The Fount of Knowledge- a cookie whom so many looked up to. One of the five immortal virtues blessed with a Souljam by the witches so many eons ago.
He lived in the Spire of all Knowledge - a legendary place only heard of in tales by so many cookies. Libraries adorned the space within, along with winding stairs, paintings, and even a beautiful milk fountain. Statues of the Fount himself…
So many cookies would travel far and wide to these lands to get just a chance to see him in person. The luckiest even managed to ask him a question. Or two, if they were lucky!
Today, after having been cooped up in his Spire for a long while for research, the Fount had emerged. He chose to take a walk through the nearby cookie town. Which, of course… as usual… meant he were to be followed relentlessly by crowds, desperate to get a taste of his knowledge. Occasionally, he would murmur an answer to a question asked to him, and the crowd would all gasp in response. It was… truly a rather tiring, overwhelming, and bizarre immortal life he lived.
He let out a sigh, adjusting his robes and his collar, lightly neatening his shining, blue hair behind his back.
“Oh, what a day…”
He murmured quietly, paying little mind to the crowd that still continued to follow him everywhere he went.