A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter Twenty-Three Once I managed to convince my mother to let me go home, I began to think through my options. There was a lot of risk involved and I didn‘t exactly have much knowledge in the area.

Unfortunately, I didn’t end up having much time to myself though as my father came home and immediately told my mother what had happened in the meeting.

…Naturally, she was furious.

I wasn’t sure if it was anger directed at my desire to not be Luna, or maybe just due to the fact I had completely kept them in the dark about the whole thing, but they were frustrated over the entire ordeal. By the end of the argument, I realised that the only thing I took away from the conversation was that it had cemented my decision to not tell them my plan. The plan to take up new training. They also tried to ask me about my Goddess mark, but I remained purposely vague and uncertain with them about it all until they eventually dropped it. It was something I would need to keep closely guarded and would likely be something I’d never be able to tell them. I loved my parents deeply and were so thankful for them, but there were some things they wouldn’t be able to understand if I told them.

School resumed as normal with the exception of my new social interactions, or in some cases lack of. Myra had now taken it upon herself to become my new number one fan and sat with m e in the library every day. Having her around me all the time was uncomfortable at first, but I knew she didn’t mean any harm. After a while, I even began to get used to having her around. She came off as a genuinely sweet girl and so her positivity was sometimes just what I needed i n my day.

That being said, as much as I liked her as a person, a part of me was still refusing to open up to her. I attributed it to my friendship with Sophie in my past life. It felt like I always going to have some sort of a wall now and never truly be able to open up to someone again. Luckily, my guarded nature was something that didn’t seem to phase Myra in the slightest. 

Cai, on the other hand, was someone I found myself going out of my way to avoid as much as possible. I caught his eye now and then in the hall, to which he waved at me, but inside I was struggling with being able to face him. I couldn‘t shake the words he‘d said to me after the meeting with the Alpha. He‘d wanted nothing to do with me and wanted for us to go our separate ways. I was sure he’d only acted so nice to me afterwards because of the whole Aleric interaction; possibly was only still acting in a friendly manner due to it. 

Every time I saw his face, I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. He was only taking pity on me because he’d seen me in such a mentally fragile state. If he‘d never witnessed that then I was sure he wouldn’t even be acknowledging me at school. I was doing my best to respect his wishes, even if he was too polite to outwardly say it. Apart from Myra and Cai, I also noticed many at the school were starting to treat me differently; even some of the teachers. I heard whispers now and then as they tried to discreetly stare at me, their expressions varying from that of worry to irritation. Words such a s “Saintess”, “Goddess”, and even Aleric’s name were thrown about frequently. As a result, I found no one ever dared to come close to me as they feared me too much over my new mark. It was even comical at times to see the lengths people were going to in order to stay away. For example, I’d decided to wait in line to buy something from the cafeteria one day and there was easily a two metre radius of empty space around me as if I were in a bubble. I had to remind myself that they were still children and their opinions didn’t really matter. And whilst the teachers were at least more tactful, I could still sense their uneasiness. My plan for training had also begun almost immediately after I’d returned to my normal schedule. I‘d told my parents that I was going to be studying in the library after school from now on but instead I was using the time to sneak into one of the old school gyms that were rarely used anymore. I mostly hit and kicked at a punching bag, did push–ups and occasionally lifted weights, but I didn‘t really know what I was doing. And so, before long, I attempted to push myself beyond my physical limits. I assumed that if I was having to work harder to move, then my muscles would grow quickly to compensate. In the end, the results were slight, but I could feel I was easily fatigued. Having to push myself to train all afternoon and finish schoolwork until late at night, I could definitely begin to feel the tax it was taking on my body. Another two weeks passed since I started my extreme training and school had just finished for the day. I was excited as today I was going to attempt to add more weight to my weightlifting. Per normal, I gathered up my things and headed straight to the gym. 

most areas. As I arrived at the gym, I could feel that my head was feeling especially dizzy already but I knew that results didn’t come cheap. I strapped on my boxing gloves and began to punch at the bag with all my strength to warm up. However, after only five minutes of training, I was beginning to feel faint, my vision

hand missed the punching bag... and I could

only at the last moment that I managed to throw my hands out, grabbing onto the

so blurred that it was hard to make out. “...Cai?” I asked wearily. “You stupid girl,” he said, running up

yourself if you keep that up.” He helped me walk to a nearby chair and sat

you here?” I

paths with you, but I

much, I was getting stronger.

much weight and become so pale. Honestly, I’m not even surprised you didn’t see me today, you looked about ready to pass out in the hall. It seems it was a good idea to follow you. You need to stop this.” “No… I’m training. I‘m getting

furious. He was angry at me for doing something h e thought was detrimental to myself. Just

be able to find anyone else that would know what they’re doing more than an

admitted with defeat, unable to look him in the eye. “I couldn’t ask my father and there was

else?” he asked, sounding a little offended. “If you hadn’t been so busy avoiding me, you could have asked me to help, you silly

mind. Someone like him would be