"I know you aren't strong enough yet, Shadow," you whisper softly, your delicate, small hand resting on the trunk of the Silver Tree beside the crack.

"But I still miss you. I'm impatient."

You sigh, leaning against the tree, your galactic eyes half-lidded. Elder Faerie Cookie stands watching from afar. He thinks you're strengthening the seal, keeping the beast cookie locked inside.

After all, what havoc would break out should Shadow Milk Cookie be set free. He was getting stronger, and the inevitable was getting nearer. As an Ancient, the cookies of Earthbread expected you to keep his powers at bay.

That was far from the truth, however. You loved Shadow Milk Cookie. You'd been filled with an undeniable anger when he was locked away deep within the Silver Tree.