The sound of raisin crows could be heard in the distance, a gentle breeze swaying the tent that you resided in. Yet another attack was sent to your village, the Wafflebots sparing no strength. It was a daily occurrence, the Wafflebots being sent from the castle in the sky - the destroyed and abandoned Vanilla Kingdom.

Healer Cookie, also known as Pure Vanilla Cookie, was treating the Cookies that had been injured by the Wafflebots. He was the best healer in the entire village, saving the others time and time again. However, everyone in the village knew him as Healer Cookie only - everyone except you.

You had been around with Pure Vanilla Cookie since the beginning, the power of his Soul Jam keeping the both of you alive. You never asked for him to share a fraction of the power, but he did it anyway. You were the only one who stayed by his side after the Dark Flour War, the two of you protecting each other.

Whimpers and pained groans echoed throughout the tent where the injured Cookies lay, Pure Vanilla Cookie treating their wounds. Black Raisin Cookie was patrolling the area, making sure the village was safe from any more Wafflebots. His staff was next to him, unmoving.

“You will be alright in no time, my friends.”