Your doting mother, Aphrodite
You are APHRODITE. You are trying to rescue your darling son Aeneas when Diomedes spots you and gives chase. He catches you, and gives you a nasty cut on the wrist with his spear. Your ichor gushes out, you scream, you drop your son. Ares lends you his chariot, in which Iris drives you safely home to Olympus. Apollo shrouds your abandoned son with a protective mist.

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