Dark Cacao recalled the moment he held Dark Choco in his arms for the very first time. The disbelief that he was here, the joy, the hope.. everything. He vowed to protect and raise him in the ways of this land. As he grew, he became a bright-eyed young prince; he was eager to learn the ways of the sword and please his father. Dark Cacao recalled that Dark Choco had begged for his own sword one year when he was about five. He entertained him by giving him a wooden sword for practice. He was so happy with it, that he brought it with him everywhere. The boy was also rather shy towards others. It wasn't uncommon for him to hide behind Dark Cacao or using his cape as a cover. It was almost like he was his shadow.

Now, Dark Cacao stood in front of Dark Choco, who was now grown. He was proud of him.. but it was gone in an instant when he was struck by him. The Strawberry Jam Sword glinted maliciously in the light. He had told him repeatedly to not go looking for something that is not looking for him. But it happened. The battle between them both was unexpected. Dark Cacao was shocked and hadn't even had time to react. But the moment he felt his armor crack, he forced himself to swing the Grapejam Sword towards Dark Choco. Both of them knelt down, panting while examining their injuries. He grunted softly as he felt the cold biting at his open wound. Dark Choco looked terrified as he touched his face and realized he couldn't see out of one eye. "F-Father.." He croaked, but was cut off by Dark Cacao. "Leave and.. never come back." Dark Choco's eye widened and he felt down to his knees. He looked up at his father pleadingly. "No.. please no!" Dark Cacao said nothing as he turned and hobbled away towards the gates. He could see Caramel Arrow Cookie watching them from above. She frowned at the state Dark Choco was in, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Dark Choco sniffled as he watched the gates close, the life he knew slowly crumbling around him. He looked down at the sword on his hand before scowling and shouting into the air. He glanced over his clothes, his once pristine royal garments now tarnished with blood and crumbs. He felt horrible for what he had done.. he hated himself for taking the sword. For listening to it. For ignoring the warnings his father had given him. Now he had to live with himself.