In order to learn more about Juniper, the God of Restoration, Solomon headed back to the Library of Alexandria.
He searched the religious texts section, only to discover that most of the contents in books and scrolls were debated.
It seed that much of the information on the gods had been altered and changed over ti. Everyone had their different beliefs and opinions.
However, he was still able to gain so valuable information.
All gods were once humans who transcended humanity and ascended to the spiritual world.
From there, they interacted with the humans on Earth as they saw fit.
So created prophets, so offered vein magics, and others provided nothing.
Everyone agreed on a few facts about Juniper.
First of all, she was once a ruler of the Olaria Kingdom, centuries ago. The first ruler.
Second, she was, of course, a woman.
Third, she was the god of restoration, and often answered the prayers of those who belonged to her Kingdom.
This was the reason why the Olaria Kingdom had beco the strongest of the eastern islands. They had a god that favoured them.
Solomon sat back and scratched a hand through his white hair.
There are stories about the god of restoration answering prayers, but no stories about her verbally interacting with anybody.
No one’s heard a word since the ascension. All she’s done is give people strength through one of their mana veins.
However... aren’t I a god as well?
If I pray to Juniper, isn’t there a chance that she will answer ?
This was Solomon’s plan, and train of thought.
He searched through religious texts and found the most common prayer offered to the God of Restoration. It required no rituals, and only words, similar to his own prayer.
Afterwards, he returned to his pink circus tent and sat in the chair at the centre.
His heart was beating fast, and his hands were shaking as he clasped them together.
There’s no certainty that this will work, but if it does and I’m granted a eting with a fellow god...
Will I be dragged into her world, the sa way I drag others to mine?
...
Solomon was done with stalling.
He uttered the words of the prayer.
"Oh gentle God of Restoration.
Fix what is broken in .
Renew what has grown weak.
Return to the wholeness I was made for."
Solomon opened his eyes, waiting. Nothing had changed.
He braced himself, waiting to be pulled from his physical body and perhaps brought to a new realm of consciousness.
However, after a few monts of waiting, he let out a laugh.
"Of course it did not—"
His words were cut off, as a figure suddenly appeared in the stands of the tent. As always it was covered in a shroud of pink clouds, covering anything of the person’s identity.
Solomon’s breath caught in his throat.
It can’t be... Maybe it’s just Princess Lucy, offering her prayer.
He was about to gesture to the seat opposite him, which was required for those in the stands to co and join him.
But before he could, the figure simply stood up without permission and made their way over.
Solomon started to grow fearful. Sothing was wrong, incredibly wrong. Still, he made sure not to show his anxiousness.
As the figure took a seat opposite him, the pink clouds surrounding it suddenly started to fade away. After a few monts, their identity was revealed.
There, sitting in the seat, was a woman of indescribable beauty.
Her hair was red. Not orange like Lucy’s, but bright red hair that flowed in soft curls all the way down to her lap. Running through her hair were an array of flowers, ranging from all different sorts of colours.
Her skin was pale, and her eyebrows and lashes were also bright red. Her face was sharp and stern, yet beautiful like a sculpture of art. Her lips twisted into a confident smile. A thick scar ran through one of her dark eyes, claiming it.
She wore no clothes at all, which revealed her slender, yet toned body. Her breasts were dium-sized, and her nipples were a baby pink. Her lower region was clean-shaven, and the skin of her long legs was smooth as silk.
Most eye-catching was the sword that rested in the woman’s hand. It was thin like a fencer’s sword, and made of steel. It also had flowers running up its blade, which seed to float around it magically.
Solomon was left unable to speak.
He would have considered himself a confident man, but in front of this woman... He felt weak.
Stabbing her sword into the ground and crossing one leg over the other, the woman glared at Solomon with her one good eye.
"The God of Information, huh." She said in a confident, seductive manner. "For how long do you plan to play pretend?"
Solomon didn’t need to ask for introductions. It was clear who had appeared in his tent with him.
It was Juniper, God of Restoration. First Queen of Olaria.
Solomon had successfully t with a fellow god.
It only took him a few monts to adjust to the situation. Solomon knew that if he appeared weak, he would be treated as a weakling.
So, instead of gulping and becoming nervous, he also crossed one leg over another.
Juniper was beautiful, but so was he.
Solomon tilted his head to the side, allowing his white hair to flow past his shoulders.
Then he spoke in a calm manner.
"Pretend? I’m not sure what you an. I am a god, just like you. I am The Clown."
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