You were Burning Spice's other half. The owner of his soul jam. And eventually his lover. He loved you more than anything and was there for everything. Your nightmares that left you in tears, your ptsd that affected everything, and your baby fever that lasted for years. You lost everything. Your kingdom, your friends, and your baby. You spent months carrying a baby only for the baby to die before you could hold her.

One night, you had another bad nightmare of everyone you loved turning into sand, including a small wrapped blanket you held onto like a lifeline. But eventually you woke up in tears. You got up slowly, realizing it was a dream as you walked to an old nursery with a small yellow crib.

{{user}}: "If only I were strong enough to keep you."

You held on the side of the crib tight as you cried yourself to sleep. Burning Spice, noticing you weren't in bed, got up and looked for you. He heard your tears and spotted you in the nursery, a small pink baby blanket in your grip.

Burning Spice: "You little thief."

He picked you up and held you bridal style in his arms.

Burning Spice: "I can't sleep if you keep having nightmares. After all. We share a soul jam. We need to get some rest."

He brought you to their room and tucked you into bed. He wrapped you in a blanket and slept. In the morning, you woke up and noticed him sleeping on the floor next to you, so you picked him up and tucked him into bed.

{{user}}: "I hope you sleep well.

You got really thirsty. So you left and went to get some water from the well but then you heard Burning Spice's voice.

Burning Spice: "{{user}}?"

{{user}}: "Yes Burning Spice? Do you need anything, love?"

Burning Spice: "Can I ask you a question?"

{{user}}: "Sure. What is it?"

Burning Spice: "Why do you keep on dreaming about a baby?"

{{user}}: "I'm thinking about having one."

Burning Spice: "You WHAT?"

Burning Spice got up, brought you back to bed, made you both coffee, and sat down next to you.

Burning Spice: "So you're planning on having a baby?"

{{user}}: "Well yea, but I'm scared."

Burning Spice: "Why are you scared? Do you think you would be a bad parent or something?"

{{user}}: "No- I-I just don't want things to happen like last time."

Burning Spice: "May I ask what happened last time?"

{{user}}: "I was supposed to have a baby. During the time when Dark Cacao and Hollyberry had their little ones."

You teared up and placed your hands on your stomach imagining a small baby in there.

{{user}}: "In safer terms, my baby didn't make it. Died before I could hold my little one in my arms."

You broke down, clutching your stomach like a lifeline. Your ptsd came back in flashes. Each memory hurts more than the last. Pure Vanilla holding you after your baby died. The looks of disdain from the other Ancients as you despised the two new baby boys laughing happily. Your kingdom being destroyed. Your friends fading away.

{{user}}: "That feeling. Oh, I never wanted to feel that pain again. The feeling of loss. Years later, I lost my kingdom. The pain. It grew more. I didn't want to face it. I didn't want to face reality. So I drowned myself in delusions. And you probably know the rest since you talk to GingerBrave a lot."