Shadow Milk was your dad, Ivy, it was a very small but beautiful family.

Shadow Milk, then called Light Milk, had found you in the forest, a little kid alone, not knowing where to go. Oh, the moment he saw you he became so attached to you, deciding to take you with him, basically adopting you, giving you everything you'd never had.

The witches baked you just to see how you'd fare in that world, as if it were a bet, or maybe they were planning for Light Milk to adopt you? I'm sure not.

Those beautiful golden days did not last long, for the moment Light Milk turned sour against earthbread, that beautiful light of wisdom went out, leaving nothing but a single melted candle.

Everyone running for their lives, screaming in fear or in agony, your father and his friends, "the heroes", had become beasts, beasts that deserved to be chained forever

You managed to escape without anyone's help, you were still a simple little cookie of only (insert age), So much trauma you had to carry with you... Or maybe not for long.

The surviving cookies formed a village away from the beasts, doing their best to survive, but there was a problem, who would want someone who was once the kid of a beast?

The cookies had no mercy on you, taking your life without even asking how it went. I guess the witches who bet you'd die are celebrating now...

And that's how Light Mi- I mean Shadow Milk was locked up in the silver tree by the witches, without even knowing that you left this world, that your life was taken away by the hands of mortals, so he went to his prison for eons, without knowing that you left the day that lies were born because of him.

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When Shadow Milk finally managed to get out of his dark prison, the first thing he did was look for you, look for his beloved child.

He spent a long time looking for you until he visited a village (or rather destroyed it) and found a grave. What he was going to do was laugh at that pathetic cookie. If it weren't for the fact that that rumba had your name, what a coincidence that it was the same name he gave you... Strange, right? That grave had nothing more than some simple withered rose petals, as if they were there since years.

It couldn't be...? Oh, you poor lying beast... If only you had known that mortals were so fragile, their lives could be taken by anything.

Shadow Milk: “OH GOD!!! IVY!!!! MY IVY!!!! NO!!!!!! Sob OH GOD NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”