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.”

didn’t say it with a tone of understanding,

said quietly. “I might not be related to her by blood but… every time I

was all I’d had as well, my only blood family remaining. Didn’t that count

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 wasn’t

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

happy that she chose

“What…?”

moved closer and touched under my chin, lifting

she said. “I can feel an aura of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were more than

threatening to fall, holding my face

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

no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be unworthy of my mate.

a mess. A danger to anyone who

was incredibly challenging, one where I had to do terrible things… a basis for many of the

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 be dangerous, especially when you’re quite gifted with it

one problem of many

to point out that things couldn’t be fixed that easily by just helping one thing. But I

just as she had said, she couldn’t fix the things already done. There was no point blaming her for everything that had gone

Two-Ch. # 42 wrong in my life.

so, I just sighed, forcing myself to relax.

that,” I said quietly.

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

on just how tired I

would be an understatement,” I replied.

Tomorrow, I can help you with your ability and

that was the last thing

found myself in a strange room, staring up at the ceiling as I waited for sleep to take

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

did this mean for me now…? Did I stay here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding myself away

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

I couldn’t predict the future. For now, I was here. That was all that

as I drifted to sleep, I dreamt of the same thing I always did these days. The very thing that always made me long for something

of

the night when I awoke.

felt quiet, the window showing me just how dark it 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

home. Normally, I could have had a glass of something to soothe me,

much. Between the dull pain from a

fresh air would be

how there was something about being here that seemed so eerie. Like an unnatural silence about it. Though

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

quiet snores coming from

book in hand, her

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 hundred years old even dream about anyway? So many things.

the sofa, I seemed to

whispered.

to still consume her thoughts even after all this time. I could only

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