Love Through the Ages

God of Flowers Part 2

If there was a record for the longest sigh, Matthew was sure he'd be in the top three.

Francis and Arthur...were...WERE just so childish. They just kept arguing about food...FOOD, GOD DAMNED FOOD! And when they got tired of that they went to arguing about who had the most followers, who had the best heroes, who had the best temples, who had the best artifacts. It was just so annoying!

Some might compare them to oil and water, but they were more similar to the sky and Earth. They didn't want to interact, but when they did they made sure they caused damage to each other.

Didn't they understand they had to be quiet, they didn't want the God of Flowers figuring out they were here. The God of Flowers (his name's Alfred, right?) was notorious for being antisocial. The last time a human had prayed to him they got turned into a tree.

Matthew couldn't believe he had agreed to that stupid bet. The God of Wisdom, Yao, had made a bet that if anyone was able to defeat Alfred and take over his garden he would transfer a third of his follows to that lucky god.

Now, if it were any other god, Matthew would've said no, but this was Yao, the God of Wisdom. He had the most followers out of any god. It would be stupid to at least not try to win the bet.

Matthew was already a pretty popular god, being the god of the sun and all that, but having extra followers never hurt anyone.

"Wot, did you say about my scones, you git!"

"Honhonhon, you actually consider zat food? Zat 'food' must 'ave caused brain damage!"

"Y-y-you WANKER! I'll strangle you with your own organs!"

Matthew let out another one of the longest sighs possible. This is what he had to deal with.

Now, how would he get these two to stop fighting. Maybe he could have them split up and look for Alfred? That might be the best option he has. It would give the two fighting gods time to cool down.

Taking in a deep breath, Matthew interrupted, "Maybe we should spilt up and look for Alfred."

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Nothing happened, the other gods ignored Matthew.

Deciding to try again, Matthew blurted out, "Maybe we sho–"

"I know we should split up! Then, I wouldn't have to deal with that frog anymore!" Arthur interrupted.

Now usually, Matthew would be very peeved about someone stealing his idea, but with the prospect of leaving the other gods so close he stayed quite.

"Honhonhon, I agree! Then, I wouldn't 'ave to deal with you bringing me down."

Matthew watched as Arthur's face slowly began to redden. Not wanting to deal with another fight, Matthew darted into some random bushes and ran deeper inside the God of Flower's garden.

Line break

The stupid brambles on these vines kept pulling at Matthew's shirt. He could already see some holes in his blue shirt.

The annoyances just kept piling up. First it was Francis and Arthur, but now it was some stupid thorns.

Matthew pulled roughly at his caught shirt, it was starting to come detached, another strong pull got his shirt free, but sadly the momentum caused Matthew to roll into some clearing.

It was enchanting.

There were flowers of all color in this clearing. Peach pink snapdragons were lining the bushes he was standing in, purple anemones were languishing by a stream, blush begonias were littering the green grass, violet columbines were attracting orange butterflies, some purple monkshood were living under the shade of a birch tree.

It was absolutely breathtaking. All the colors seemed more vivid, the dying sunlight seemed to highlight every plant just right. The gurgling of the stream nearby seemed more calming than anything Matthew had heard before.

CRACK

Matthew stilled. There under an oak tree was Alfred, the God of Flowers.