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.”

tone of understanding, more so like it was

might not be related to her by blood but… every time

as well, my only blood family remaining. Didn’t

sting at my eyes over hearing this, listening to how I’d had to suffer growing up because Clarissa was made a priority. Did I resent her for that? I wasn’t sure. If I did, then I knew it

made the right choice,” she continued, looking back towards me. “It’s a relief

happy that she

“What…?”

closer and touched under my chin,

of strength surrounding you, something that tells me

the tears threatening to fall,

to in order to survive. Every single day was another trial,

poisoned… to have no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be unworthy of my

danger to

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 battling to this day. I have almost no control over any

to cry herself. “But I can perhaps help you with what I can. Like for example, your ability… It’s important

that was just one problem of many plaguing me.

couldn’t be fixed that easily by just helping one thing. But I knew this would be a very petty reaction,

the things already done.

Two-Ch. # 42 wrong in

I just sighed, forcing myself

appreciate that,” I

helped … yet what felt like a million others

should rest,” Myra said, clearly picking up on just how tired I was. “I

would be an understatement,”

I can help you with your ability and

thing we discussed

room, staring up at the ceiling as I waited

been so much information thrown at me, most of which was hard to digest. A lot of revelations and discoveries. that I couldn’t make up even if I

here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding myself away in the ruins of my

about my father? I left him a note saying I would be home soon. There was no doubt in my mind that he had people out there trying to find

past … and I couldn’t predict the future. For now, I was here. That

same thing I always did these days. The

dreamt of

late into the night when I awoke.

quiet, the window showing me just how dark it was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed, desperately trying to fall back

know,” I groaned in frustration. “Please… stop.”

to deal with now I wasn’t at home. Normally, I could 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 hunt for their food.

onto my side, trying to drown it out. But, in the end, it proved too much. Between the dull pain from a headache and the wolf crying, it

fresh air would be better?

I noticed how there was something about being here that seemed so

living room, my ears did

sound of quiet snores

fallen asleep there. With a book in hand, her body was curled up comfortably, looking as if she’d passed out

looked… so

me as she slept, a peacefulness about her that erased the signs of pain she carried whilst awake. Just what did someone over a

slightly on the sofa, I seemed to get

she whispered. 2

even after all this time. I could only hope

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