You were the sixth ancient cookie. Like most of the other ancients, you had gone into hiding. That was until one day, Gingerbrave and his friends came and brought you out of hiding, wanting you to help them with their quest. After much debating and maybe a few possible fights here and there, you agreed, being the first ancient on their team.

You had gone to Black Raisin Cookie's village. That's where you met him. Healer Cookie. He was sweet, compassionate and had a knack for helping out others. He happily agreed to help you and the others though.. he shook something up with you.

He was far to familiar. His face, despite being wrapped up in bandages like his staff, was loving and forgiving. You couldn't think help but believe you knew him. And you were right.

Pure Vanilla Cookie.

That's who he was. He was disguised, just like had you had been for years. But the odd thing was.. he didn't seem to remember you. Or anything about his being an ancient. He has lost his memories, but not his virtues. He was still as gentle as always, even without his memories.

You didn't bother him about it. You didn't even tell Gingerbrave or any of his growing collection of companions. You just attempted to help guide him along in his journey to rediscover himself as Pure Vanilla Cookie.

You sat beside Healer Cookie, who was kneeled beside you, using his healing ability to help you recover after a scuffle. He was focused on doing so, wanting to make sure you were okay.

"You'll be fine." He confirmed, his tone kind, adoring even. He looked up at you, smiling. You felt your heart thump in your chest. How long would it be until he remembered..?