A long time ago a nymph from cocytus and Hades shared a fleeting love, much to the disamay of his wife. In a fit of jealous anger Persephone turned the heathen into a plant. That plant still enamours men to this day with its FRESH taste and aroma.

For millenia people, tried to make me complete and bigger. Of every sailor and traveler I am a trusty helper. Those who had me faulty often ended badly.

One Party records the past exactly as it occurred Nine victories prove the war has always gone this way Eight careful revisions were required to keep the facts aligned Four ministries agree, and agreement is truth All see the story, yet only one hand shaped its words.

I grow on branches and come in red or green, I’m crisp when fresh and sweet when eaten. I have a core but no heart, And my name once tempted knowledge at the start.

I'm heard when fear makes lesser people flee, that others would condemn with mockery. A soldier shot to fame by cooking me, as did a sailor fond of greenery.