Leo

It was day __ of Leo being stuck on Ogygia with Calypso. He couldn't tell how many days had passed and Calypso was no help at all.
He had found a piece of celestial bronze a few days ago, presumably sent from his dad's workshop. (Stuff of his landed all over the place!) He was working on a bronze mirror that he'd put together in a makeshift forge (with much protest from her majesty Calypso) and he was just finishing wiring it to the Archimedes Sphere when Calypso spoke from right behind him.
"I brought you-"
Leo jumped, jerked into reality. "Bronze bulls, girl! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Calypso huffed, "I wasn't sneaking, I was bringing you these."
She showed him a new pair of jeans, a white T-shirt and an army fatigue jacket... his army fatigue jacket. The one that had burned up months ago, how could she have known? He hadn't been wearing it when he'd landed on Ogygia. But they were exactly like the clothes he'd been wearing the first day he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood- except these looked bigger, resized to fit him better.
"How?" He asked.
She set the clothes at his feet and backed away as if he was a dangerous beast. "I do have a little magic, you know. You keep burning through the clothes I give you, so I thought I'd weave you something a little less flamable."
"These won't burn?" He picked up the jeans, they felt like normal denim.
"They are completely fireproof," Calypso confirmed, "They'll stay clean and expand to fit you, should you ever become less scrawny."
"Thanks." He tried to make it sound sarcastic but he was honestly impressed. Leo could make a lot of things but an inflammable, self-cleaning outfit wasn't one of them. "So... you made an exact replica of my favourite outfit. Did you like, google me or something?"
She looked at him, confused. "I don't know that word."
"You looked me up." He said. "Almost like you had some interest in me."
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I have an interest in not making you a new set of clothes every other day. I have an interest in you nor smelling so bad and walking around my island in smouldering rags."
"Oh, yeah." Leo grinned. "You're really warming up to me."
Her face went red. "You are the most insufferable person I have ever met! I was only returning a favour. You fixed my fountain."
"That?" Leo laughed. The problem had been so simple he'd almost forgotten about it. Two minutes and it was fixed! "That was no big deal. I don't like it when things don't work right."
"And the curtains across the cave entrance?"
"The rod wasn't level."
"And my gardening tools?"
"Look, I just sharpened the shears. Cutting vines with a dull blade is dangerous. And the pruners needed to be oiled at the edge and-"
"Oh, yeah," Calypso said, in a pretty good imitation of his voice. "You're really warming up to me."
For once, Leo was speechless. Calypso's eyes glittered. He knew she was making fun of him but somehow it didn't feel mean.
She pointed at his makeshift worktable. "What are you building?"
"Oh." He looked at the finished bronze mirror. In the screen's polished surface, his own reflection surprised him. His hair had grown out longer and curlier. His face was thinner and more chiseled, maybe because he hadn't been eating regularly. His eyes were dark and a little ferocious when he wasn't smiling- kind of a Tarzan look, if Tarzan came in extra-small Latino. He couldn't blame Calypso for backing away from him.
"Uh, it's a seeing device," he said. "We found one like this in room, in Archimede's workshop. If I can make it work, maybe I can find out what's going on with my friends."
Calypso shook her head. "That's impossible. This island is hidden, cut off from the world by strong magic. Time doesn't even flow the same here."
"Well, you've got to have some find of outside contact. How'd you find out that I used to wear an army jacket?"
She twisted her chocolate hair uncomfortably. "Seeing the past is simple magic. Seeing into the present or future-that is not.
"Yeah, well," Leo said. "Watch and learn, Sunshine. I just connect these last two wires and-"
The bronze plate sparkex. Smoke billowed from the sphere. A flash fire crept up Leo's shirt and he threw it down and stomped on it.
Calypso was trying not to laugh, her shoulders shaking with the effort.
"Not a word," Leo warned.
She glanced at his bony, scarred chest. "Nothing worth commenting on." She assured him. "If you want it to work, perhaps you should try musical invocation.
"Right," he said, "Whenever an engine malfunctions, I like to tap-dance around it. Works every time."
She look a deep breath and began to sing. Leo made a strangled noise, she had the Blessing of Apollo. Her voice was clear and sweet, a voice he had heard not long ago singing him to sleep in the stables. He shivered as her song came to a close.
"Any luck?" She asked. He realised he was staring and directed his attention towards the mirror.
The screen glowed to life, through the mirror he could see the commons at Camp Half-Blood.

Delia and Kat were ordering everyone around. Getting everyone prepped for war. Everyone was rushing around with weapons, setting up catapults, even the Aphrodite girls had pitched in. The image zoomed in on Delia, in full armour.
Gods of Olympus she was gorgeous. But he could see fear and heartbreak in her eyes, no wonder, she probably thought he was dead.
He snuck a guilty glance at Calypso then turned his attention back to the image.
The image had zoomed out. They weren't prepping for war, they looked like they were getting ready for a tournament. But why?

"Your friends?" Calypso asked,
Leo nodded. His heart yearning for home. "They're meant to be prepping for war but now it looks like they're, I don't even know."
"And that was Delia?" She asked softly.
He nodded numbly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they have a plan." She assured him as the mirror shimmered, showing a new image.

A roman phalanx marched through a vineyard, nearing the Greek camp. Suddenly chaos errupted and he saw two garish hats amongst the dropped spears and supplies. The dwarves had kept their promise.

The image changed again. He saw Reyna flying on the back of a pegasus through a storm, fighting off gryphons left and right. Her cape swirling around her in the wind.

The bronze mirror went dark.

"No!" Leo yelled. "No, not now. Show me what happens! I need to see more! I need-"

"Need," a voice rumbled in the ground beneath his feet.
Leo staggered, suddenly feeling as if he was standing on the surface of a trampoline.
"Need is an overused word." A swirling human figure erupted from the sand- Leo's least favourite goddess, the Mistress of Mud, the Princess of Potty Sludge, Gaia herself.

Notes

A nice long one for a proper apology.
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