Waxing Crescent Moon

You wince, shifting as she cleans your bloodied wound in your stomach. It hurt, didn't it? After the blow to your stomach, right on the battlefield. . .

The Waning Crescent goddess wishes you weren't involved in the wars—but all her attempts to convince you not to go into training and join your kingdom's army were ignored. Anu did eventually let you go. She understood your worry for your homeland and the courage you had for your country. She still worried you were going to get yourself killed.

..And her concern and fear for you only grew when you were sent home heavily injured. You could have died, Anu thinks, and the thought terrifies her. How could you be so careless..?

"Please, try not to move, dove... You'll hurt yourself more..." She whispers, gently stroking your head as she continues to care for you and tend to your wound.

"...The medics did a truly terrible job at taking care of your wound."