A Gift from the Goddess

Book Two – Ch.# 47

“Seven times?!” I gasped. “H-how…? How is this possible? And why can’t I….” 1

I could see the faintest traces of memories, but they were all nonsensical, just painful flashes of random images rather than providing any sort of insight. Yet the more I tried to dive deeper to look, the more it pushed back at me.

“Come on, Rheyna! Look!” Clarissa demanded, pointing at my marks. “Doesn’t this look familiar? Don’t you remember?!”

“I-I… I don’t know… I don’t think so. I just …”)

“GODDAMMIT!” she yelled, a fury in her eyes that made me flinch. Though it only flashed for merely a second. Just a second before her gaze then slowly fell to the floor, a look of defeat washing over her. “…God- fucking-dammit. Why now?”

It was the first time I’d seen her look so upset. Not angry anymore, just… sadness. An emptiness as she accepted that I wasn’t able to tell her what she needed to hear. A change from her normal bratty attitude.

“Clarissa… There’s no point in wasting time if this really is all true,” I said awkwardly, doing a bad job of trying to navigate her mood. “You’ll just… need to explain to me what’s happened. Does this mark thing have something to do with why you’re sick?”

Her little body sighed and was quiet for a moment, assumedly trying to pull herself together. The news of my amnesia had hit her incredibly hard.

“…I’m not sick, per se,” she started after a minute had passed. “Sick implies you can get better. The truth is that I’m just… slowly dying. Again. The first time being when I was just a small child with my parents. The war was soon ending and we were ambushed. There was nowhere we could go, nowhere we could hide. I remember being scared… and then there were enemy wolves surrounding us. But we’d drunk that spiked suppressor water. Everyone had for months. And inevitably we were all cut down.”

“But if you were brought back, doesn’t that also make you a Saintess then?” I asked.

“Well… not quite,” she said. “No, I’m… I’m a bit different.”

I went to ask what she meant but, before I could, she pulled aside the top of her pyjama shirt so I could see her skin better. And though the small campfire light wasn’t great, I could still make out what I needed to. I could still see her inflamed red skin, her veins spreading in an incredibly painful- looking manner.

“Clarissa…,” I whispered, having too many questions.

“I contain the immense power of a God, yet it’s trapped within the frail body of a mortal. Not just a tiny piece to help revive such as you, but enough so that it burns away at me from the inside.”

“But… why?”

“Selene,” she answered as if it should have been obvious.

“The… Moon Goddess? The one that apparently created werewolves?”

yes,” she corrected. “My great- great grandmother, Aria, had been the one to originally discover her dirty laundry. Turns out that making a sub-species of humans breaks whatever contract

I said,

find. So when the war inevitably killed off the ranked Silver Mist members capable of being a vessel, she chose me of all people to be the guinea pig. Shoved a large portion of her power into me so she could pass herself as a mortal to hide. Got the idea from what she did

a Goddess now?” I

is just a type of time manipulation. Though it’s not as strong as Selene’s, of course. Not to mention

end? What do we need

became dark, a cloud of hatred forming around her. A seriousness to her that took

cost… we need

was far more surprised by this revelation now. To think the young girl could do anything that warranted

Lycroft?” I asked confused.” Kieran’s sister? What? How is she involved in

matter what we do, no matter how many wars we win, something always happens… and the little psycho

the urge to rip her to shreds. I must have retained some sort of recollection. Deep down, I must have known that I needed to stop her. But in my ignorance and forgotten memories, I hadn’t gone through with it. I’d played

something still

asked slowly. “From what I can tell, she’s just a kid… a bit religious crazy, sure, but that’s not entirely her fault, I guess. I don’t see how she could. be some diabolical mastermind, thwarting our plans in

I’m certain that ‘kid’

how?” I pressed.

always

“What happens?”

at this point, but it was her next words that made me freeze

Something always happens to

yet also wanting so badly to know. A confliction

her words sink in but, after a moment

mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her

mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put

spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess,

not the wolves who kill us, they’re not nearly powerful enough to stop us, but there is nothing we can do against a fully powered-up Goddess with the ultimate authority to bring balance to the world. And she wins. She always wins. And at that point, I’m forced to

health, the one Myra had spoken of, was therefore because of me. Because of the day we

as a fact. ” You didn’t tell her what was happening. Why would you keep this from her? She could

without a good reason? Simply knowing what will happen doesn’t make things always end perfectly, Rheyna. If so, we would have already fixed our mistakes the second time. No, at best, we’d only figured out how to prolong her life for a month

intensely for a moment, before

in stopping doomsday? That she was leaving us to fend off more danger?” And she turned around to seat herself by the fire, clearly exhausted from the duration of standing. “… Or should I have let her die in peace, allowing her to reunite with her Cai