Leo was nervous. His nerves were sparking like Jason.

Leo cracked a small, slight smile, until he remembered what happened.

Leo shivers at the memory.

While walking out of the Throne room, Leo thought over what happened.

Leo can remember quite vividly, he was on Calypso's island.

He smiled as he pictured her. Her arms crossed over her chest with a dumbfounded expression, but was trying to look intimidating and demanding. Leo had a sudden urge to kiss and hold her out of relief. And, that's what he did.

He was never good with people, but he found himself crying silently out of relief. Either it was from the ending of the war, or being with Calypso, Leo didn't know. But, he really didn't care.

The memory that Leo was thinking most about was what took place the following summer. Or to present terms, one week ago.

Leo and Calypso were getting Festus repaired (again), when five cloaked figures walked into the clearing.

Leo stuck his hand in his tool belt and pulled out his trusted hammer. He positioned himself slightly in front of Calypso.

"Calypso?" Leo heard a new voice as another cloaked figure came into the clearing.

Calypso looked at the figure and her face turned sad. "Perseus?" She asked in a small trembling voice.

"Wait, if this is Calypso shouldn't she be imprisoned after what she did." A girl said.

"She was imprisoned on that island for a long time. She was abandoned. It wasn't her fault she helped her dad." Leo stated getting more angry.

"He's right. It's not your place to judge, Alyssa. Don't even protest, Dakota." Perseus said, in a cloak with a silver trim.

Leo figured that Dakota (who was a girl) had a blood red trim cloak, and Alyssa had a electric/sky blue trim cloak. Leo was reminded of Jason while looking at her.

"You going to Camp Half-Blood?" A girl in a fiery red trim cloak asked politely.

"Yes." Leo immediately answered.

"Well, your eager to get to Camp." A boy in a pink trim cloak stated.

Leo didn't know why a boy had a pink trim cloak, but he had it on. He must be a Son of Aphrodite.

"So, who are you?" Leo asked, looking at all of them wearily.

"The one in pink trim cloak is Eric, the one the grey is Ben, the one in the fiery red is Gracie. And, sky/electric blue is Alyssa, blood red is Dakota, and silver is Perseus." Calypso said pointing to each figure in turn.

"How do you know?" Leo asked her curiously.

"They're the Guardians of the Olympians. I heard they died a long time ago." Calypso turned towards Perseus. "That's the reason why you stopped visiting me is because you had died. But, how are you here?"

Perseus sighed. "It's a long story. We need to get to Camp. Something will happened in a week's time."

After they all walked around to kill time. But, Leo didn't know that until three days later when he realized they went in circles.  After that point Leo watched as only Perseus walked in circles and he didn't stop until it was time to go to Camp.

Then Leo had gotten pulled into the silver light with Perseus.

All the rest is history.

Coming back to the present, Leo had a feeling that Perseus was an underdog, because Leo could relate with him so much.

Leo felt someone squeeze his hand. Looking down at his hand, Leo followed the other arm and saw Calypso looking a little worried at him.

Leo smiled at her, she sighed in relief.

Leo made a promise to himself to help Perseus if he could.

The argument in the Throne room proved that Perseus is an underdog, but one thing Leo knows for sure is that Perseus did something he regrets.

Leo thought all that on the way from the Throne room to before the bridge to the elevator.

Coming to the bridge they waited for Lord Hermes to take them back to Camp Half-Blood.

677 words.