Calypso Jackson?

Pretty Islands

All credits go to Rick Riordan. He owns Percy Jackson, and the characters not me. Enjoy

I hate Islands, especially the pretty ones. Most pretty islands in Greek mythology are really bad. Hey, when I was 13 at Circe's beautiful island I didn't have such a great time.
I opened my eyes to suddenly witness the heat, it stung too bad. The stinging took me to a realization, I then remembered why I was laying In the sand at this deserted beach.
Annabeth Chase. I was there, at Mount St. Helens. We knew we were toast, Annabeth kissed me, and then. Then, we were gone. Like a bullet shooting out of a Sniper, I shot out of the volcano like a bird, but I can't fly.

The reality hit me. I looked up at a blue sky, just like the one in New York. A fountain gurgled in the background, as my insides gurgled in my ears. The smell of juniper and different aromas filled the air. I slowly, but promptly closed my eyes, no longer fighting sleep.

I awoke with a start. Warm sweat trickled down my already torched skin. I don't remember what I dreamed of, but It wasn't helping the matter. I looked up, opening and closing my eyes getting them used to the dim light. Noticing my clothe change made me feel a bit Awkward. Then like magic, a beauty hovered above me. On instinct, I reached for riptide, but I couldn't, I just couldn't. "Don't fear, Hero. I am Calypso." The angel talked to me soothing my pain. "Ughh, do you turn men into Guinea Pigs?" I asked dumbfounded by her magnificent beauty. She had almond eyes and caramel-color hair braided over one shoulder. "Hero, do not worry. All will be all right" and with that, she kissed my forehead sending me into a death-like sleep.