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?”

out that making a

is a lot…,” I said, struggling to

and wanted to start digging into what she’s been up to. And she knew what they would 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 to her dead

a Goddess now?” I asked.

with every timeline. But I did pick up her ability for rebirth, assumedly since foresight at its core foundation is just a type of time manipulation. Though

What do we need to

cloud of hatred forming around her. A seriousness to her

cost… we need

before, I was far more surprised by this revelation now. To think the young girl could do anything that warranted this kind of reaction was hard to comprehend.

How is she involved in all of

matter how many wars we win, something always happens… and the

from the beginning, an explanation for why I’d always had 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

something still seemed

just a kid… a bit religious crazy, sure, but that’s not entirely her fault,

scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m certain that ‘kid’ is the key to stopping all of

I pressed.

something always

“What happens?”

getting agitated at this point, but it was her next words that made me freeze up, a

always happens to

too scared to ask for details, yet also wanting so badly to know. A confliction that brought a sharp stinging pain to my

a second to allow her words sink in but, after a

said. “She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best 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 long before she discovers what Selene has been trying

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

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

And at that point, I’m forced to burn myself up inside more and more just to bring you back in time a few months to try again. Or, at least, that was the

she looked in terrible shape. I could only assume then that the dramatic overnight change in her health, the one Myra had spoken of, was therefore because of me. Because of the day we must have come

tell her what

tried that?” she snapped, pain filling her eyes. “You think I’d keep it from her 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

eye contact, staring at me intensely for a moment, before finally breaking.

around to seat herself by the fire, clearly exhausted from the duration of standing. “… Or