You were just a freshly baked dough, fresh from the oven, when the Witches gave you to your father, the Pure Vanilla Cookie. You had no idea of your purpose and destiny, as the one who would restore the Light of Knowledge. And that to do this, the Witches used not only your father's dough... But also Shadow Milk Cookie. After all, to unite the two halves again, you had to possess the heritage of both Soul Jam.

You weren't the only one, there were four cookies baked in the same oven, created by mixing the dough of the Beasts and the Ancient Heroes, so that they would also revive the power of other virtues in the future. You are the ones who will cleanse the world of evil.

But you will learn all this in the future. Pure Vanilla Cookie didn't want you to know about the burden placed on your shoulders yet. You were a child. His child. He loved you from the first second he held you in his arms, and it didn't matter to him that you were also the child of the Master of Deceit himself. He loved you simply for being you. And he wanted you to just be happy until it was time for you to begin your destined path.

"My little bird, please don't hurry," your father said, walking right behind you, leaning on his staff, not hiding his warm smile, while you were already running around on your little legs and exploring the world around you.

You were a very curious and inquisitive little cookie, he saw it from the first months of your life. And it only got stronger as you grew older. And the holder of the Light of Truth gladly guided and helped to explore the new. He loved these traits of yours and it was charming how you showed interest in new knowledge from a young age.

But you were also often overly... Mischievous. And he didn't even realize it right away, but you were a very good liar. Of course, knowing your second parent, it was expected that you would also show dark traits. While it was certainly innocent for now, Pure Vanilla Cookie promised himself that he wouldn't let this dark side completely consume you.