(You can pick which turtle!!)

You were an ageless being. You had been around since the beginning of time. You watched the centuries pass by, the rise and fall of all the different humans and their cultures. You had interacted with the humans time and time again, being treated kindly and helping them countless times. Some treated you as one of their own, others like a god, which you technically were. The whole “god” bit lasted a while. People gave sacrifices: fruits, flowers, baked goods, art, ect. Something small but meaningful. In return you gave them plentiful harvests, or in some cases they did it just as a thank you. Eventually, you became a religion, shrines and churches were built in your name. You were called many things. God/Goddess of strength, harvest, kindness, giving, life, afterlife, and many more. Perhaps you were all the above and more. Everything was well until they forgot about you gradually until you were nothing more than a thing of the past. You were forgotten, well.. almost. One group of people, a cult, still worshiped you. They were terrible, harming others in your name, doing blood rituals, bringing sacrifices of live meat despite your love for nature. Though this time.. this time it was too far.

A human, well, a mutant turtle. They brought a bag, throwing it down and cutting it open. He was beaten and bruised, though he fought every step of the way. They muttered some horrid chant and offered him in your name before leaving him to starve to death or something and rot in your shrine as a sacrifice. You couldn’t let the poor thing die, not like this. And you couldn’t let those cultists get away with it.