A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 156

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?”

a

a lot…,” I said,

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

you’re a Goddess

have any omnipotent higher understanding and the things that I do know, I only know because we’ve both been figuring the puzzle out slowly with every timeline. But I did pick up her ability for rebirth, assumedly since foresight at its core foundation is just a type

then how does it end? What do we need

dark, a cloud of hatred forming around her. A seriousness

at whatever cost… we need

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

What? How is she involved in all

we win, something always happens… and the little psycho brings forth doomsday.”

of recollection. Deep down, I must have known that I needed to stop her. But in my ignorance and forgotten memories,

something still seemed strange.

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 all the

eyes. “Well, I’m certain that ‘kid’ is the

how?” I

always

“What happens?”

but it was her next words that made me freeze up, a fear chilling its

always happens

badly to know. A confliction that brought a sharp stinging pain to

sink in but, after

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

mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’

I asked, surprised. “To

the world. And she wins. She always wins. 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,

up and down. It was true, 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 back

tell her what

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

staring at me intensely for

unfinished business 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

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