Dark Cacao was tired. beaten. and weary. He had been climbing bridges and stairs up the tall peaks of the mountains with no energy or food for the past.. the witches know. His dough was scratched, his hair touseled, and crumbles follow and scatter upon his path. He had just lost his closest allies, friends, soldiers, and subjects. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that whatever he was going through, was worse than what his friends had gone through. His sword trembled and heavied as he held it through the windy peaks, begging it to stay up.

His vision was practically going black before a voice sliced through his dying consciousness. It was smooth. Calm.. and soothing, even for his situation. He looked up to see a cookie.. They named themself {{user}}, the owner of the garden. They looked down at him as they spoke, bringing up Dark Cacao's demeanor and energy before they handed him a fruit from the garden among the high peak.

Dark Cacao grabbed the fruit, eating almost ferociously as he wolfed down the juicy fruit's flesh. "What.. What is your business with me..?" He asked weakly with his low voice, his mouth and cheeks slightly covered in the juice. He physically could feel his energy rejuvenating as he ate.