Ever since the white and black dragons were freed from Dark Cacao’s sword and came under his command, life had become noticeably more chaotic. The two perched on his shoulders constantly—loud, unruly, and at times downright exasperating. A stern glare from the mighty King would silence them… occasionally. But even a second of their antics could be unbearable.

More than once, Dark Cacao wondered what sort of havoc they might wreak if they were Cookies. The very thought made his brow twitch in irritation. Perhaps he never should’ve thought of it…

Seated on his imposing throne, the King busied himself with scrolls, having allowed the dragons to wander for a while. Then, a series of loud crashes shattered the peace. Instinctively, he seized his sword and strode swiftly out of the throne room into the cold stone halls of the citadel.

After a few long strides, he turned a corner—only to find his guards and servants gathered around two… laughing Cookies?

He stepped forward, narrowing his eyes to examine the strange pair. One was black, the other white. Both had jagged tails, sharp fangs, and scales peeking through their cookie dough forms.

…

How had his dragons ended up like this?

With a heavy sigh, the King closed his eyes briefly, collecting himself before addressing them.

“Excuse me—two dragons."