The next time I woke up, I couldn't move my arms and I had a huge headache. And when I say huge, I mean so incredibly painful it rivals that headache Zeus got when Athena was stuck in his head. I was pretty sure that I didn't have a goddess in my head, and I wasn't about to have Hephaestus crack my head open and find out.

As soon as I thought that, I remembered everything else. Kronos had risen, and I had failed. The only bright side I could find was that Luke had burned up when Kronos had assumed his true form. But the truth was that provided little comfort.

With difficulty, I pulled myself into a sitting position on the couch I was occupying. I groaned, trying to relieve the pain. It didn't work.

At that moment, Calypso walked in. If it was possible, Calypso was even more beautiful than when I saw her back when I was fifteen. But maybe that was just because seeing her was comforting after losing Annabeth, the war, and pretty much life as I know it.

"Feeling any better Percy?" she asked gently. She'd been caring for me for months now, and despite her magic, I still felt like standing would kill me.

But hey, I'd done plenty of other suicidal stuff in my life, so standing didn't seem that bad. Even if it hurt like Hades. I tried to stand, but I got about six inches off my butt before every muscle in my body gave out.

She laughed weakly. "I'll take that as a yes then."

The truth was, I felt great compared to how I'd felt when I got there. But I was judging my health by how far I could stand before collapsing. So yeah, by my definition, I was still crap.

"Calypso, how...how are the minor gods holding up?" I asked.

The day I'd regained consciousness for longer than three minutes–about a week ago–Calypso had informed me just how bad things had gotten in the outside world. Kronos, back-stabbing Titan king that he is, had turned on the minor gods almost right after the war.

When the main Olympians were captured, the minor gods fled to Typhon's Prison–one of the last safe places for enemies of the Titans–where they planned out their rebellion and guarded Typhon. It was a miracle they'd lasted as long as they had. Not even hiding in Typhon's Prison should've kept them safe, but the minor gods were staying alive using cunning worthy of Athena.

"They made another attempt to take the armory of Oceanus, they even came as far as the armory gates, but they failed." Calypso answered. "Iris was captured yesterday, and all Iris-messages have ceased. The Titans have been trying to get her to resume her duties, but so far they have gotten nowhere."

"And my dad?" I asked. Last Calypso had told me, Poseidon was in Tartarus with most of the other Olympians.

"He..." Calypso looked away. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't.

"Calypso what happened to my father?" I asked more sternly.

"Percy as you know, each of the Olympians not suffering individual punishment is forced to take a turn holding my father's old burden," she reminded me. That was all it took for me to understand where my dad was.

"Gods no..." I whispered.

Anger coursed through my veins. I could feel the strength returning to my body. I wanted revenge. I knew I could beat Kronos. I'd come so close last time. I just needed a little help. I just had to free the gods.

"Percy, I know what you're thinking, but you can't go. Not yet," she said, stroking my chin as she spoke. "I can't lose you again. Please," she pleaded, "stay."

"You won't lose me Calypso," I reassured her. "But I can't stay here forever. I have to save my dad. I have to–"

"Save the world, blah, blah, blah. I know Percy. But that was your reason for leaving last time. Look what happened," she warned. "How can you think you'll succeed this time?"

"Because this time," I declared while standing up. It felt like holding the sky again. "This time there won't be anyone to betray me."

Calypso pulled me in and kissed me. I didn't pull away. I admit it, the kiss made me reconsider leaving. I just wanted to stay. I just wanted to be able to sleep at night without feeling the guilt of failure. I just wanted someone I could count on. I just...

Calypso and I tumbled back onto the couch. Within seconds my shirt was off. Her hands went to my belt. I didn't stop her.

My hand slowly drifted up her back, finally finding the strap of her whit dress. Suddenly, a flood of unwanted images hit me.

"Because I'm your friend Seaweed Brain," Annabeth was saying. "Any more stupid questions?"

No! My mind yelled. You're lying!

"I would never lie to you Percy."

The image wasn't a memory anymore.

"You're my friend. You're..."

The image faded. I'm what? My head screamed. I'm what?

I came to my senses, realizing I was still in my boxers, sharing the couch with Calypso.

"No..." I said, sitting back up. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay any longer. I have to go."

Calypso frowned, but she seemed to understand. "Will you return for me?"

"I...I don't know." I admitted. "Then I suppose this is goodbye," she concluded sadly.

And she kissed me again. I returned the kiss for a little bit, but then I pulled back.

"Thank you," I said. "For everything."

She simply nodded in return and tossed me my clothes. I put them on, and walked out to the magic raft that waited by the shore. I'd asked Calypso to make it a few months back, so I could escape if the Titans ever found me.

In truth, I'd only asked for a raft, but of course she overdid it and made it a magic one. It was protected so the Titans would never be able to figure out my exact location while I was at sea. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure the Titan's think I'm dead. Well aren't they in for a surprise.

"Kill a few monsters for me!" she called as I sailed away.

"I will!" I called back.

"Percy!" she called again. But I was farther away now, and her voice was harder to hear.

Just before I was out of earshot, I heard her say, "I love you!"