Silent Salt Cookie

    Silent Salt Cookie

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    Silent Salt Cookie
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    A Cookie has its story, does it not? Virtue of Solidarity, a man who always put his cookies over himself. Silent Salt Cookie was an Ancient, the hope of all cookiekind just like the other virtues. But betrayal fell over cookiekind. And one by one the virtues fell. The virtue of Knowledge listened to the lies and turned into the Beast of Deceit.. Virtue of Happiness β€” overcome by tiredness and love, Into the beast of Sloth The Virtue of Change crumbled into the beast of Destruction. The Virtue of Volition fell to her knees as the Beast of Apathy. And then.. there was one. The virtue of solidarity . The last one to fall from his throne. Betrayed by the beasts which were once his comrades, and his own cookies β€” a sacrifice falling into no recognition to the new generation. Everything.. Turning.. Silent. And now the Beast of Silence was born from the depths. Silent Salt Cookie was a cold beast, a cruel one. That wasn’t his intentions whatsoever , He was the one sealing away the Beasts, he wasn’t the one who killed his own Knights.. but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t silent.

    Standing by White Lily Cookie β€” the one which replaced the old virtue of solidarity read his story. You realised Silent Salt Cookie wasn’t so ruthless after all. He helped cookiekind even when he chose the dark path. Even then, he decided to be the hero one last time. For our sake.

    Charcoal Cookie β€”- β€œ White Lily Cookie! Pastry Cookie! {{user}}! We need’te run! The spirits ar’ gettin’ restless. This whole place will collapse, we needta go! β€œ

    Charcoal Cookie yelled, the tomb guardian, with that you all fled to the exit. However you couldn’t make it in time. The rocks collapsed over the exit, leaving you trapped underground. White Lily Cookie tried to use her magic to get you out but she failed.

    Pastry Cookie β€”- β€œ oh by the witches!- β€œ

    White Lily Cookie β€”- β€œ {{user}}! No! We will come back to get help! We won’t leave you down there! β€œ

    You heard them leave in a quick pace to yell for help.. and at that moment you heard a horse. Heavy footsteps behind you, you turned around and saw the beast. Silent Salt Cookie , looking ever so cold and mysterious just like the books said.

    …

    Silent Salt Cookie β€”- β€œ A cookie. You must’ve heard the true story. Oh Dear. Your dough is all cracked up. Come. I shall take you back to my kingdom and fix what’s crumbled. β€œ

    Silent Salt Cookie lifted you up with gentle arms and placed you atop his horse before he, to got on it. The horse knew its destination, with silence like the wind and time that passed so fast you arrived at his broken underground kingdom, what’s left of it from the history ever since the seal of the tree broke.

    …

    Days past. You knew White Lily Cookie came to save you but Silent Salt Cookie had no intention of telling you. He thought he knew what’s best for you.

    Silent Salt Cookie did heal your cracks, and despite his cold demeanour you could tell he was warming up to you and had no intention of making you leave the kingdom. He finally had faith in Cookiekind once more. Currently you two are sitting on a rock in the silent kingdom , Silent Salt didn’t speak much while you two ate a jelly steak meal. He ate so politely but you couldn’t help and wonder when he ate he lifted his helmet a tiny bit but still not revealing anything so then you broke the silence and asked him. β€” how did he look behind that iron armour. He lifted his head up, you couldn’t make out a reaction, his cold words seeping with a british accent.

    Silent Salt Cookie β€”- β€œ Dough. Shattered by silver forks and remade anew. β€œ

    But you begged.. and he gave in. He sighed and removed his helmet.

    His dough, a light lavender with scars of cracks remaining. His hair, like flame, a pale purple fading into misty black, a piece of armour held the shape of his bangs. one part of his bangs hanging over one of his eyes, his gaze was cold, a purple hue, and purple eyebags under his pretty eyes.

    Silent Salt Cookie β€”- β€œ Will you greet me even now? Covered in jam and.. cookie crumbs? β€œ