okay here it is, you should read it all over again as i have changed things,

The Holi Tree

by Synthea Paarup

The Holi tree was in bloom, between the two sharply pointed mountains, Hellot, and Hetell`e.
the tree only bloomed every 30 years. It was a good sign, a sign of prosperity. Yet this time the tree had bloomed purple instead of blue, a sign that the tree was ready to produce fruit. A Holi tree only produces fruit twice in its life time, a span averaging 500 years. It happened to the last 87 trees, 3 years before they died.
It was now happening to this tree.

Once the fruit had ripened half were to be picked by females and the other half were to let fall and be picked up by males. The Holi tree always produce an even amount of fruit.
The fruit was to be planted in two rows. One belonging to the females the other to the males. The rows were to be 1 foot apart and each pair of fruit was to be planted 10 meters from each other. The only hope for the fruits to grow into trees was that the couples who had planted them would marry for love.

The couples had three years to fall in love, after that the fruit would rot and the tree would die.
But if even one couple married for love the old tree would live until the new tree was three feet tall, it would then bare its last fruit, from which could be squeezed the water of life.

Every 500 years the people would drink of this water and live the rest of their life in perfect health.
Thus began the histories...

"As long as the tree liveth
the peace liveth
as long as the peace liveth
the people liveth
when the tree die
we die."

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The Holi tree was in bloom. The Holi tree was in bloom!
Eleah had turned 17 this very night. If the tree bore enough fruit she and two other girls from her town would pick their half of the fruit. If the tree bore enough fruit three men from the town of Hered would pick up the fallen fruit and plant their fruit by the girl of their choice. It was imperative the boys not know the girls, or the girls know the boys.

Every town in the world had been given a certain planting that they could host. And in 87th replanting of the Holi tree the towns of Holi and Hered, finally had their chance.
At the age of 17 Eleah was the picture of Holdini beauty. She was tall and lean (not thin) and had purple eyes, which was very common in holdini girls, but her knee length brown curly hair was exceedingly uncommon. The average Holdini girls’ hair was hip length red and strait. Eleah was the daughter of a poor man whose only riches were his 18 daughters of which Eleah was the youngest and only unmarried one.

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The festivities began early in the week, for the fruit had appeared.

Six Holi fruit gleamed purple from the Holi tree’s silver branches. Three young maids, Eleah among them, stood in white around the tree. The people in the crowd were singing and laughing, eagerly awaiting the picking of the fruit. The music of trumpets soared out from the mountains, where the Priests of I Am, came marching down to the tree, to Have God bless the ceremony.

The priests Trumpets gave one last long blast and all became silent. The three girls stepped closer to the tree and turned to face the priests. The head priest Prayed for God to bless the fruit picked, and the girls.

Once the blessing had been said the Girls turned back to the tree to choose their fruit. Eleah picked what seemed to be the least favored fruit, though it still shimmered Purple and silver, and was ripe. Eleah Took one bite of her fruit like the other girls, and the taste of it made her drowsy, light headed and slow witted. She and the other girls were helped by the priests to dig their holes and place their fruit in them. They were then carried away and placed in a tent within Site of the tree. When Eleah awoke she heard once again the sounds of celebration.

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Chatveck Strode nervously around the confinement Building’s hallway. He had been watching the three men through the Viewing screen and what he saw disturbed him.

(He was a nervous creature by nature and so could not help the knocking of his knees or the chattering of his teeth, or any disturbing feelings he had about anyone.( which were probably unfounded))

The three young men all sat in a corner of their own confinement room’s, closed their eye’s and hummed the strangest tune. It was all very unnatural in Chatveck’s Eye’s

Elhor tired to concentrate on his humming and his telepathy, but for one so learned at it, he found it hard. He could hear his brothers arguing in the back of his consciousness.

'No Maydar, Ehrick must not pass. He is a hindrance to our fathers' plan."
’…As would I be had I not agreed to marry, brother Storack.’

Elhor stopped humming, he could not listen to his brothers any longer, and though they were older they were definitely more stupid than he was. The only hope for the tree to live was that one of them, hopefully two, would marry for love. Elhor stood; he walked over to the door.
“Chatvek, you had better let us out now it has been three days and the ceremony is tonight, we have passed the test. Let us out." Elhor bellowed.
He heard a deep rumbling and the door to his confinement room opened with a swift breeze of air, fresh air.

Elhor tried not to squint in the bright light, but he found it nearly impossible, when his eyes adjusted, he could see Chatvek twitching nervously.
“Well you three all passed, it is a strange occurrence for siblings to pass together."
"Not if we were raised the same way, with the same integrity's.” Elhor spoke smoothly
Elhor was not surprise that Chatvek knew of Storack and Maydar being his brothers, he was more embarrassed.

"And it is not very often at all, that you see any man using telepathy to ward off insanity." Chatveck’s frightened eyes glanced quickly about the room.
"Yes, isn't it? My brothers and I are all telepathic. Strange that it should be between brothers? My father is the famous for his telepathy. It runs in the family."
With that Elhor strode past Chatvek into the dining room. Chatvek stood dumbfounded; surly these were not the sons of Heeltar the mind reader. Surly not
"Aren't you amazingly perceptive today Chatvek. Let's see if you can guess the rest."
Elhor walked into the room eating a jiater fruit.
“Yes Elhor let us see." His brothers walked in unison into the room.
Elhor scowled at his brothers, they were playing the part of being intelligent extremely well. The only way Elhor knew they were not, was because he could read their minds, Not they his. The three brothers surrounded the frightened Chatvek who nervously led them out to the Holi tree were the ceremonies were taking place.

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The three young men were paraded out to the Holi tree, for the remaining fruit had fallen to the ground. They were blessed by the Priest of I AM, and chose their Fruit from the ground.

Then the three young women, who had planted their fruit one week earlier, came and stood above the place where their fruit had been planted. Elhor immediately strode to the place across from Eleah. He would have the most beautiful or nothing at all. He could here his brothers once again in the back of his mind complaining.

‘Why does Elhor always get the best he is the youngest.’

‘Shut up Maydar, he’s father’s favorite, he always gets what he wants.’

Elhor rolled his eyes, and looked across at Eleah.

Her head was bowed and she did not look at him, or move, she simply stood.

When Elhor’s brothers stood across from their lady of choice, the priests instructed that they begin to bury their fruit. When that was done the couples were paraded back to the city of Holi, for the fertility feast.

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Late in the night Eleah visited the Holi tree. Her brown hair unbound she knelt beside the tree.

“Unseen God, creator of our Holi tree, please allow its fruit to grow, make it strong. Grant my people the promise of peace given by that living tree.” She paused a moment and then continued.

“Most holy of holy, I pray that this man Elhor, who has chosen me to be the fulfillment of his fruit, would be a kind man, Lord, a man that I could love so that the fruit would grow and become the Holi tree. In thy sons name grant my Prayer.”

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The Lord answered her prayer. The powerful man Elhor, despite his own selfishness, soon fell selflessly in love with Eleah and she with him, they did indeed marry for love.

Their fruit grew into a perfect white tree, the old Holi tree gave of its fruit one last time, and the people of the Holi nation drank once again the water of life, and lived happily on, much longer than would be normal, if not for the Holi tree.

The two brother’s Maydar’s and Storack’s, chosen brides soon found the brothers very stupid and could not stand the sight of them. They ran away and were never heard of again. As for the Brothers themselves, they lived happily ever on in their own stupidity, believing that their sharp wit had driven their ladies away, for fear of feeling stupid.

So truthfully in the end it all happened all over again, but with different people of course.