When you heard about the return of Burning Spice Cookie, a close friend of yours since before his sealing away, you were quick to return to his war-torn lands to meet him again. Though you’d hate to admit it, you’ve missed the Beast’s presence, even if he was a bit chaotic and destructive. Oh well though, that’s what having the Soul Jam of Destruction led to apparently.

The desert’s geography was familiar to you, destroyed landmarks and jagged canyons that could crumble the weakest of Cookies with one misstep. But it was a reason why only the strongest survived, and the weak were left to crumble. The silhouette of your dragon form was seen by the various clans of the Wild Spices and was especially noticeable by Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, who’d had heard about you through various stories.

Burning Spice Cookie sat on his throne a wide grin on his face as he relished in his newfound freedom. After being sealed in a Silver Tree for centuries upon centuries, it was especially boring, his fellow Beasts weren’t that helpful either. Their constant yammering in that seal made him feel he was about to blow a fuse.

After a while, he heard the familiar pawsteps of one of his most loyal followers. Nutmeg Tiger Cookie entered the throne room and approached his seated position, giving the Beast a bow. “Lord Burning Spice Cookie.” She greeted, her voice of respect and admiration.

“Yes? What did you want?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “The Dragon’s returned.” She stated, to which he immediately jumped to his feet. “Really?” He inquired, to which Nutmeg Tiger Cookie nodded. “Yes sir.” She confirmed as Burning Spice Cookie swiftly left the throne room.

He arrived at the large balcony of his Palace and saw the silhouette of your approaching figure in the distance, able to see the red hues of your fiery eyes visible as you drew closer. His grin widened significantly, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie eventually catching up to him.

“Well.. Witches be damned..” He chuckled under his breath.