Feet lightly touching down on shimmering earth and rock, Ogygia was more than pleased that the Code had been able to fulfill its promise to help everyone reach their wonders. Now, she thought, can it help losers like me find where we need to go.

She was sorry, not sorry that she’d never really come up here prior to this emergency. What she could see was incredibly pretty and much more… alive that she’d been led to believe would be the case. She could see and smell tiny flowers and there was a shimmery green grass growing in little hills.

She'd thought everything would be dead. But, as that wasn’t the case, she was happy enough to dismiss the matter. Her wonder didn’t seem very big, so it surely wouldn’t take long to find a Code piece, right? As if in response to her blind optimism, she noticed a faint trail of what looked like sparkling dust that glowed and pulsed. Well. Apparently there wasn’t time for wandering then.

Following the trail, she marveled at what she could see. Once the emergency was over, she was really going to have to come up here more often and really have a look around. Or even just stick around after she’d done what had been asked of her. As she followed the sparkles, Ogygia saw bits of pieces of ruined columns and something that looked like it could have been plucked directly from illustrations she’d seen of ancient Greece. Which made some sense, since her own name and Wonder seemed to have managed to migrate into greek mythology. This place really was a tiny island. Whether or not the healing of heroes past had been a thing here in the long ago remained to be seen.

All too soon, the sparkles gave a final pulse just in front of a small circle of slender, broken columns. And as she stepped closer, she could just barely see a small, softball sized orb floating. It didn’t seem to be doing very well if she was honest with herself. She was supposed to find a way to resonate with it, but she hadn’t the first clue how to do so. As she puzzled over the matter, she began to clear debris from the area. She had no way of telling what damage was caused by the weight of time or magical storm. Ultimately, maybe it didn’t matter. What mattered was clearing what she could and helping her wonder recover.

Once that was done, Ogygia huffed softly before throwing herself on the ground beside the floating Code. As she watched and considered, she found herself thinking again of the old stories. In them, Ogygia had been a prison for its keeper, Calypso. Punishment for supporting the Titans against the gods. Hidden away from the world and only appearing when there was a Hero in need of healing. A Hero that Calypso would be forced into falling in love with, fated to have her heart broken every time as the Hero healed and left the island. She’d always thought the stories had a note of sadism to them. But sitting here now, she had to really stop and wonder about them. This place was hardly a prison. Hidden for sure since only the Knight assigned here could come and go at will.

“Well, you don’t look much like a vengeful god,” she told the Code piece. “And I don’t know what I was like back then, but I hope I wasn’t all soppy and weird about boys.”

Laying back, Ogygia rested the back of her head against folded forearms and wiggled until the Code was directly above her face. Looking up at it, she thought it looked like a tiny sun. Smiling at the thought, she gradually relaxed and let her eyes unfocus. Mind drifting, the Code piece seemed to blur and dance in her vision until she seemed to float in a field of soft, golden light. At the very edge of hearing, she could detect soft, tinkling laughter as the world seemed to tumble and dance around her. As Ogygia watched, the light shifted into different shades and qualities, eventually reforming into a view of a woman about her age, dressed in white and hurrying along through the grass. There was a sense of urgency as the sounds of laughter ceased and became worried whispers.

Calypso! Calypso, what is going on? Calypso!

The whispers didn’t matter. All that mattered to the woman was reaching the circle of columns and spinning to put the Code at her back and raising what looked like a simple spear in her hands. The Code had to be defended!

Against what, precisely, Ogygia wasn’t sure. Only the sensation of danger was clear. Then, she drifted and the light dimmed, reforming into a more peaceful scene of the same woman sitting in the grass and weaving flower crowns to place on the heads of a pair of children who were sick and injured. The laughter was genuine as was the obvious care the woman had for the children. There was deep healing to be done here. Her view shifted and now she sat in the woman’s place, the stems of the flowers she wove rasping softly against work hardened hands.

“Don’t fuss so, little one,” she scolded affectionately. “We’ll have you well in no time. And your sister can watch to make sure we don’t miss anything. Fight, Neia?”

Winking roguishly at the younger of the two, she grinned, and nodded as both children visibly relaxed. And of course they would! This was Calypso! No one sent to her for healing had ever failed to be sent home again, often in better shape than before. Everyone knew that Calypso was the best Knight Ogygia had had in many years.

Ogygia felt an odd sense of sad pride and was pulled from the scene, back to being one with the light and floating. As she hung motionless within the dancing light, she considered what she’d seen. Healer and Defender. And though she hadn't seen it, she also suspected Warrior could be added to that list. All in the name of her Wonder. The Code. The real Calypso had been everything and served willingly. That much had been made clear to her.

And what had she done? Fought a few monsters and called it a day? No, that simply wasn’t good enough any more. She was a Knight. It was time she embraced that and made her past proud.

It was time to grow up.

With a mental bump, Ogygia was dropped from the vision, still laying in the grass and staring up at the Code. Only now, the Code seemed to glow more brightly. And the sun in the sky had moved, indicating quit a bit of time had passed. Enough for her legs to fall asleep. Sitting up and rubbing life back into them, she considered what she’d seen. She’d learned something and clearly she and her Code had come to some sort of agreement. Otherwise, she didn’t think that it would look and feel so very HERE.

All right then. She was going to work at being a better and more deserving knight. That started now.

Or rather, it started once she could stand up without danger of toppling over and landing on her face.

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