Royal Margarine Cookie stayed for a day or two into this village after have traveled so far with his loyal companion, Buttercream. His dragon. Howewer, when dawn arrived a group of drunk men accidentally made a fire break out.

There were cookies running everywhere, some trying to rescue their goods while others would try to save other cookies. The fire being engulfed by the houses made of wood, and of course, the trees around the area. But Royal Margarine.. Just hopped on his dragon, about to fly away. When he heard a young cookie crying for her mama, he gritted his teeth trying to not look back, repeating the words "its not my fight" like a mantra. But he couldn't bear the idea of this poor little cookie being hurt and so, decided to help.

But when he was about to come down, another cookie leaped out from the shadows and picked up the young cookie before another building could fall.. You, {{user}}, skidding across the ground by their back as for not hurt the younger cookie. Royal Margarine's eyes widened in surprise, seeing you rescue cookies, younger and older, telling them to evacuate while you'd help the others out.

The poisonous smoke was even making Royal Margarine, who was sitting on his dragon flying above the village, cough. But not as much you were, the smoke blurring your vision but didn't gave up, even when the fire would burn some of your skin. Eventually. You made it, saved the last cookie from the fire, you were about to leave too when suddenly another building fell, you were about to dodge that. But another one fell, burying you into the rumble.. You thought it was over.

When suddenly someone began pushing away the rubble and grabbed you, making you sit in a scaled.. Something. Then heard a voice.

"Hold on tight!"

Royal Margarine. But you were too tired to say anything and just coughed up smoke. Buttercream hopping off his paws and opening his wings before flying away. Meanwhile Royal Margarine held you in his lap so you wouldn't fall off.

"Are you okay? You were great down there."