Nightmare was mad. No, not mad, furious. His brother had decided to go to the village celebration. The celebration he was not invited to.
Every year there was a party to honor the tree he and Dream protected and tended to. And every year Dream was invited. But every year he wasn't invited. Even though he protected the dark apples no one seemed to care. They all thought his brother was so much better than him.
Well no longer.
He tossed the apple he had been holding. He had been around the voices for so long he was now immune to them. And Dream knew it.
He brought it to his face and... hesitated. Was he really doing this because he wasn't invited to some stupid party? Then he saw his brother on the bottom of the hill. He decided to quickly listen in on the conversation he was having.
He heard a young man's voice say to his brother "Wow, your so cool! You have to guard both apples day and night! You must be super busy."
"Oh not really. I only guard the golden apples. My brother is the real hero you're looking for"
Nightmare smiled. Even when he was no where to be seen his brother still stood up for him. But the smile quickly turned bitter sweet.
"But isn't it true he's been around the voices for so long his mind has been poisoned by them?" the young man's voices asked incredulously.
Nightmare them came into view.
"You want to know if the apple's have poisoned me yet? Well why don't you see for yourself!" Nightmare shouted, the apple being held tightly in his hand. He took a bite. His brother screamed. He found the taste to be bittersweet. Then everything went black.