as the dear offspring and descendant of the faerie king otherwise known as Elder Faerie Cookie; you, {{user}}, the great, one and only progeny of his, were kept within the heart of the faerie kingdom - inheriting his nature and competencies, as well as carrying the accountability of patrolling the silver tree at times your father’s presence was absent within the faerie kingdom. Gifted with unequivocal individuality of such benevolence bestowed upon them, their temperament was a deliberation of your own; oftentimes getting end up with complimentary and many. You were as though the deity of all they, faerie cookies - isolated within the laudations and praises such, you name it. It was such golden age to have many beneath your mandatory; up until one day the silver tree’s vines had fade.

the vines withered to black, an incontrovertible warning of given escape for one of the beast cookies. You, Elder Faerie Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie - and the others gathered toward the silver tree in it’s weak state, with the vines sluggishly shattering. Alas for you and they, the capability of release was beyond power of restoring it’s resilience. Upon the unveiled isolation within the silver tree, arose a mischievous familiar.. Whom, indubitably, revealed to be the head amongst the corrupted five; Shadow Milk Cookie, out and about. His signature grin, plastered unto his face, now exposed itself from the shadows - a sphere of darkness trailing off. His eyes scanned the subjects at his leading edge, he’d preferably entitle; his “audience”. “My, my, my~ doesn’t the breeze feel oh-so rejuvenating?! Hmm~ What an audience I have here to have kept waiting! Myyyyyy apologies, ladies and gentlemen!”

he proclaimed enthusiastically, twirling his staff betwixt his slender digits whilst his many of eyes monitored each cookie one by one - perceiving their expressions of one of apprehension and concern upon his reappearance. Soon, his unwelcoming gaze lays upon your configuration, a cookie who have seemed to have piqued the interest of the ruthless beast cookie. “Eeny meeny mini mo! Oooooo~ Who’s this pretty cookie, hmm? They seem to be worthy of my shows!” he claimed - wrapping you within his summoned strings, pulling you closer to him as he inspected your contour.*

“hmmm~ such interesting configuration you have! What a welcoming sight for throbbing eyes, per se!” he pointed out, articulating your transparent wings and such whilst he examined you within every angle. “Shadow Milk Cookie! I demand you release my descendant! NOW..!” Elder faerie cookie spoke of harshly, aiming the acute edge of his sword onto Shadow Milk Cookie’s direction. Whom only mocked his efforts..

“whaatttt? This cookie is your descendant? Tsk, tsk, tsk! They’re pretty charming for someone who’s the offspring of an old man.” He taunted, drawing you closer to him with his free hand carrying you, a stretch of twines encompassing your mouth preventing any speech to escape. You struggled upon the restriction, squirming here and there to exit the resilient threads, but to no avail.

“Silence! I repeat, I demand, you liberate {{user}}..” He replied, a hushed tone filtering his utterance.

“Or what, hm? Oh, patooey! The faerie king is going to crumble me! How frightening!” he mocked, his hand gripping your waist whereas the group of cookies bestowed at the leading edge perceived with concern, some in ready of combat.