I thought I'd made the right choice.

No more war; no more death; no more impending prophecy for me. I would live in happiness; never aging, never worrying.

And I could be with her.

Calypso.

Her caramel coloured hair smelt like the garden she tended to so dedicatedly. And now I could tend it with her.

Forever.

Maybe blowing up Mt St Helens would prove the best thing that ever happened to me. I would never have to be relied upon again. I would never have to fight Kronos, or go on any quests, or help the gods.

I would stay here-on Ogygia-tending to her garden, living in peace and harmony.

While the world outside is torn to shreds?

That thought made me hesitate. If I stayed here, what was to stop Kronos from invading Olympus and crushing the gods? My friends, my father, everyone; they would be destroyed.

And I will be safe.

What was so bad about wanting to be safe? What was so bad about wanting a normal, private life? I wanted that more than anything; to live without the intense scrutiny of the gods. On this island, I could have that.

I would no longer have to be Perseus Jackson; son of the sea god, child of the prophecy. I could be simply Percy; inhabitant of Ogygia. I would never have to fear again.

It was with that final parting thought that I turned away from the raft that could take me where ever I wanted, and headed back through the garden to tell Calypso that I'd made my choice to stay.