Caleo

Calypso's POV 9

I hate my grandmother.
"Why? Why must you do this to me!" I cried.
Gaea had plopped me in a pysco cell.
I was in a room made of sea sponge.
That was it.
Four walls, of indestructible sea sponge.
What a pathetic way to die.
And Leo....
Oh! I could sense it.
Leo was on his way. He was coming back for me. Just as he promised. And now, I wasn't there.
I was here, in a jail cell.
Under the sea.
I slumped against one of the walls, allowing my body to fall on the ground.
And the tears to stream down.
And the cries.
And the thoughts.
I was so close. So close.
Leo was coming back.
He swore on the River Styx.
And Leo Valdez never breaks his promises.