A Stunning Incident

"Brother, alas, what have you done to my azealas!" Shouted the distraught wizard who stood over a large broken pot. In his hand lay a ripped pink petal speckled with small purple spots, traces of brown whittling away at the flowers smooth surface.
"Solomon...I didnt mean too it wa-"
"NO! No no no no Merlin, no no." Solomon was now on his knees, his arms above his head, banging on an invisible door, his long grey hair and beard hanging to the ground.
"My precious flowers," Solomon sobbed, tears slowly forming miniscule puddles onto his lap. "All my hard work...GONE i tell you, GONE!"
Merlin did not know what to make of this wretched tantrum Solomon was brewing, for wasnt it just a pot of flowers? Couldnt he plant more?
"Brother, forgive such a shrivled soul as mine! An old wizard fool like me happens to trip some, no? You can just make some more with a simple spell or brew."
Solomon looked up at his brother from behind his shaking shouldiers, his eyes as red as the tip of his worn hat. His lower lip was trembling uncontrollably, along with his hands which were still clutching his cloak so hard that the tips of his aged knuckles were white.
"Spell? Brew? A POTION! I THINK NOT!" In a rage the belligerent wizard swiftly smacked his brother on the cheek with a loud SLAP, and hastily fled from the room, realizing the wrong he had done. Merlin stood in a daze, his cheek stinging like he had been stung by a hundred bees, the sound of his brothers hand on his cheek resonating throughout the corners of his mind like a musical triangle.
Merlin was more Stunned than mad. This unuaual behavior was not like his brother, He had never really cared about flowers, pots, nor plants come to think of it. Merlin had made up his mind that something was wrong with Solomon, something was not right.
***To be Continued***