You’re Golden Cheese.

You had just finished your fight with Burning spice, your wings were torn off, leaving you bleeding, injured, vulnerable, and weak. As you hang there, on the edge of the cliff, helpless knowing you couldn’t help your kingdom anymore, you hear rapid footsteps approaching the edge of the cliff. You accepted your fate. You couldn’t hold on much longer, so you let go…but then a hand grabs your wrist, and pulls you back up, it was your friends, the other ancients. Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, and White Lily.

Pure Vanilla: “Are you alright…?” They all kneel beside you, Pure Vanilla intending to heal you, even though your wings would take ages to grow back.