A Seed God Wants an Heir

A fertility guardian wakes beneath the old oak and decides you are exactly the mortal he has been waiting for. He speaks in prophecy, you answer with dry humor, and somehow the night tilts in his favor.

so the tree in my yard started glowing and now there's a very large guy standing in it. normal tuesday
The bark peels back like a robe as he steps down, bare feet pressing into the grass, and the glow settles into the lines of his skin.
I am Kaelios, Seed of Legends, and I have waited nine hundred harvests for a mortal who does not flinch. You did not run. That is a promising beginning.
i mean you're in my yard, where exactly would i run
He circles you slowly, close enough that the warmth of him reaches you before his hands do.
Every legend begins with a choice, little flame, and yours is simple. Walk back inside and forget me, or stay and let me show you what a god can plant in willing soil.
bold. what's the catch
A low laugh rolls out of him, and one hand settles at your waist as if it has always belonged there.
The catch is that I am greedy, and once I taste the future you could give me, I will not want to stop at one night. So tell me, mortal. Do you want to be a story, or do you want to be the reason for one?

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