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There was once a child, a young dragon, growing up in the world as it is today. He had good parents who taught him discipline yet were also kind and loving, and so the child thought that was what the world was. A little harsh at times, but kind and loving in the end. So the child also strove to be kind and loving. The child first was taught that the world is not as kind as he believed in his third grade class. For the first time, he was honestly hurt. Confused, the young dragon went home and instinctively knew how to get rid of the pain. He took his hurt and dumped it into a bottle, sealing it tight. Years past and as the child grew, he was hurt more and more. Each time, he put a little more pain into the bottle. Every time he saw the bottle filled with pain, he became a little angrier. He wanted to hurt other people, to break things. The anger and destructive impulses scared little one, so he put them in the bottle too. The child continued growing up, being as kind and forgiving as he knew how, until he graduated from high school and continued on to college.

His college was far from home, so he rented out a small one story house to stay in. The landlord was kind to him, and reminded him of his parents. She would come to visit him on occasion to see if he was alright. After graduating from college the now adult dragon went and got a well paying job as a computer technician in an office building. Most of the workers there were friendly; a few did give the dragon a hard time however. One day, a more trying day than usual, the dragon returned to his rented home to find the bottle was too full to hold his new pain and anger. So he opened the window and emptied the contents outside. The next morning he looked out the window and was surprised to find two shoots sprouting from where he had emptied the contents of his over-full bottle. One was black, the other, white. Both were streaked in a dark crimson. Over the next couple of months the sprouts continued to grow, until they had grown large enough to cover the roof of the house in their foliage.

That fall the dragon found that the twin trees had born fruit. The fruit looked like an apple, yet had the same coloring as their parent tree. One white, one black, both streaked in a dark crimson. The same day the dragon found the fruit, one of his co-workers, a rather stuck up fox with a large, bushy tail, was being particularly nasty to him. Feeling more hurt than the dragon had felt in a long time, the dragon went home. When he got inside he saw, there, on the table, a bowl full of the white fruit. The dragon took one and ate it, his mind only on his pain. As he ate, the pain receded, until he no longer hurt. The dragon looked down in surprise at the now finished fruit, then immediately fell asleep where he sat. Upon awaking, the dragon rolled out of bed and began his usual morning routine when he stopped, confused about how he had gotten from his chair to in bed with his pajamas on. Shrugging it off as nothing, the dragon finished getting ready and the left for work, not noticing the empty bowl of fruit was now gone.

When he arrived at work, the dragon remembered his co-worker, frowning and hoping he wouldn't have to deal with him today. Stepping into the main room he noticed that the co-worker wasn't there. Smiling a little at his luck, the dragon stopped to chat with a few of the workers who were more kind to him. One of them, a bright eyed squirrel asked if he had heard about the co-worker who had been giving him trouble before. The dragon said no and was then treated to an explanation about how the co-worker had been attacked in his home and was killed. The murderer had been efficient and merciless. The boss called the dragon in and began to question him, as he had seen the co-worker's ruthlessness the day prior. The dragon sat there with increasing agitation as it seems that the co-worker was murdered while the dragon had been asleep, which he told his boss several times. Unconvinced, the boss gave him two weeks to leave the business, or the police would be given the dragon's name for consideration. Furious, the dragon packed his belongings and left, without so much as a goodbye to his friends. When he had gotten home, he found a bowl of fruit on the table. This time, of the black. He bit into the apple, and found that the flesh was as red as the streaked outside. He continued eating, and, when he was finished, found that his hands had been stained red. The dragon looked up and found himself in his boss's home, his boss groveling at his feet, a large knife in his hand. The dragon's old boss was begging for his life, saying he was sorry and that he wouldn't tell anyone if he left now. The dragon cocked his head to one side, and, thinking that this must be a hallucination or a dream, as he had no such knife, grinned morbidly as he threw himself at his old boss. The dragon woke up in his bed, in his pajamas, to his alarm clock with an odd taste in his mouth. Satisfied it was just a dream induced by bad fruit, the dragon went to the sink to wash his face. He noticed that as he washed his face the water was darkening. Confused he looked up into the mirror and saw a face much unlike his own. It was haggard, and with bags under his eyes, his mane which was normally fairly uniform was flayed in all directions, but to his horror he saw dried blood coating his face and teeth.