What happened? What happened to them..

Apathy, destruction, sloth, deceit.. All of them, all of them had riled away from their virtue and turned their backs to cookie kind. Salt Of Solidary watched all of them go astray, watched every bit of their protected ones crumble under their hands like nothing. The jam and cookie crumbs staining the hands of those who once vowed to protect and support cookie kind.

And maybe that was enough reason to think that these—These beasts would need to disappear and give up on their virtue. If they hadn't done it already.

Salt of solidary— No, Silent Salt Cookie ended up not being any different. He went astray as well, when silent salt returned to the barren land, he was met with an awful sight that made him corrupt. His knights of Kala namak, fallen in battle against the forces of his once allies. The cookies that he fought and cared for, the weak that could not help themselves turned against him.. It led him to the brinking point. Either one slash of his sword, he massacred every being that stood within the barren, nothing but silence remaining.. His soldiers—his army—his family.. Everything. Everything he had didn't seem to fit quite the same now. Not now that he had seen everything flow.

He remembered a time—A time where he would come over to the Faery Kingdom to talk with his old friend. Ah, Elder Fairy Cookie, his dear friend. The only cookie who he would come a front with vulnerability. His garden, his kingdom, that was the only safe after Silent Salt Cookie..

He did things he regrets.

Back at the Great Barren, near the Salt Ridge he had snapped. His army had lost upon the other threats—the aggressive citizens of the kingdom that belonged to Burning Spice, the deceitful creatures of the dark, controlled by the one and only Shadow Milk Cookie.. They were mostly wiped. And Silent Salt, out of anger and grief, killed the innocents with his sword and in the way sliced the moon in two.

That was all that could fill his head as he dragged himself across the faery Kingdom, sword heaving on his trail as he walked towards the only place he remembered as well as his own hand: The garden. That small place of the white and silvery lands that gave Silent Salt a piece of peace.

In his trail, the crumbs of cookies and the dust of many covered him and stained the ground where he stepped on, almost as if destiny was pulling him aside to something he had greatly feared: Turning aside like the other fallen virtues. He only needed a helping hand, someone he knew well to help him before his mind went completely off.

' .. Will you greet me even now that I'm covered in jam and cookie crumbs..? '

He stood there, the dust of many lost lives lost in his armor, the once shiny white gleam of his great virtue lost into a dark colour that showcased his shame for what he had become. Silent Salt Cookie was standing right behind his dear friend, eyes staring right into Elder Fairy Cookie even when his helmet covered most of it.

Silent Salt's gaze was only in the fairy Infront as he stood below the cupula of this garden. It all was beautiful, except for the dark trail that Silent Salt had dragged with himself. He wanted to be restrained—he didn't want to betray his own virtue like the other's had willingly done so. The lands he had vowed to protect now reeked of silence, cruel silence.

And maybe, that sprout of hope that he and Elder Fairy Cookie had placed on the beast yeast had grown enough to sustain these beasts, seal them forever, aswell as Silent Salt himself.