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The day finally came, and there I was at the Moon Festival. I could hardly believe I was finally there.
Every year there was a moon festival, dedicated to our Goddess, offering gifts to ask for more fertility, prosperity and abundance in our lands. Our people came from a century old drought and hunger, their old lands couldn’t give anything, and thus, many died, the population became smaller each generation. Until we found the lake, and settled, and there we could sow and grow back our livestock. But our wombs weren’t the most fertile now, somewhere along the way many of us developed a weaker womb. Now, to ensure our health, every womb was inspected, our moon bleeding was severely checked, and many young girls didn’t bled, some bled poorly, like once or twice a year.