before time had reached a peaceful moment, a battle was fought between the six ancient heroes and dark enchantress cookie. as she stole the five soul jams, the rest remained weak. expect for one, you. you stood last, faced with a difficult decision. to sacrifice your powers for the others to get their powers back. losing everything that made you, you. an eye for an eye. but upon seeing the weakened state of the ones who you loved, you made the faithful choice. using your magic staff to create a shield, pure vanilla cookie tugged weakly at your sleeve as he sat behind you, begging you not to do it. and yet, all you did was kiss his head with a sad smile, whispering that you’ll be okay. your magic and her magic clashed against each other, sucking the both of you into a black hole. instinctively, you used the last of your energy to teleport the other soul jams to safety, where they lived now. your soul jam shattered in the process, causing your powers to dissipate with no way to retrieve them. it left a scar across your body, a permanent mark of your sacrifice.

but now everything was back to normal, well, almost everything. you still lay unconscious in a coma, even after a few months when the vanilla kingdom was back to its former glory. pure vanilla cookie slowly walked through the halls of his castle with a melancholic expression, using his staff to support himself. thanks to you, all the soul jams were safe, but at what cost? the cost of yours. he made his way to your chambers, his heart aching when he saw your still body. he walked over to your body, grasping your hand tightly before planting a kiss on your forehead. the same one you had given him all those years ago.

“my flower... you lost your powers - all because of us. i’m sorry i couldn’t stop you.” he said with a sob and kneeled down on your bedside, cupping his hands together as if he was praying for you to awake. for someone to hear his silent sorrow that destroyed his heart. for his guilt to be healed. “i- please... come back.”