A Gift from the Goddess

“Raven, wake up.It’s midday already,” continued the voice I’d just heard. I pulled myself up and winced, touching my forehead gently. A loud thumping pulsed painfully inside as a headache immediately looked to greet me. It seemed this day was already off to a great start. 

“Raven!” the voice called again. 

“I’m awake!” I yelled back. 

Two minutes. That’s all I was asking for. Two minutes to wake up and process… whatever the hell *that* had been. I could still recall it vividly, witnessing what I could only assume was the form I took when I became the beast. Perhaps this was my consciousness manifesting it. 

Appearing inside my nightmare due to how prevalent it had been on my mind prior to sleeping.

 After all, they say that dreams hold significance to the things you are worried about when awake. 

Nonetheless, it was still surprising to see its appearance for the first time; if that depiction was even accurate at all. A coat of fur as dark as my hair with fearsome eyes. Was that truly the last thing some people saw before their death? 

I shuddered at that thought. Regardless, I had to do my best to push it out of my mind as there were more important things to worry about today. 

And with that final thought, the door then swung open revealing an older man with greying hair. He might have even been considered handsome for his age if it weren’t for the several scars marring his face…. 

“Get the fuck out of bed and get your ass to the gym,” he said sharply

.…

And if it weren’t for his terrible attitude. My eyes narrowed slightly at the intrusion, but I kept my calm. I’d found it better not to get angry with my new tutor, Gavin. 

Though nowhere near as competent as his deceased predecessor, he still was a formidable opponent in a fight. One with a temper as short as his patience. And with that overbearing attitude, probably compensating for something else just as short.

“I have an event tonight, sir,” I explained politely, forcing myself to appease him. 

“I’m expected to make an appearance in front of many important people. The boss should have already told you that I need to look my best.”  He snorted in a laugh. 

“No amount of make-up is going to help you if you keep sitting on your lazy ass. Besides, I don’t see how training would interfere with the event.” 

“And when I’m presented to these people covered in bruises from training, how do you suppose I explain that without a formal investigation being started? …*Sir*” I tilted my head and stared him down, waiting for his reply. 

But instead of his brow furrowing slightly in the realisation that I was correct, like what I was expecting, instead he did the complete opposite. 

…He smirked. 

“Well, I don’t suppose there’ll be any issues running laps, then?”. Goddammit. 

Four hours later my training session was finally done, leaving me with only a few hours to get ready for the charity event. 

And whilst Gavin’s inability to give me even a single day off certainly was a hindrance, what was most important now was to ensure I looked immaculate for the special assignment I’d be working come nightfall. 

Something easier said than done given the dark circles under my eyes. In preparation for the mission, I’d memorised everything that the manilla folder had listed on this foreign mayor, Victor Lycroft. 

But despite that information, and despite the fact I’d had many missions far more difficult than this before, I still felt… off. 

Was it because of my lapse in control yesterday? Or perhaps the pressure to ensure I didn’t fail  again? 

Or was it because I knew my punishment would be the most severe to date if I came home empty-handed? 

another wave of nausea

then yelled

time. Not wanting to delay

my father said as I slid into the

for keeping

 “Results are all that matter,” he chuckled, sipping on a drink in

black dress compliments your beauty perfectly. I doubt we’ll have any issues with tonight’s agenda,

sir. I’m confident we’ll have no issues.”

here tonight as my daughter. Remember

course,” I said, forcing a small smile

“Father.” 

during those times. Not to say he wasn’t my father, but my training had always been very strict growing up to ensure I was as beneficial as

was considered one of the best benefits I possessed. Which was why this event was

many key figures, losing that faceless edge of the past. Restricting

me one very crucial thing… It told me that my father considered this mission more important than my best asset. So

pulling me from my thoughts, and I felt

a well-dressed man opened the limousine door and offered me his hand to help me out. Not that this was strange for this type of upper-class event. In fact, I was grateful for the gesture as I took him up on it, grabbing my floor-length dress together in

said, though I was unable to stop myself from immediately looking around

described as a mansion, all things considered. Vines crept up the walls of the three-story building, surrounded by a meticulously

that felt… different. Something in the air.

on,” my father said, gently grabbing

be inside.”

me up the stone steps and through a set of large double doors that

some of the fine art and decorations they had on display as my father led me through the

reached another set of doors

volume of people in attendance. It was by far the most expensive looking event I’d ever personally attended, something that probably wasn’t too difficult to accomplish given this was my

father inside, as opposed to

in greeting. I quickly refocused in

same age as him but where my father’s features were dark, this man’s were

my father

your lovely home. It’s always a delight whenever

of course!” he said,

most important sponsors. And I see you brought along a very beautiful date tonight! You lucky man.” I shifted uncomfortably at the comment but was thankful that my father only laughed

my mistake,” he

face immediately went to one of surprise as he took in my

you had such a lovely a daughter!

*Social*. 

wasn’t a job I could accomplish from

part; talking to strangers and leaving a good impression.

I finding it

father must have sensed my lapse in normal etiquette, and I felt as his cold eyes turned towards me. As if

quickly shook

 “Mayor Lewis,” I said, forcing my lips to respond. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My

discredit his policies. But he didn’t need to know

for selflessly organising this event,” I continued.

won’t come close to the generosity you