"No, no, no, no, no, no,no, no!"Leo muttered under breath "I can't lose someone else,"
He had managed to stay on Festus, but Calypso was free falling and he couldn't reach her. He strained, trying to get to her, but she was just too far.

"CALYPSO!!!" Leo yelled again trying to wake her up. Why did she have to get knocked out? That was Jason's job. He had to do something, anything to fix what ever had gone wrong. He glanced around, trying to see what had hit them. He saw a glint of bronze out of the corner of his eye, but when he spun round to face it, it was gone.

Suddenly the bronze thing came closer and solidified into the form of a huge golden eagle. Oh great. Leo though, he didn't like eagles much, especially not giant eagles who come very close to killing his girlfriend. The eagle swooped around Festus, its eyes watching Calypso, but not moving closer. Leo tried again to reach Calypso, who was falling at the same speed as him, just too far away for him to reach.

"CALYPSO!" Leo tried again to wake her up. Why wasn't she waking up, was it something serious? Leo was starting to panic. "Come on," he told himself "panic will freeze your brain, think!"

Leo dug around in his tool belt, trying to find something helpful, a big hammer might be nice or a chainsaw, or pretty much anything at all that could be used. He grabbed something that seemed useful but as he pulled it out he realized he had gotten a can of soda. His tool belt, usually so in tune with his every thought, seemed to have caught onto his panic and wasn't working right. Leo glanced down and felt sick, the ground was approaching faster than it should be and was getting dangerously close. They had been flying at incredible high altitude so they had had a long way to fall, unfortunately enough time had passed so that they were much closer to the ground than Leo had thought.

"FESTUS!" Leo screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with panic. The mechanical dragon managed to pull out of the dive last minute. This got Leo just close enough to grab Calypso's wrist, and pull her onto Festus in front of him. He was breathing heavily, but he, and Calypso were still alive. Calypso was still unconscious, her dark golden hair was blown across her face, but still managed to smell like cinnamon. Stop getting distracted! Leo told himself, almost giddy with relief that she was ok.
"Wh-what!" Calypso breathed, her eyes fluttering open.
"Finally!" Leo said, "I was wondering if sleeping beauty here was going to need a kiss to wake her," Leo said trying to play it cool, but unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.
"Oh no," Calypso said, clearly not sharing Leo's relief that she was fine, and still slightly groggy.
"What?" Leo asked, turning around. "Oh, that," he groaned, realizing that the eagle was still circling, just high above.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Calypso pushed herself up from where he was lying on Festus' neck and her vision swam, she slipped, but Leo caught her shoulder, "You ok?" He asked, his dark eyes showing real concern.

"I'm fine," she snapped back, harsher than she had intended. Leo drew back instantly, looking slightly hurt but hiding it with a smile. "Wait," Calypso said, just noticing, "where did that eagle go, it's not circling anymore?"

As if on cue a shriek split the air and Leo almost fell off his bronze dragon trying to cover his ears. The golden eagle swooped out of the fly and made a dived at the bronze dragon, pulling out of the dive seconds before crashing into Leo and Calypso. Calypso's hair whipped around her face from the wind the eagle had made and Festus creaked, unnerved by the close encounter. Leo grabbed a hammer out of his tool belt and gripped it tightly as Calypso pulled the sword she had picked up a while back out of her pack.

"Do you recognize this eagle thing from any of the ancient greek stories?" Leo asked, "Ever here about an eagle-zilla attack innocent people riding awesome dragons?"

Calypso's eyes darted back and forth watching as the eagle circled far above, not seeming interested in another dive bombing run. She didn't look at Leo when she said,  "The eagle is more of a roman thing, but in greek legends it was one of Zeus's sacred animals, he sometimes used it as a messenger, but," she added ruefully, "it never visited me on Ogygia,"

"Any mention of it attacking people, though? I don't think I've done anything in particularly bad to Zeus, not in the last 24 hours anyway."

"Well," Calypso hesitated, thinking, "Zeus did send a giant eagle to torment prometheus, by constantly eating his liver,"

"Do you know who killed it, because personally I feel pretty attached to my liver and don't particularly want it eaten?"

"I think it was Hercules, I mean, that guy does everything, but I can't quite remember how," Calypso replied, trying to remember, "maybe he shoots it with arrows or something?"

"Well, it would be really great if we had-" Leo was cute off mid-sentance as the eagle dived again, heading straight at them. The giant bird got closer and closer, and Leo couldn't help but notice its razor sharp beak and talons, gleaming as the sun reflected off of them. The bird grabbed the back of Leo's army jacket and he heard Calypso gasp as the eagle grabbed her as well. It pulled them both off Fetus's back and into the air. Don't look down, Leo told himself, knowing that they were hundreds of feet above the ground. Despite this, he looked down and felt his blood run cold, his hammer slipped out of his grasp and fell the hundreds- no, thousands of feet down. All that was keeping him from plummeting to his death was the eagle, gripping his jacket in those very, very sharp claws. He looked at where Calypso was next to him and almost wished he hadn't. Her face was white as a sheet and her thin white blouse was stained red at the shoulders where the eagles was holding her. Leo realized just how much his jacket had protected him.

"How is that?" Leo asked, worried.

"I'll manage," Calypso muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm sure I've been through worse,"

Leo decided not to reply that, and focused on trying to think of a way out of this. He glanced behind him to see if Festus was following them, but he could see him anywhere. Leo look down again and saw them coming to an strikingly tall and evil looking mountain, and thought that it seemed like the perfect layer for an evil giant bird. Leo also wasn't quite sure how a mountain managed to look so sinister, but if there was a prize for most evil mountain appearance he bet that this mountain would win it. The eagle soared up to the mountain, and then, when it reached a monstrous, towering tree, bare of all leaves, it dropped Leo and Calypso into a nest at the top of it and flew off again.

The moment Leo and Calypso hit the bottom of the nest Calypso clutched her shoulders, "Ouch, this is going to really hurt for a while, isn't it?"

Leo carefully unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse and pulled it down slightly so her shoulders were revealed. He winced at the bleeding cuts, but luckilly they didn't look serious. He set to work bandaging them up, mindful of the threat of ginormous eagles swooping in and eating their livers.

He had just cut off the excess bandage when Calypso's body went stiff. His eyebrows drew together and he waved his hand in front of her face, "Helllllo? Calypso? Hola?"

She raised a finger to his lips slowly and whispered softly, "Don't look now, but there are baby eagles in this nest."

Too late, he thought as the babies (who were still about as big as Leo) began to scream earpiercing caws and charged.

"How can I miss a bunch of baby eagle-zillas in the same nest as me?" Leo asked, slowly backing away from the scariest baby animals he had ever seen.

"What should we do? We can't climb out of the nest, its too far a drop, and there aren't enough branches to climb down." Calypso said, frantically looking over her shoulder as she and Leo got closer to the far wall of the nest, they were being backed into a corner.