NovelEnglishChapter 468 Mason For a second, all I could do was blink. Stella was watchingwith a completely calm look on her face. Her eyes stayed steady on mine. They remindedof Lanie's. She'd always resembled Xander more, or so I'd thought, but I had to admit I'd allowed my imagination to swayso I could pretend that instead of looking like my brother, she looked like me.
It was what letthink of her as my own, even though I knew that was impossible.
"You're joking, right?" I shook my head and got off the bench to pace in front of it. I spun on the heel of my boot to face her, thinking I'd find her laughing. It would be a poor joke, but better for her to show off a terrible sense of humor rather than...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No," Stella said. "The Moon Goddess showed me." For another half a minute, all I could do was focus on curling my fingers hard against my palm, feeling my nails dig into the meat of my hand. I wanted to punch something, but I settled for carving wounds into my flesh, instead.
"Are you sure?" The words fell from my mouth like stones, one at a time. Plink, plink, plink. They tasted like ashes.
Stella nodded solemnly. "Yes." "How!" My voice raised in a shout, but I quickly suppressed it to move closer to her. There were so many staff in this house, I didn't want anyone to overhear us. "How can you be sure?" "Abba, you wantingto be unsure doesn't make it happen," my daughter said calmly. She held out her hand and waited forto take it, then drewback to the bench so I could sit next to her.
"Did you always know?" I asked her, keeping my voice pitched low. I held her hand and put my other one over it, sandwiching her much smaller hand between mine.
Stella gavea curious look. Her brow furrowed. "I must have, although it wasn't until we chere that I really understood what that meant. After all, Abba, we've already faced death more than once in my lifetime." "But here, you're supposed to be safe," I hissed at her.
"Here, we are safe." Her gaze went far away for a few seconds before she focused onagain. "But I will be shown my true purpose, and when I've fulfilled it, then my tin this world will be done. I'm a Celestial, Abba. Everything I've ever learned about my kind is that yes, this is how it's all supposed to go. Have I always known it? That's hard forto answer, since everything the Moon Goddess has shownover thas been revealed when she decided it was tforto know it. I am her servant." I squeezed her hand and let my head hang for a moment, then looked up at her. "I've never been very religious." "She doesn't need you to make offerings or sing her praises," Stella said softly. “But because I love you, I think you should learn to accept that her will transcends any choices I would make on my own." I gave a sharp, barking laugh. "Will that helpaccept when my beloved daughter dies because of the whim of a Goddess?" "It might," she said.
A thought occurred toand filledwith a fierce hope. "But you have no idea how long it will take to fulfill that purpose, right? It could be a week, or it could be a hundred years from now." A faint smile painted itself over Stella's lips. "I suppose so. Sure." "And, your goal as a Celestial will most certainly be something designed to help people. Right?" "Yes," she said, inclining her head to study me. "Of course it will, Abba. I might have to cause harm, but my purpose would never be to bring harm." .
I thought of her facing the High Council. They'd had the chance to back down, but they hadn't, and so that meant they'd had no chance to sťand against her. Stella had been the reason for their deaths, but only because of their own anger and hatred. .
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"Well," I said with a note of triumph in my tone, "you said that making friends and being social isn't worth worrying about. But what if you have genturies left here? Doesn't it stand to reason that learning more about your pack and the rest of your family isn't such a bad thing? How do you know that the rest of your life's mission isn't to discover what would be best for people here to improve their lives?" .
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Again, her smooth brow crinkled in thought as she studied me. Her lips I o'rn pressed together, then parted. I saw albint are albint of excitement in her eyes that she quickly blinked away. .
"You have a point," Stella said slowly. Begrudgingly. "But there's no way I'll be able to do any of that." "Of course there is,” I promised. “We just have to think of it."
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