A Diplomatic Solution
It soon became obvious to both that they were too evenly
matched. The once forested hills were now scorched plains. The river was now a mud and log jammed morass. The grasslands were now newly minted mountains. A witness to their conflict stepped down from the sky.
“I suppose it's too late for either of you two to shake hands now?” Wanul asked the two.
The one known as Zeus shook his bruised head, his eyes literally blazing. The other known as Osiris, spit out a gob of flaming spittle and shook his head. Wanul rubbed under an eye and loudly “tcched”. He looked skyward from whence he had came and noted the vast audience up there. A horse-headed being was blowing bubbles from a pipe. Another with folded bat-like wings and cloven hooves was paying up to an invisible being, with an obvious look of disgust on his face. A being, with three serene looking feminine heads was eating a bag of popcorn, purchased from a hawk headed creature. There was a rumble in the sky as feet, hooves,claws and tentacles stomped the cloud wreathed auditorium.
“Your 'fans' are getting upset,”Wanul said with disdain,looking up at the crowd and then back at the two opponents. Still breathing hard, it was Zeus who spoke first. He had the baritone voice of an opera singer and the hand gestures of a 19th century high cost trial lawyer putting on a show. He looked on Wanul but he was addressing the crowd. “Since coming here, I have always abided by my true nature, as have we all, but never seeking to dominate others with my presence. I have-” “Cut the crap!” sneered Osiris interrupting. “Your horny ass was trying to get in the sack with one of my attendants! The kid is a freak but that's what probably appealed to 'Weird Harold' here!” Zeus scooped up a mountaintop and made as if to throw it at Osiris, but Wanul stepped between them with one upraised hand, a globe of crackling fire resting in the palm. Keeping calm in his voice, Wanul kept one eye on Zeus, who took the hint, and dropped the mountaintop. It landed in the morass with a loud “plop!"
Wanul addressed the Egyptian directly. “I take it by 'freak', you mean this attendant has both male and female sexual organs or some such?” “ Yeah, Yeah! I was all for getting rid of it, but the wife thought having it around would show we're enlightened beings. The kid worked in the kitchens, scrubbing dishes, so it wasn't like he/she was serving us meals or fannin' us down or anything, so I went along with it. Until this one,” he thrust his finger at Zeus. “ Went hop-skipping down to the baths-” “I have never played hop-scotch!” bellowed Zeus.
Wanul wanted to laugh but he kept his composure. Osiris continued. “Zeus here,showed up at the baths and laid his optics on this 'particular person'. The next thing you know he's all over the poor kid!” Wanul scratched under his bearded chin. He had wanted to wear his natural attire, but his Consort thought that might be seen as prejudicial in the Egyptian's favor as some of Osiris' fellow Egyptians in the crowd were beast headed. He looked heavenward. Shango and Thor, sitting together, shrugged their shoulders. Diane was talking with some tentacled being about hunting.
“I was merely offering to mentor the poor chap,” a composed Zeus said. There were murmurs in the crowd. Some were rolling their eyes, however many they possessed. Some were chuckling. Or what could “be interpreted" as such. And some were going “Eww!” Wanul looked downward on the torn earth. Then he looked up at the auditorium. Time to wrap things up. He addressed all of them. “ It seems plain for all to see, that you two are quite determined foes, neither wishing to yield to the other.
Alright fine! But in this place I rule!” There were louder murmurs and in some places displays of celestial anger.Shango and Thor pointed to where these came from. Wanul frowned and there were immediate negations of the angered ones. The crowd quickly grew silent. “ In my dimension, I am the Supreme Being! Though there maybe some who wish to see different.” He squinted up in Shango's direction, who waved his hands and head as if to convey he was saying most definitely no to that thought. “Here, I say what is to be done in my name!” Since you two can't batter the other into submission, You are hereby to work together! First thing you can do is heal this world and populate it. Then get the hells out these things way after you are done!” He cast a quick hard look at several of the more infernal ones in the celestial auditorium. Only Wzairz sitting beside Hades, returned the look. “The SOB got off easy!” snarled Hades. The others slithered, winged, or stomped off in a sweat.
The invisible being whistled gaily and tossed his pouch of newly won coin into the air.
“Just do it poppa!” shouted some canine headed youngster to the Egyptian. “It sounds like a win/win to me,” said a tousled headed blonde young man to the Greek. “Well, Zeus?” thundered a female named Hera. The one with her, Isis, rested her head on her hand saying nothing. Zeus smiled and extended his hand, wishing a sword was in it. Osiris clasped Zeus' hand and wished he had a knife. Wanul had the feeling he was going to have to watch this place closely.
WHOA! Great intro! I can almost see the first chapter starting with your hero (shero?) waking from sleep in an African valley. . . :D
It's tied in its way, to an earlier story here in this section, "Freehold" set in the land of Ne Varii, an African like country combining features of both the Nile Valley Kingdoms and the horse riders of West Africa.