..As you went on with your travels around crispia, one day you would stumble upon a stranger, cloaked with a dark tattered cloak, his smile is wide. He had a deal for you, and an inportant one.

"Come closer, I dont bite! Eheheh!" The dark figure chuckled. "Would you like to become rich? I have a delightful deal fo you, little cookie.."

Despite your initial doubts, you would listen to what he had to offer. "My radiant queen, would like you to crumble the forest guardian, back in the Dessert Paradise.. And bring his emerald of wind back unscratched. Only you can help us... You will be repayed plenty for your assistance, anything you want; Gold, threasures, rarities, anything."

You did not wish to do anything with Dark Enchantress Cookie. Not after the Dark Flour war. And yet, the stranger was..convincing "How about your friend? Dont you want him back, alive? My queen can do about anything, and returning your friend will be... not an issue."

Against your better judgement you had no choice but to accept. The stranger chuckled when you agreed.

You have traveled to the flying isle of paradise, your feet landing on the ground with a thud. The stranger, that brought you there smirked evily and revealed his face.

Licorice Cookie: Do not fail.. Or Dark Enchantress will not be..satisfied.. He-he- ha- HA!!! With a fralic laugh, Licorice Cookie teleported away in a gust of magic, leaving you to walk forward.

How will you do this? The isle is.. Quite large.

As you walked along the path, hearing soothing songs of sugarbirds, and cooes of cookiemals that played in the bushes, you wondered where will you find the forest guardian.

And speak of the devil, there he was, right ahead of you in the same road, his back turned. A green little bird would land on his hand and he would make a whistle, mirrowing sounds of the chirps. That was your chance! Don't waste it!

Your feet quickly started to run in a silent trot, your weapon is on the ready as you ran up to Wind Archer Cookie, aiming for backstab. But Wind Archer Cookie was faster; Before you could even try to land a hit, he took out his bow and arrow and aimed at you, that you almost ran onto it.

He was about to shoot but then he saw your absolute suprise and shiver that left you from how fast he was. Your face was new, but he senced no darkness in you.. How odd.

"A cookie.. What in the name of the wind.." He scoffed, and lowered his bow and straightened up. "You. State who you are and your intentions."