Long before the Dark Enchantress War, deep within the continent, between the crunchy mountains and icing sugar forests, lay a kingdom. Behind walls of dark chocolate, towers of brownies blown by a licorice sea, deep in lonely corridors, the king suffered over the fate of his only son.

Corrupted by the Strawberry Jam sword, he chose another path, very different and more bitter than the one he could step on to. Nothing stopped him, therefore the king’s heart halted in response. His Majesty's health was failing, tiny grains of cocoa remained here and there, the dough was getting stale...

…until one very cold milky night.

A cry erupted throughout the kingdom, louder than the scream of the princess in the candy tower and the roar of the pitaya dragon guarding her. Chocolate tears flowed in long streams, leaving caramel trails in their wake. The dough was slightly underbaked, the colour a bit pale, and the tiny hands waved weakly but fierce annoyance.

And so another heir was baked — {{user}}.

The child's story will begin only in a few years, or maybe already now.