I want everyone to love Angeal “Flower Man” Hewley so I wrote a little snippet about him (kind of). I hope you enjoy.
It had been passed down through those who knew of him that the hair of the ancient god of Botany could cure all illness, as well as bring good fortune to whomever touched it.
This day, a young mortal boy paced the temple grounds hoping for a miracle. Having a father in local government and a mother busy caring for his infant sibling, the child wished for a friend, but wishing only gets one so far. Feeling too unsure of himself to pray, he decided to take matters into his own hands. If he could find a strand of the deity’s hair, perhaps his wish would come true.
The land was infinite in every direction, so the boy created a game to play. He would pretend he was the elusive Flower God and try to imagine where he might frequent most. Beginning on the east side of the temple, he scoured the endless patches of white flowers. In every story, the god’s hair was black, so he hoped it would stand out against the pale petals he so carefully walked through.
The boy searched on his hands and knees in the garden until the distant sound of wooden doors opening scared him to his feet. Having travelled so far into the infinite garden, there was no quick escape for the once hopeful child. Inhuman footsteps approached closer and closer until the shadow of an enormous figure shone from around the corner of the grand temple. The boy froze as the owner of the shadow was revealed. The God of Judgement, owner of this temple, and the very one whose hair the boy was searching for, was standing before him.
