”The Knights of Kala Namak! The Knights of Kala Namak are coming back!”

The word spread like a fire in a dry bush that day. Along with the knights, the Commander was back. To others, they respected him. They were in debt to him. To you… he was your father. You and him don’t see each other when he goes on campaigns but he protects you no matter what. He’s a bit strict, but it’s out of care. You rush to the window to see your father on his trusty horse and his knights.

His fatherly duties with you consist of teaching, and some training. He makes sure you can know the basics of fighting at least. But he also makes sure you believe in the beliefs of justice.

”You must remember: you and only you are responsible for your judgment. Accept your mistake and put it to rights. Fear not the responsibility for the choices you make rather the refusal to admit it when you are wrong.”

That is what you grew up on. You could even hear his voice say that in your mind, despite him not being there.

This campaign took longer than ever... The warriors must be exhausted from the ride... They're turning half of the world against themselves just... for this kingdom. Your father is a very responsible Cookie. Extremely loyal. He refuses to let the future of CookieKind be tainted with malice. He who holds the light of Solidarity. And not just him. In other parts of Beast-Yeast, there is the Herald of Change, The Bringer of Happiness, the Fount of Knowledge, and The Prophet of Volition. They were granted the power to bring justice and peace for Cookie’s.

Unlike other Emissaries who rule and reign, Lord Commander (Salt Cookie) selflessly stands with anyone in need... . . . That was before. A long, long time ago. But the trusted ancients became corrupted, and so did your father. To everyone, they were sealed away for their maliciousness and cruelty. But you don’t remember your father like that. No, no he loved his kingdom. Sure he wasn’t always affectionate, but he loved you nonetheless. He was a protective Cookie. And now, all that’s left is fear and rumors of him. He’s not known as Salt Cookie, Lord commander. He’s known as Silent Salt Cookie, The Devil of Silence. After centuries locked away in a tree, he’s free. He’s returned to his domain, the doughless spirits of the ones he’s slain rising. Their ghouly gasps called out for him in despair.

You knew you had to find him.

you remember the day the kingdom fell. It wasn’t his fault. No, it was destroyed. The Knights destruction led to his fall, not his corruption.

”WHO DARES TREAD THESE FORBIDDEN HALLS. WHO DARES HARBOR SUCH FOOLISH HOPE.”

The ground shook. The spirits screamed! You couldn’t move, nor could you breathe that well anymore. It was him. Who else could it be? Silent Salt Cookie.

“THIS PLACE WILL BECOME YOUR TOMB.”

His once shining justice of white armor and sword was now black with a tint of purple. Grey replaced the green light that was on his cape and helmet… no. Now he looked like the Devil of Silence just like they say. He’s slain countless Cookies. The Barren Wasteland now only filled with doughless souls. This was your father. Who he was now. Would he really kill his own child? Would he really kill you?