A monsoon poured upon Eastasia. The infected water Winston released above the clouds landed in one of Eastasia's district formally known as China. Unlike Oceania with it's advancement in technology and less room for nature to flourish most of Eastasia was dominated by nature which it mainly dominated by monsoons. As the rains poured like cold hellfire a new form of plant species began to grow in a rapid rate.
After the monsoon, a magnificent tree grew within hours. The tree was almost 7 feet tall, the bark dark as ebony, the leaves green as emeralds hanging from the midnight branches and the fruit so brilliant it shone like the sun. As the cold night drew upon former China the people as well as the government noticed the brilliance shining through the thick jungle. The common people stood outside their shanty houses and dirty streets to gaze upon the miracle The Emperor (Eastasia's version of Big Brother) set upon it's citizens. The light in the forest was a sign of peace, the long war (which never happened) was over.
While the common people celebrated on the streets the Emperor and it's government witnessed it in fear. After a thousand years of a false war, was this light shining like the heavens a real uprising? Out of fear for its power the Emperor commanded his soldiers to hunt down the Light in the forest. It took the soldiers weeks to find the source. Expecting a weapon of deadly proportions they were ready to die disarming the machine, whatever it was. When the honorable men did find the light they were in shock that it wasn't an advanced nuclear bomb but a tree of unknown species. For these men who where raised from the cradle of the glories and hardships of war they never knew what peace was. Was this tree peace?
If this tree was peace they were afraid to touch it. Although they were raised to not believe in the supernatural there was an irrational belief that if this tree was touched by human hands they would corrupted it. Out of all the soldiers a man by the man of Xing was the first to pick the fruit.
"Xing, what are you doing?" one asked.
"Don't touch it, we don't know what it is," said another. As much as they pleaded with their fellow comrade it fell on deaf ears. Xing picked the nearest fruit from the vine. Although it was bright it was cool in his hand. Looking closely at it looked like a cross between an apple and a nectarine, a strangely familiar fruit. Xing held the fruit to his lips tempted yet afraid to take a bite. What will happen if I eat it, thought Xing. Would he die? Would he live? Would he be immortal like those ancient stories the Emperor kept hidden from his people? Out of all those buzzing questions came the answer: You won't know until you try. After silently hearing that voice called a conscience his soldiers held their breathes when he took the first bite.
By that first bite Xing couldn't help but eat the rest all the way down to the pit. The brilliant fruit was a mix between crispy and juicy and it gave him a strange energy he never felt before: peace.
Seeing that Xing was still alive the men came forward to have a taste of the fruit. After taking that first bite the men where in awe and joy of this strange thing called peace. An hour and a half later the soldiers, including Xing plucked the fruit from it's branches and filled them in bags hiding them under the rice they ate everyday. They were intending to give this gift to their families including the ones they kept secret the Breeding Police. As they turned their backs upon the tree little did they know the fruit was going to change them in a couple of days.
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While Eastasia was a little humane with it's tree Eurrussia was much harsher. The country formerly known as Russia was under an ice age of snow and sleet. When it was raining hard in Asia it was sleeting mercilessly in Russia and countries around it. Hardly do you see anything expect for something that died in the cold like farm animals. Even though it killed the beasts it preserved them wonderfully, making it convenient for the starving people of former Russia.
During the sleeting storm the essence of the foreigner landed on the carcasses on most of the farm animals freezing themselves into the fur. After the storm the eagerly hungry would gather their dead, thawing them, cooking them, then eating them. For the people the meat was always decadent but it was slowly changing them from the inside and the first to experience the change was a young girl by the name of Annabel Lee.