once upon a time, there was a magic tree, and on this tree were two kinds of apples, bright golden apples filled with positive feelings, hopes, and dreams, and the other a dark black apple, fill but negative feelings, fears and horror, nightmares,

guarding this tree is a guardian, see was pure and kind, but one day, she  was wounded, with he last dying breath, she created two souls, one golden and pure, "dream" the other dark and moody " nightmare",

the two young monsters now guard the tree, and the village near by,

nightmare pov.

its almost our birthday, me and my brother dream, both share the same birthday, the villager always throw us a party, dream always seem excited for the day, due the the presents and positive feelings he get from the villagers,

but from i have to avoid the village and its people, they always didn't like me, they would chase me out of the village, and throw rocks at me, calling me, me a demon, that i shouldn't exist,.... at this point i just hang out in our tree, reading books, i feel safe when im in the tree, but i can only go on the darker side since, i soul can corrupt the golden apples, 

a lot of times dream try to get me to go in the village but i just tell him i rather read my books,

but one day......

i was siting by the base of the tree when i hear,

"well... well. well if it aint the little prince of darkness," a monster said standing along with other monsters from the village, i pretend not to hear them, 

" HEY! listen to me when i talk!"  he grabs my by the shirt and slams me, against the tree, cracking my skull, 

"ahh" i yelped in pain,

"you get him, dingo" said one of the others monsters

"hehe well, since you already pissed me off, might as well" he pulls out a knife, my eyes widen at the sight, he starts to drag it across my skull, tears fall down my face, 

"nightmare! where are you" dream calls from afar

"shit, its dream, lets go!!" the monsters ran off in a flash droping my to the ground, making my clothes dirty, i get up and put my hand to my face to feel the cut that had been made by them,

"nightmare! what happen to you," dream ran to me crying a little, 

"i triped, thats all, you dont have to cry dream" i turn away from dream,

"nighty, you know im here for you if you need to talk" dream try to comfort me

"i know dream....." we both look up at the sky, seeing the sun setting in the horizon,

.....

tomorrow is our birthday

to be continued