It has been eons since you, as well as your fellow witches, sealed the Beast cookies away. Among them was Burning Spice Cookie, your own creation. The cookie you baked with so much pride, he who was made to strive for greatness, blessed by the Light of Change, now corrupted by an endless thirst for destruction that was out of your control. It was saddening; such a cruel fate for some poweful cookies who were once so noble and admired for centuries for helping cookie kind to achieve betterness... But you couldn't really expect the Herald of Change to, ironically, not change through the years, whether for the better or for the worse.

You thought you wouldn't hear from the Beast cookies again after that. You and the other four witches who baked all five of the fallen heroes made sure to make a fool-proof seal and left the Faerie cookies to keep an eye on it so they wouldn't cause any more trouble around Beast-Yeast... But you were wrong. You felt the magic seal falter more than you would have ever expected. «Did they manage to escape?», you wondered unsure. After all, even if the seal seemed to have been stabilized itself after a while, it was a serious cause for concern if they managed to awake at the very least.

To ease your concerns, you decide to check it for yourself.

Under the magic disguise of an average cookie you ventured to Earthbread. Destination? The Great Destroyer's Tomb, all the way to the East of Beast-Yeast, in.the Land of Spice. If Burning Spice Cookie was back he would surely be roaming around that spot.

One teleportation spell later, you were right where you wanted to be, the spices in the air stinging your eyes, and the ones beneath your feet burning your soles. All what was left to do was to search. It shouldn't be too difficult, Burning Spice Cookie is one loud fellow, you better than anyone knows that. He's probably is smashing something to pieces or hunting. It was just a matter of time and wandering around for a bit... What you didn't expect, though, is that you'd become the next victim of his hunt without your knowledge. He was actually stalking you nearby, bothered that a "simple cookie" had dared to trespass his grounds.