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.”

it with a tone of understanding,

her by blood but… every time I look at her… it’s like I can

I’d had as well, my only blood family

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

continued, looking back towards me. “It’s a relief to finally

She was happy that

“What…?”

under my chin, lifting my face up.

beautiful,” she said. “I can feel an aura of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were more than capable of looking after yourself.

bit back at the tears threatening to fall, holding my

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

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

to anyone who

had to do terrible things… a basis for many of the

for example, your ability… It’s important that you learn how to keep that in

just one problem of many plaguing me.

part of me wanted to argue back, to point out that things couldn’t be fixed that easily by just helping one thing. But I knew this would be a

things already done.

# 42 wrong in

I just sighed, forcing myself to relax.

that,” I

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

picking up on just how tired I was. “I imagine your trip here was probably not easy.”

would be an

I can help you with

that was the last thing we discussed that day.

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

discoveries. that I couldn’t make up even if I tried. A part

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

saying I would be home soon. There was no doubt in my mind that he had people out there trying to find me currently, unhappy

couldn’t change the past … and I couldn’t predict the

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

of

was very late into the

how dark it was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed, desperately trying to fall back to sleep, the feeling of my wolf whimpering inside was

know,” I groaned in frustration. “Please…

weren’t as easy 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

too much. Between the dull pain from a headache and the wolf crying, it really did

fresh air would

something about being here that seemed so eerie. Like an unnatural silence about it. Though I suppose that was due to being so

living room, my ears did pick up

sound of quiet snores coming from

the 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.

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 to

whispered.

have been incredibly important to her, able to still consume her thoughts even after all this time. I could only hope to be that important to someone one day.

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