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Another Goddess Born
“Lord Hermes! Messenger of the gods! I summon you!” Her voice rang out over the empty land. A supernova as bright as the sun appeared a few feet away, making the starry night as bright as day. The god Hermes, dressed in his white toga and winged sandals, stepped up to greet her.
“Ah, Calypso!” he said. “I wondered when I’d be hearing from you.” She ignored his mocking “hello.”
“I have a package that must be delivered, Hermes,” Calypso said in a hushed voice.
“Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have summoned me.” She turned toward the willow tree behind her. The package was wrapped in soft cloth, like a cloud. Calypso picked it up with loving arms and placed it in the hands of Hermes.
“Take good care of my package, Hermes. It must reach its destination safely, unmarred – or else.” Hermes looked at the package, and his heart softened.
“And where might the destination be?” he asked.
“I hate to give it such a fate, but the destination is a place of no family.”
“The east coast. Anywhere along the east coast. Close to Camp Half-Blood, but far enough away so that she may grow up without being discovered by them or monsters,” she replied.
“But why don’t you let her grow up here, on Ogygia?” Calypso chuckled.
“Dear Hermes, what a terrible fate: to grow up on a mystical island where men mysteriously wash up on shore, then to see her own mother become star-struck with love. And then to have to comfort her for years following because the men she loved could not stay. No, Hermes. To be trapped on this island is alone my fate. I will not share it with anyone else…” Calypso looked away. “However much I long to.”
“Does the package have a name?” Calypso looked at the package with love.
“Alexandra?” Hermes clarified. Calypso nodded.