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.”

say it with a tone of understanding, more so like it was

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

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

resent her for that? I wasn’t sure. If I did, then I knew it was incredibly

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

She was happy that she

“What…?”

moved closer and touched under my chin, lifting my face up.

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

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

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

that, but being poisoned… to have no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability,

a mess. A danger to anyone who

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

said, looking as if she 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

problem of many plaguing me.

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

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

wrong

I just sighed, forcing myself to

appreciate that,” I

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

tired I was. “I

be an understatement,” I

nodded in understanding. “I’ll prepare you a room. Tomorrow, I can help you with your ability and answer any more questions. you might have.”

the last thing we discussed that day.

room, staring up at

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

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

soon. There was no doubt in my mind that he had people out there trying to

was clear I couldn’t change the past … and I couldn’t predict the future.

same thing I always did these days.

of Kieran.

very late into the

window showing me just how dark it was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed,

groaned in frustration. “Please… stop.”

something to soothe me, but here…? Well, I doubted they had

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

some fresh air

heaved myself 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

room, my ears did pick

quiet snores coming from the

of the noise and found Myra had fallen asleep there. With a book in hand, her body was curled up comfortably, looking as if

looked… so young.

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. must have happened, so many different

the sofa, I seemed

whispered. 2

her thoughts even after all this time. I

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