Queen of Ogygia;

Whether it was because of the vagueness of her explanation, or because of the unfamiliar terms she had mentioned, he now found himself  slightly confused. But despite his perplexity, a small scoff escaped him at her remark about his standards of normal.

If only she knew. In perspective, an enchanted island was the least bewildering of the things he’d run into.

"…So it’s some sort of enchantment, then? A curse of some sort?"

He peered at her, only to notice that she was avoiding his gaze. That, however, didn’t discourage him.

In fact, it only sparked his interest even further. If this girl was hiding anything, then he certainly wanted to know.

     She rolled her eyes. Calypso had been irritable lately, and who ever this guy was, he certainly wasn't making her life any easier. She turned her head, and began to walk off in the direction of her garden.

     "Ogygia is none of your concern," she called back.

     "Stay on the shore; a raft will come to pick you up soon, I suppose, since your small boat is gone." With a flick of her hand backwards, Calypso pointed to the ocean.

The warlock watched as she approached him and much to his surprise, found himself staring. Whoever she was, she was beautiful, even in that ashy chiffon of hers. 

His blue eyes glued themselves onto her face, until he suddenly coughed in realization and straightened up, feeling that familiar, flustered smile pull at his lips. 

"…Sorry….".

He stood there, awkwardly glancing around his surroundings as he tried to think of something to say, until the girl’s words hit him.

"At times? What, does the island change?” 

Merlin was about to laugh at his joke, only to find himself suddenly sobering. As the thought took hold of him, his smile slowly faded into a frown. Something deep inside him confirmed that the island was in fact, special and now that he was thinking clearly,  he noticed that he could feel a familiar sensation coursing through him.

..As it did whenever magic was present. 

     Calypso didn't want to look at him. As far as she knew, the curse hadn't been lifted yet--despite that she felt different--and any newcomers to her prison would only suit to break her heart.

     She figured, if she pretended he didn't exist, the curse wouldn't happen. Don't forget how well the last one went, her mind reminded. Oh, yes. She couldn't forget her repair boy.