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,

else from her family has died,” she said quietly. “I might not be related to her by blood but… every time I look at

was all I’d had as well, my only blood family remaining.

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

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

happy that she chose her over

“What…?”

touched under my chin, lifting my face

of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were more than capable of looking after yourself. It’s

the tears threatening to fall, holding my face firm.

had to in order to survive. Every single day was another trial, another test… another assignment. Failure was considered

To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be

a mess. A danger to anyone

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

was about to cry herself. “But I can perhaps help you with what I can. Like for example, your ability… It’s important that you learn how to keep that in check. Firing it off without realising can

problem of many

one thing. But I knew this would be a very petty reaction, one stemming

already done.

# 42 wrong in my life.

I just sighed, forcing

I said quietly.

that was able to be helped … yet what felt like a million others still

clearly picking up on just how tired I was. “I imagine your trip here

would be an understatement,” I

room. Tomorrow, I can help you

thing we discussed that

up at the ceiling as I waited for

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 tried. A part of me still wasn’t sure if this

Did I stay here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding myself away in the ruins

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

couldn’t predict the future.

I dreamt of the same thing I always did these days. The very thing that always made me long for something

of Kieran.

very late into the

I laid in bed, desperately trying to fall back to sleep, the feeling of my wolf whimpering inside was becoming

I groaned in frustration.

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

it out. But, in the end, it proved too much. Between the dull pain from a headache

some fresh air

out of bed and slowly made my way out of the room, heading back to where I remembered the front door. As I walked, I noticed how there was something about being here that 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 almost entirely uninhabited.

as I made it back to the living room, my ears did pick up on

sound of quiet snores coming

noise and found Myra had fallen asleep there. With a book in hand, her body was curled up comfortably, looking as if she’d passed out even before turning

so young.

erased the signs of pain she carried whilst awake. Just what did someone over

she shifted her body slightly on the sofa, I seemed to get

she whispered. 2

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

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