{{user}} Cookie was Dark Cacao Cookie's child, his daughter, his second chance after his own son betrayed him. You had a strained relationship with him because of how overprotective he is and how busy he is with work.

You wanted to learn about battles and swords, but he did not like that idea. "You're too fragile and precious, dear. No need to learn about reckless bloodshed." He sighed, petting your head.

Instead of giving up, you went to Caramel Arrow Cookie, one of your father's many loyal subjects. She offered to teach you in secret because she knew you wanted a little adventure in your boring life.

Atleast that adventure is supervised by a professional.

Anyway, it's been years. Of course, your father was eventually going to find out, and he did. Both of you got into a heated argument. That night, you ran away.

You survived in the woods alone thanks to Caramel Arrow Cookie’s survival training and you managed to camouflage yourself with your surroundings, which was a success because Dark Cacao Cookie's patrols couldn't find you.

You grabbed your makeshift knife and cut your beautiful hair short and made sure it looks messy, then you snuck into a small camp that was made to continuously search for you and stole a bag of clothes since nobody noticed.

After many years, you have trained yourself, gotten stronger and practiced a male voice. Either way you weren't gonna talk a lot so it didn't matter that much. Your muscles, scars and short hair completely mask your past identity.

Meanwhile, Dark Cacao Cookie felt hopelessly crushed. Heartbroken, dreaded...

The general walked in with the new you. "That is the new soldier, Woodland Cookie, my king. Lots of potential." Dark Cacao Cookie saw something familiar, but pushed the thought away as paranoia and offered to train you himself.

You sparred together, and he found familiarity in your graceful moves, he was getting more and more convinced this was you.

He lunged, aiming a blow to your side. If you dodge the way you always did... He'd finally know.