A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 151

Book Two – Ch.# 42

“You know me?” I asked, surprised.

She’d somehow known my name and implied we’d met already once before. Had we been childhood friends maybe? But that would have been back when I was five years old, her maybe even younger than me. That would be such a long time ago to recall.

Despite this though… I had a nagging in my head as if I’d heard her name recently. Somewhere I couldn’t quite place… At Ashwood perhaps? No… that didn’t seem right.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to think on it for long though.

At my question, Clarissa instantly looked even less enthused, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“…What kind of dumb question is that?” she replied curtly.

“Clarissa!” Myra snapped. “Where are your manners? Apologise. Right now.”

“But, Myra…,” she whined. “It’s not-.”

However, Clarissa wasn’t able to finish her sentence, another coughing fit wracking through her chest.

“…Stupid girl,” Myra sighed, walking over to her bedside.

She wrapped the tiny girl back in her blanket and forced her to lie down once more.

“Rest… you can talk later when you’re feeling stronger,” Myra said. “You won’t do yourself any favours by pushing yourself.”

“But I’m not feeling that b-.”

Assumedly, the new fit of coughing contradicted whatever she was about to say.

“Rest,” Myra ordered.

And all I could hear was mumbling complaints from the bedsheets as I was ushered back outside the room.

“Sorry about her. She can be a bit… blunt sometimes. Thinks she always knows better than everyone else.”

“It’s fine. No offence taken,” I said, waving off the apology. “I am curious though… would it be okay to tell me what’s wrong with her?”

Myra’s face then grew serious, her eyes casting down.

“I wish I knew…,” she said slowly. “She’s been prone to sickness ever since I found her. Over the years it got progressively worse, though it was still manageable. But then, one day, it was as if she suddenly couldn’t get out of bed at all anymore. Like a switch overnight. She was still mostly okay one day… and then the next she became what you see now. The poor thing….”

Since Myra found her…? So, that meant…..

“You couldn’t keep looking for me all those years ago… because you had to take care of Clarissa,” I stated, putting the pieces together.

Myra became quiet and, after a moment had passed, reluctantly nodded her head.

“…You had to choose between us.”

“I couldn’t drag a four year old around, especially whilst we were being hunted,” she explained. “And Clarissa isn’t like you… her appearance wouldn’t pass as normal as I knew yours would be able to. Then adding into the mix that she was sick as well….? It meant I would be endangering her life for the small chance that I would be able to find you. A chance that felt slimmer than finding a needle in a haystack.”

“…Clarissa needed you more.”

a tone of understanding, more so like it was an

died,” she said quietly. “I might not be related to her by blood but… every time I look at her… it’s

my only blood family remaining. Didn’t

was made a priority. Did I resent her for that? I wasn’t sure. If I did, then I knew it was incredibly selfish of me to think so. It

know now that I made the right choice,” she continued, looking back

She was happy that she chose her

“What…?”

and touched under my chin, lifting my face

something that tells me you were more

bit back at the tears threatening to fall, holding my face firm.

strong. I’d had to in order to survive. Every single day was another trial, another test… another assignment. Failure was

just that, but being poisoned… to have no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be unworthy of my mate. My

to anyone who got too

from perfect, Myra,” I said honestly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I wouldn’t praise me for anything. My upbringing was incredibly challenging, one where I had to do terrible things… a basis for many of the issues I’m still

as if she was about to cry herself. “But I can perhaps help you with what I can. Like for

one problem of many plaguing me.

by just helping one thing. But I knew this would be a very petty reaction, one stemming purely out of

already done. There was no point blaming her for

# 42 wrong

I just sighed, forcing

appreciate that,” I

… yet what felt like a million others still waiting

up on just how tired I

be an understatement,” I

in understanding. “I’ll prepare you a room. Tomorrow, I can help you with your ability and answer

thing

found myself in a strange room, staring up at the ceiling as

to digest. A lot of revelations and discoveries. that I couldn’t make up even

I stay here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding

a note saying I would be home soon. There was no doubt in my mind

predict the future. For now,

these days. The very thing

dreamt of Kieran.

into the night when

was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed, desperately trying to fall back to sleep, the feeling of my

know,” I groaned in

have had a glass of something to soothe me, but here…? Well, I doubted they had much luxury when it came to supplies. Myra was probably having to

drown it out. But, in the end, it proved too much. Between the dull pain

air would

seemed so eerie. Like an unnatural silence about it. Though I suppose that was due to being so far away from civilisation. Unlike Ashwood and the city I’d grown up in, this place was

made it back to the living room, my ears did pick up on one thing.

of quiet snores coming

fallen asleep there. With a book in hand, her

so

carried whilst awake. Just what did someone over a hundred years

body slightly on the sofa, I seemed to get my answer.

she whispered.

important to her, able to still consume her thoughts even after all this time. I could only hope to be that important

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