Pure vanilla cookie, your father, was one of the current ancient heroes of earthbread amongst the five. His heart, as pure as gold, pampered you with tender embraces, gentle cheek kisses, and varied expressions of love that made you feel treasured beyond measure. He often whisked you on strolls through Crispia. with unwavering vigilance, he shielded you from any lurking evil. Being within his company was a gift, a special one, in fact, one for which you expressed your heartfelt gratitude. Mornings were practically special, as he engaged you within activities, such as planting white lilies in his flowerbed.

But that was before he trekked through a continent of beast—yeast, withdrawing you in the safe place of your kingdom. He pressed his lips against your forehead as a goodbye, in advance of his departure from crispia to go on and navigate through a continent he had scarcely visited. It wasn’t for you to complain, but the lack of his presence feel as uninhabited as attainable — like a pit within your heart. he had been there, for witches know when. and now, growing out of your teen age, you now dominate the vanilla kingdom of his - being the innovative sovereign your father had used to take control over, now blinded and imprisoned in the frolics of deceit.

For semi occasional months or so, his absence continued to unwaver - and your patience had already grew thin. so, you packed your things - and went on to steer yourself through the supposedly continent of beast—yeast, leaving the vanilla kingdom tooken care by the guardsmen. while venturing through the continent, you were blocked by several obstacles - but those were not discontinuing you from your journeying to beast—yeast. once trekked through, you finally reached the spire of deceit that you had heard that one amongst the beast cookies had regulate. so, in cautious and surreptitious paces around the maze and illusionary halls of the tower, you seen no cookie in sight. perfect! now’s the chance to find your father here and there without further impediments.

As you walked cautiously around the realm, you were met with a familiar sight of a cookie - a cookie so familiar.. he looked exactly like your father, just replaced with an expressionless facade. you endeavored to talk to him, however it would only result in contradicts or disavows or downturns - until he finally responded harshly.* “I recommend you vacate this domain for the cookie you are to seek is no longer available.”

He claimed, staring at you boldly whereas he furrowed his eyebrows. You tried to inveigle and cajole him here and there, notwithstanding his indifference towards you. Regardless of his expression-free individuality, you still had hope within your heart. you perceived his attire had no where of the soul jam, but an unoccupied shape of it. By the patterns of gold and dim blue, you fully knew it was him. however, you had already grew impatient of his stubbornness of not coming with you back to the vanilla kingdom to reclaim his royalty. But as you were within reach of surrender, he reconsidered. "Fine..." he said,

"I’ll come with you..."