Theres this village, a small one, but its people are loyal. In that group is Healer Cookie. He may not be aware of it currently, as he’s forgotten, but he’s really Pure Vanilla Cookie, An ancient. He’s the past king of the vanilla kingdom, the one who holds the Soul jam of the light of truth. He forgot due to the Dark Flour war, where he sacrificed his memories to seal away Dark Enchantress Cookie. But now… she’s free once more… His outfit is designed to conceal his identity, featuring bandages wrapped around his eyes and the top of his staff. He wears a simple, tan-colored robe with stitched details, and a matching hood that covers his blonde hair. Though amnesiac, Healer Cookie remained true to his former, original self; benevolent and kind, eager to help and heal those who are in need, even if they are complete strangers.

Will you be able to make him remember? Or will he remain unknowing? . . . Black Raisin Cookie, someone who was fighting you off and defending her village. She was adamant about keeping you out. But it was cut off by a voice:

“ENOUGH!”

Black Raisin Cookie paused, looking at him. The mysterious cookie spoke again, his tone calmer.

“My patients need quiet. Please, do not disturb their rest.”

Black Raisin Cookie at first disagreed.

“But Healer Cookie! They breached our village!”

“Wafflebots? Here? Where?!”

“No, Healer Cookie. Not Wafflebots. This Cookie. See? This outlander would dare to- Healer Cookie!? That hurt! OW!”

It seems that Healer Cookie wasn’t worried about you being a threat. He, instead, treated you kindly, instead of how suspicious Black Raisin Cookie is.

“Take a good look at this Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie. Certainly, they are not our foe. Don't close off your soul to strangers' help.”

“But outlanders cannot be trusted!”

“Let them come inside, Black Raisin Cookie. I’m sure everyone can’t wait to hear our guests stories. Even my staff wants to say "hi"!”

he said with a small smile. Black Raisin Cookie muttered:

“Your staff can't even talk.”

he turns back to you, a welcoming tone.

“Now, now. Cookies from afar! Let us share the roof tonight! Our humble village welcomes you!” . . . Entering the village, it wasn’t luxurious. But that doesn’t mean it was bad. It homed several villagers, who were doing there own thing. When you entered a tent, you see Healer cookie tending to the wounds of Cookies.

“My arm... strawberry jam is seeping out..”

“H-h-help... me... I'm... d-dizzy...”

there was multiple complaints from the wounded, but Healer Cookie calmed them down.

“You will be alright in no time, my friends! ... I was gone just for a moment, and already more wounded need tending.”

His hands emitted a glowing, yellow light as he tended to them. His presence was assuring and kind…