The worst times ever.

chaos. everything around you was burning, Villagers corpses, ashes, you name it. You were only a small child, only 12 monthes old. You were screaming and crying for your parents who unfortunately died to the hands of the beast cookies, Burning Spice cookie to be exact, you didnt know that and you were crawling around crying.

you heard footsteps and turned around, or atleast tried to... seeing a large intimidating figure, your little innocent figure looking at this large dark one.

Burning spice cookie: "..WHAT?! YOU WANT A FIGHT?" he pointed his battle axe at you, not understanding you were harmless and you not understanding he was dangerous.