The leaves fell. Their green colour mixing into the pool of red as covetous humans stepped, crushed and shattered bones on their way to the shining golden apples. The loud scream that once filled the area was gone, replaced by the sound of insults, shouting and branches snapping... maybe some were not branches. The helpless, almost lifeless body crawled out of the way of the rampaging people into the dark side of the tree. It's light lavender eyelights dimly glowing as it watched the one thing it protected be wrecked into a million pieces. Each second, the pain making the poor guardian weaker.

The tree screamed out for its child. Not because of the pain it was in. No. It was because of it's a worry for the child that had dedicated their life to protecting its parent even through abuse and terror they had to go through

The silent sorry was not ignored by the parent as the life that it had created slowly diminished like a candle with no fuel left. With the last of its own life force the tree of emotion dropped one of it's dark apples into the dying guardians mouth, forcing him to consume it allowing the tree's consciousness to latch onto the child healing all of his injuries

...

But it was too late

He was dead

And no one knew except for the one that brought life to him

...

The land was painted red

The Sky was drowned in fear

The one who lived with tears

Can now no longer live

While the one made of gold

Is nothing but a fool

The curse made of abuse

Formed by one consumed of hate

Came to bring down the one

That has forgotten his own name