Sorceresses. She did admit that she was the daughter of Atlas , but said she wouldn't hurt him.

She healed him and let him roam around the island. One night when they were eating dinner, Percy asked her why she always pulled away when they were having a nice time and why she refuses to enjoy herself. She tears up when she looked at him. She was about to finish telling him her story when Hephaestus showed up.

He told them what was going on back in civilization and left after a short time. Percy Jackson Percy realized that as much as he wanted to stay, he had to go back to Camp Half-Blood eventually. Calypso was saddened by the news and explained to Percy that she was cursed to stay on Ogygia forever by the gods, because she supported her father in the First Olympian War.

She is also cursed to have heroes wash up on her island, wounded or hurt for her to heal. However, the people that landed on her island were always people she would fall in love with, but they would never be able to stay with her.

She reluctantly offers Percy the chance to stay with her on Ogygia, where he would be immortal. Though Percy hated to refuse, he did because his friends needed his help and he had duties.

Accepting his choice, Calypso makes him a magical raft and sends him off, asking him to take one of her magical plants, moonlace, which has a delicious smell, with him and plant a garden for her, which he did. As he was leaving on the raft he stated that Calypso would always be his biggest "what if". The Last Olympian Calypso does not appear in this book but is mentioned.

The moonlace she gave him appears again in the windowsill of his apartment. Percy said that the moonlace "bloomed like crazy" under his mother's care. Calypso is also mentioned when Prometheus asks Percy to surrender. Prometheus said not all Titan offspring were bad, such as Calypso. Percy replied to that, saying Calypso was different. After the Battle of Manhattan , Percy makes a request to the gods that Calypso, along with any other peaceful Titans who did not fight in the original war be allowed amnesty and be freed pointing out that their treatment by the gods was what caused some of them to switch sides.

The arai make curses real when they are destroyed, revealing that Calypso had cursed Annabeth for being Percy's love interest at the time. When Annabeth Chase destroyed one of the arai, she began to wonder why Percy left her. Percy tried to tell her he was right there, but every time he got close, she would be transported away.

As Percy takes on more curses and becomes too weak to stand, he feels bad about how poor a friend he had been and feels that he should have made sure the gods had freed her from Ogygia , which they didn't.