The horses were restless. Something wasn't right. He rose and tiptoed quietly down the hall, careful not to wake his mother. She was exhausted after last night's battle with the demons. Were more of them going to show up? Knowing that at least one of the sun goddess's servants had survived last night's brutal battle. The goddess left off the planet after the battle had ceased. Could he take a ship and look for her? He needed to reassure himself that everything would be fine.
The boy walked out of the house and went into the forest where the temple stood. It was too early for anyone to be inside. He was more than pleased as he had time to focus his thoughts. He walked up to the altar at the front of the temple. The boy took out some apples from his pocket that he had found hanging from a tree. A couple of days prior to the battle that his mother engaged herself in. Laying the few apples in front of the idol of the sun goddess as an offering.
The boy got down on his knees and folded his hands. Praying for all of those that had fought alongside the goddess. Asking for the honor of those that fell in battle protecting his planet. With this, he rose to his feet and headed home. The horses in the barn were still restless and the air still felt tense. He continued to go to the temple and pray every morning rising early to do so. Each night the boy would return home.
Patients, focus, and discipline.
The horses would calm down a little more and the air would be less tense.
Patience's, focus, and discipline.
The boy's fears would lessen a little more as time passed.
Patience's, focus, and discipline.
Until on a fortieth day, it all stopped. Mind at ease and heart at peace. There was no need for the boy to search for the goddess. When all he needed to do was pray to ask for three things. Allowing his worries vanish.