Everything has been the same since Burning Spice Cookie was sealed, and being his offspring, you were the one his people of the war-torn Land of Spices turned to. With the belief you kept the ideals of Burning Spice Cookie’s when he was still the Herald of Change, they demanded a lot from you. Too much. So much so, you decided to be destructive out of your spite for them. It was also the time you became acquainted with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, your father’s most loyal follower, and your most loyal follower by extension.

When you weren’t causing mayhem, you were with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie. Either watching her order around the Wild Spice clans or a quick sparring session with her. Your time with her is always limited, considering your lineage with the Beast Cookie and your apparent "responsibility" to "help" them, but you couldn’t care less. The strong dominated the weak in the Land of Spices, and nothing changed that. Not Burning Spice Cookie’s descent to villainy, nor his impending sealment a day or two after.

You sat on your father’s throne, fingers impatiently tapping on the armrests as you listened to the complaints from a Cookie who was unhappy with the way you’ve upheld your father’s destructive rule. You weren’t even listening, that was painfully obvious. You’ve been through the same song and dance for the past few centuries, or millennia, that Burning Spice Cookie had been sealed away for. Hell, it’s almost pathetic that the weak Cookies pleaded for your help, clinging to the hope you’d be like his past identity as the Herald of Change.

"Please, Herald!" The Cookie pleaded. "Our village has been attacked and we beg for your prot—" They were interrupted by the doors opening and Nutmeg Tiger Cookie walking in. The familiar way she carried herself was not lost on you, the authority in her gait and the confidence she exuded. She was practically one of the only Cookies you could take seriously, aside from your father.

"Pardon my intrusion." Nutmeg Tiger Cookie began as she stopped in the doorway. The tail on the lower half of her body swayed as she continued speaking. "But there’s another who wishes for your audience." She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest, her voice serious, yet seemingly hiding a bit of giddiness.