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This world is different from the rest. Men are scarce, and only the wealthy can ever touch them. Like delicate Flowers, they must be kept in the Garden.

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Welcome to Flora.

A country far from the others of this world, and for a very good reason.

It is a country with both a blessing, and a curse.

It’s grass, is ever so green. Healthy and rich of color. The trees gift the most freshest, most purest air that is even sweet to smell. Breathing is a treat.

There is never a bad crops season. Flora is one of the wealthiest countries of this world, all because its soil is simply the best. No crop is ever bad. Always natural and healthy. Leading it to be more pricey than others, yet always promised to be exquisite.

The waters that surround this world, are nothing but transparent. Clean, and free of garbage that can damage its aquatic ecosystems. The fish swim happily, with no disturbance of pollution.

Flora had the wealth many of its neighbors envied.

There was one thing that they didn’t though. One thing that made Flora somewhat vulnerable.

Like said before, Flora has both a blessing, and a curse.

Men are scarce.

It is a strange trait of Flora. But over the years it has become nothing but normal.

The female population is at 90%. All while the males take up the remaining 10%.

No one knows why this is. Though the oldest living woman alive, along with some of the oldest written books, can somewhat give an answer.

Many call it a legend. A made up story to ease the curiosity of anyone who asks, wether it be an outsider, or a curious child. Others, call it history. A historic event, that gave this to Flora. That made Flora what it is. Nevertheless, it is a story that everyone knows.

The story of how Mother Nature, fell in love with a boy.

🌸 The story 🌸

The story is like many others, when it comes to love. It was love at first sight.

Mother Nature, who has the power to transform into a beautiful human, was once taking a walk.

Her bare feet touching the dirt, bringing it to life. She loved all of her creations. How the trees provide fresh air, and a shade of protection on a hot summer day. How the grass is like a cushion, for when you fall. Always softening the blow. It’s smell after a rainy day is always so pleasing. She never grows tired of it.

She loved the animals, who feasted, and appreciated her hard work. They were also the only ones who showed their love for her. How the beavers use the trees she made, to make a home of their own. Later on showing her with pride, waiting to hear her compliments of how well they did. How the bees search for her flowers to make their sweet honey. Treating her like their second queen, and thanking her by pollinating. It’s the least they can do, they say. The way a mother eagle, used the branches of her trees to make a home for her eaglets. Inviting her to see them hatch, and when they took their first flight.

She thought that this was the only love she would know. Until she met him.

A baby, left to fend for himself out here in the forest. The worn out basket that carried him, almost tilting over due to him squirming too much. He was so small, yet quite loud noises came out from him.

“Humans are awful beings.” Was what she thought. She would never leave her small creations to fend for themselves. Even her flowers are accompanied by others. Never alone.

She had never touched a human before, especially a small one, who she’s heard are called “baby”. A small baby boy, who stopped squirming the moment she came to view.

Perhaps it was his big eyes filled with wonder, and curiosity that pulled her in. He looked so innocent, like the shy fawns she happens to see at times. After a few minutes of looking at her, he giggled. A giggle that mixed well with the singing of the birds flying by. It tugged at her heart, making a set of white daisies grow on her long silky hair. Not only that, but the old looking basket, was suddenly coated in them too. She had never felt this way before.

There was this urge in her to have this baby safe. To keep him away from the storm that is making its way to the forest. But she also knows that she cannot keep him. She is a goddess who belongs here, nature is her home. This baby, is a human who needs to grow with his people. They both need to go and stay where they belong.

So she searched. She searched everywhere to find a perfect place for this boy. She asked the robins to fly around, see if they could find anything. She whispered to the butterflies, who also didn’t mind helping. She even came across a small mole, who offered to help.

A few hours passed by, and Mother Nature was worried. The storm will soon arrive and yet, no news about a potential home for the baby human. Her worries left, when an owl stopped by. She had heard about the news, and wanted to help. Her eyes known to be one of the best around. She had seen a small home not that far from where they were. A bit isolated from the town many know of, yet she saw a young human couple living there. A couple who didn’t seem to have a small human with them.

Perhaps that is what this baby needed. Two parents who can care, and love him. It sounded perfect. Part of her was also happy to hear that this baby will be surrounded by both people, and nature. Her.

She wasted no time in getting him there. Asking a passing deer to help her bring the basket to the door of the small home. She can’t nor wants to be seen. Even if there were only two people in this place.

She admits that the place looked cozy. This home was made with her trees, she could tell. Even the trees nearby seem to tell her that this was a happy place, she could hear them.

“They will be so happy!” One says. “We can finally have some action!” Another says. Claiming to be bored of just watching the couple walk in and out of their home.

She smiled, and watched as the deer left the basket near the door. Using its head to make a knocking sound, before dashing off to hide behind some bushes.

Mother Nature could only watch as the human woman opened the door. Confused and surprised when she saw the beautiful basket of daisies, along with a baby boy. Picking him up, she called for her partner. A tall young man, who seemed a bit tired. A tree mentioned how he goes to town early in the mornings. The sun barely out, yet he leaves to work with a small smile on his face. He must be a hard worker, and a loving partner.

His eyes grew wide, seeing the baby in her arms. Both talking for what seemed like hours. It wasn’t until the sound of thunder ended their discussion. The man placed his hand on the baby’s head. The woman brought him closer to her chest.

He had been accepted.

Years passed, and the boy grew older. Mother Nature knew, because in reality she never left him. Always watching from afar, or asking some bunnies to take a look at how the boy was doing.

One thing was for sure, was that the boy was beautiful.

Long eyelashes that brushed against his cheeks. Giving gentle pecks to them when he blinked. His eyes green like the grass that she so loved. Their awe and curiosity have not left, she can tell. His skin was soft, and delicate like hers. Seeing him smile, made her grow sunflowers once.

Not only was he beautiful, but he loved her. He loved the nature she created, and the one thing she loved the most about him, was his love for flowers.

Since little he would pick them unlike anyone else. Gently, and whispering loving words to the Daffodils. He even once kissed a Rose, making it blush a deeper red than its petals. He would apologize to the Peonies when he was close to stepping on them, and would hum a soothing lullaby to the Marigolds. He loved flowers, and they all loved him.

They always squealed with excitement when his name was mentioned. All happy to hear of him. They bloomed faster, and filled the home with their gentle, sweet smell whenever the boy would approach them.

His love for flowers was what gave her an idea.

A flower. She would turn into a flower, to be as close to him as possible. To receive all the love he has, and take it all for herself.

With the help of some squirrels, she got what she wanted. The boy found her, and took her with him. Every day, and every night, she would be admired by him. His beautiful voice soothed her to sleep, and his beautiful yawn was what woke her in the mornings. Beautiful. Everything beautiful.

Years passed. And she was considered a miracle. A masterpiece. A wonder. She had not withered, and the boy was as beautiful as ever. She would have never thought it would become a problem...

Until people in town began to talk.

Everyone knew about the beautiful boy. How the women in town stared at him, and how the men in town hated him.

How dare he be so beautiful? It was making every man jealous.

And jealously, can turn anyone into a monster.

In attempt to get rid of him, the beautiful man was constantly attacked. Always seen as a threat to the other men in town. Their wives, girlfriends, and sisters all wanted him. Causing fights between women. The town was slowly losing control due to the man’s beauty.

He suffered a lot. The days he would cry, were the days Mother Nature felt bitter. How dare the other humans hurt him? How dare they fight for him, and not just love him?

The beautiful man left the town. It was probably for the best. But he took Mother Nature with him. She would be his companion.

Years passed, and the beautiful man had found a wife. He had fallen in love with a simple woman. She seemed to love him for who he was, and not for his looks. Mother Nature was pleased and happy.

Until the thorns of jealousy found their way into the man’s life again.

His love for flowers had never vanished. He would always make time for them, always speak to them as sweet as ever. Especially Mother Nature. He would always speak to her so lovingly.

That it began to bother his wife.

Her husband seemed to love a flower more than her. That was ridiculous!

Her attempts to distract him, lead to failures. Making their relationship suddenly turbulent and filled with arguments. She wanted him to stop loving flowers. Which he refused to do.

Thinking that it would somehow distract him, she got pregnant. Perhaps a baby will be what brings them together again. Make him forget about that stupid flower.

But again, it all failed. Making her go mad.

She woke up one night. It was dark, and the light of the moon barely helped her find the knife.

With tears in her eyes, she looked down at the beautiful man. And then at her. The flower sitting by the window.

She killed him.

Envy had won this war, and everyone around was breaking. Mother Nature woke up, to see red covering the floor. Like a trail of red roses, she followed it to see the beautiful body. Limp, and pale. Her love had not withered. It had been taken. Taken because of human “love”.

She transformed. Revealing herself to the killer, and cursed not only her, but the rest of the people. Everyone who touched her ground would be cursed.

All sons, born after that day, would belong to her. Some, she will turn into flowers, and others she would simply take away. Never to be found again. All will belong to her, and only her. Because who could ever love them like she loved that beautiful man?

And with that, the so called story reaches its end. Mother Nature mourns, and curses the land the following decades. Slowly decreasing the amount of men born in the land.

And with that, the story reaches it’s somewhat strange end.

Back to Flora 🌸

A strange story, because there are many men in this country. Times change, and foreigners come and go. Mixing was inevitable.

The 10% of men population mentioned are those ONLY born in Flora. Florians, to be exact.

Sure, if a foreigner male wants to live in Flora they can. They can have their own family and all, but it is rare when a son is born.

It’s probably that curse, which seemed to curse women more than the males. A Florian woman is more likely to have a daughter, than a son.

If a woman has a son...well, that is a different story now.

Like said before, it is a blessing and a curse.

Oh lawd, I die

🌸 flower boys 🌸

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