There once was a nation, considered humble and small.

The three prince brothers loved it very much, but they had a problem.

An illness had come to the land long ago, but it could not be seen in the eye: it was a matter of the heart. At least one in five was afflicted, in various ways that hurt their minds.

And so they divided up the problem solving into three.

“I’ll learn what the illness is, and what to make and give the people.” said one.

“I’ll learn how to make it and provide it for them!” said another.

“I’ll find out who has the curse, deep in their heart.” said the last brother.

The first brother had to do his task first; and so he ventured from one academy to another. He searched and learned all he could, when he found that a magic fruit could curb some of the pain.

He sent word to the second brother.

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The second brother went to work, traveling from land to land in search of an abundance of the magical fruit. South, where few resided, he found a small patch.

“No!” cried the small village. It was theirs, and it was their only food source.

The brother found that troubling.

He talked and negotiated with them until he found other plants they could grow and eat in the South, and they let him send the seeds to his other brother.

The last brother got the seeds at last, slowly becoming afflicted by a curse, but not quite the same one as the people.

The seeds were few and slow to grow, he had to sell them for a high price to keep them maintained, as the kingdom was quite poor.

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He had found some of the people afflicted, but it was difficult after all- there was no visible sign. He often had to talk with them, had to discover what particular ailment was hiding in their mind.

As time went on he was able to grow more and more of the magical fruit; however he sold the same amount as he did originally, taking the loot and hiding it in the castle.

The kingdom had always been poor- even the princes’ were brought up similarly as the common folk. The last prince was sick of it.

The last prince had become afflicted by the curse of constant hunger for wealth, he had become greedy. He took over the kingdom and became king while his brothers were away.

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