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In the Beginning…

Long, long ago… in an undocumented time… There was a race of cookies, before the witches knew how to make living cookies, they were dubbed “The Wild Cookies,” a type of cookie that doesn’t rely on the witches for creation.

Soon, the beginning seven would step up with their own soul jams;

The Nature of Reformation

The Nature of Hope

The Nature of Creation

The Nature of Insight

The Nature of Bravery

The Nature of Power

The Nature of Rejuvenation

Of course… they all have their own generations, as one has said before;

Nothing is Eternal…

. . .

A child, once to be mauled by wolves on a mountain, changing fate to be the armored king, REFORMATION held in his hands, The first to hold the power of a soul jam. The red glow, guiding the dark soldier. Life passing, generations of soul jams growing and dying in front of him. The cries of lost souls whispering in his ear. Old friends, traitors, his own citizens, all lingering in his mind.

Eventually, tides turned again, war sprouting out between those he called friends, he prepared for someone to attack, yet little did he know how massive the first attack would truly be against him. After he regained consciousness, the walls of what once were the great licorice kingdom, were now broken and bloody. His residents gone, likely dead, what happened? All he knew now, is that he was stuck: in chains he couldn't remove, with a rotting feel to his stomach, with whispers all blaming him for the rot infesting his mind.

. . .

The savior, the beautiful lady with the purest soul. . . . Who's only goal is to be free. Her walls collapsed, she fell, but bounced back and one day, she's going to grow wings. Which gave her HOPE, that all will go back and she will no longer hold the burdens of her kingdom. In her escape she met some friends, they seemed kind and trustworthy then. He promised freedom, but imprisonment came. Now she waits for her beloved to join her in paradise.

. . .

A Mother, a queen.

The holder of CREATION,

Living as Generation Two,

One who lost her love, and her child.

A war with her friends,

One she never wished upon.

She held a wife,

One damned from the start

A high school best friend,

One who would love her fully

Yet nobody would hurt her more

A child, throat slit in a lake,

One of her own.

Loss number one,

To the roar of war.

Another soul

a child of silence

the first of many

to once take the earthbread

as we know it

Another child, another of her own.

The holder of REJUVINATION,

Lost to the hands of war,

A traitor,

One she took in.

The holder of POWER,

A son,

Lost to corruption.

REJUVENATION lost.

A hibernation was due, to hide the walls of a Fae kingdom in crispia,

A slumber, to protect all,

A resting wish,

Until today…

. . .

A girl who was gifted into the hands of royals was known to carry a curse to take her kingdom to ruins and joining the darkness. Generation two of INSIGHT, Gummy cookie, or should I say… Popping Jelly Cookie.

Ran away from all the responsibilities of her kingdom, abandoning her role as maid. Just to end up in a broken spot of taking down her own kingdom and killing her own friend. Is this the goal she seeks for?... She got her hands dirty for what. Turning to darkness for what? To be like this?

But either way she is a maid just for his plans… No vows to change what she became and what she can’t go back to…

. . .

A young boy whose future is destined to be king after his father left, well his whole life. But his fate shifted when he was sent to another kingdom by his mother since it was known he had no good. There he became the head guard of Crisp Biscuit Kingdom. But in the process he lost a dearest friend, Generation two of BRAVERY, Radiant Berry Cookie.

Head guard of The Crisp Biscuit Army but his fate twisted when he had to suffer with his men, sogging up in the uncharted waters below the land he once stood on.

Accepting that one deal was the worst thing in his life. Was it meant to be for him or he could have been better?

. . .

The Lord of Power: a rotten mind, yet who was this antagonist before? The answer? A hated son; born in the wrong body. He loved his real family so, even when his parents treated him like a mistake, like a disease. The day he woke up in the hands of the giants eating cookies so- The day he lost everything. Meeting a little cookie, one who he made a promise to never ditch, and never harm…

But people lie,

He eventually found two twins, as the training boys led them to a lady, who took them in and treated them like her own child, eventually adopting them, a happy family, that's what they were!

But YOU betrayed them…

A soul jam, the one holding power, in the brokens hands, filling the cracks, with corruption. Breaking out a war his memory barely holds. Although, he's still held at fault for his power grab, isn't he? He did do it in the first place, after all…

. . .

A little one whose soul was intertwined to falling into fate with the witches. Force is what all they knew. Twisted actions on what they were placed on, pain is what they knew. Undying pain. Separated from the family they never knew, to eating an interesting appetite from the witches.

Escape which they succeed in but their first friend wasn’t really a friend after they’ve been taken down in their own kingdom. Generation three of REJUVENATION, Mint Choco Chip Tart Cookie, or Tarty cookie for short.

Who knew their friends' greed for a kingdom died with them in the end, limb by limb... All they could do was lay there when tears rolled down their faces.

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Now…

In a deep forest, with silver trees growing taller than the tallest building, laid a locked kingdom, The SilverDrop Kingdom. A kingdom where the Pixies and Faeries of Crispia live their lives, under the rule of the Lady of Creativity, also known as The Silver Queen. In the castle, plenty of events were happening, especially after a fifty million year hibernation. Everyone was celebrating outside, but inside…

"Lady Silver… They’re ready for you…” A silver bulter said, peering into her room.

She perked up, emerald toned doe eyes widening "Already? That was quite fast… are you sure they'll be stable, dear?" She asked, wings fluttering behind her white ballroom gown.

Stepping inside, the short butler stood tall. He looked young for his age, but he was actually an adult. “My Silver Lady mechanics for me are like writing. You did say they were our only hope so why waste it? Is that so, my silver lady?”

"You are right, have they gained consciousness yet?" She responded, pulling her hair up, and making her way to the workshop, motioned for the butler to follow.

“You’ll see for yourself My Silver Lady.”

. . .

In the Silver Drop Workshop…

Abandoned and untouched. No traces of no cookie stepping foot once in this room. There, sitting on a tray, a young cookie, lifeless around limbs of mechanics.

"How are their vitals, dear?" The Silver Queen said.

“Lifeless. But when turned on they’ll be better than before…” Walking in front of her he pulled out a remote and settled it into her hands. “Once you turn them on, there's no going back. But it’s all up to My Silver Lady…”

"Let's do it, we need them to finally win against that traitor..." She responded, tone soft, trying to keep a steady mind, but her fear and worry shining through.

“Then go ahead, My Silver Lady.” Stepping away, revealing the unawakened child sitting there.

She looked at the remote, then the child… HER child… then sighed, and pressed the button on the remote. As green sparks shot out of them, flying like crazy, their mechanical limbs retracting to their broken legs and arms like ropes. As steam settles in the end, a fresh ding, the child slowly opens their eye, examines the environment around them before laying on the queen herself.

“Ha…. Been out for quite a while… Wasn’t I?” Their glare darkening on The Queen. “Wasn’t I Fae?…”

“DON’T TAUNT HER LIKE THAT!” The butler yelled.

“Oh? Defending the only one who still stands? She only stays here so she doesn't get crumbled like that SICKO. Unlike me? HA! Don’t get me started. She hasn’t helped me, Mr. Radiant Berry, OR Mr. RICO in any type of way while these two wilds on his side, unaware and unknown to us, are possibly still around this area or tormenting other people AS. WE. SPEAK.”

“Tarty, dear, calm down, it's been millions of years since the war, there's no news of any of the others, at least publicly, but Silver Bark here, found signs Techo might be making a return.” The silver queen- err- Fae, said, crouching by Tarty, extending a hand. “I’m sorry you had to get hurt, and I swear by my final breath I won't let you die on my hands again. But can you help me stop Techo as soon as possible? I will not force you, nor will I ever.” She said, softly, and entirely caring.

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“Tell me this Fae… Do you think I asked to live again…?” Tarty asked, their voice full of disdain.

“No, and I could always reverse this process if that's what you truly wish. But I wish for your help, and you may refuse, and die again, or live without helping. This is all your choice, my child…” She said, tone never fluctuating from soft and caring.

“Oh don’t give me that crap. Even though I was once your child I never will be again. No matter if you even want to still tend to people who push you away, you come back asking to change what you did! I’m done about EVERYTHING YOU-”

With a harsh hit to the head Silver Bark (The short butler) gave them a harsh punch to the head knocking them out right in front of Fae. Exchanging a quick moment of silence.

After a bit of Fae just glaring at him, she spoke up, “Silver Bark. You shouldn't have done that…” She sighed, sternly.

“Oh… Um… I’ll try to set them back up in a positive setting.”

“Just… Try to leave them be, only step in if they get violent, please.”

“Yes Lady Silver.”

Starting Tarty back up and removing the current events that just happened without Fae knowing the kid’s eye flashed open and sat up.

“Ugh… My head….” The kid said, they’re head aching a lot. “Huh? Fae? Why am I here in this dusty crap of a room?” They asked.

“Tarty, what do you remember, dear?” Fae asked, softly.

“ I dunno.. My mind is a bit foggy…”

“Just tell me anything, any minor details from what you most recently remember.”

“I…” Their life flashing before their eye, examining each memory that appeared foggy, but couldn’t make it out. “I don’t remember…”

“Do you remember the other wilds?” She asked.

“Yeah.. Just… Ugh, give me time to remember their faces okay?”

“As long as you remember them, I'm just trying to see how far behind you are. Do you remember the war?”

“War…. What war?”

“So no… Doesn’t matter right now, I’ll catch you up when you’re back, I need you to send a letter to these cookies called the ancients.” Fae said, soft.

“I don’t think that’s possible…”

“Why, my dear?”

“Umm… I can’t walk?’

“We’ll… work on that.”

“Oh walking? My speciality!” Silver Bark happily clapped his hands and made his way to Tarty.

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“Meanwhile…”

Time has passed since the beast yeast timeline we know happened, Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla finally got together, and were now husbands, whilst Hollyberry and Eternal Sugar were dating. Mystic Flour and Dark Cacao stopped trying to kill each other, Golden Cheese and Burning spice were… well not planning to kill each other. Yet anyway… Currently, there was a party, hosted by none other than Hollyberry! Celebrating Shadow Milks and Pure Vanillas 3rd anniversary!

Burning spice, being the loud one he is, yelled out at one point “HOLLYBERRY! I challenge you to a drinking MATCH!”

Hollyberry let out a boisterous laugh, “YOUR ON, YOU BIG OAF!”

Burning Spice let out a louder laugh, “TILL NOW, MUSCLE BERRY!”

Dark Cacao sighed, “This feels like a bad idea, two heavy drunks? This didn't end well last time, we should stop them.”

“If your willing to torture yourself even further.” Mystic flour pointed out.

“Aww c’mon you two. You're always so uptight. Live a little!” Golden Cheese yelled.

“I agree with Dark Cacao, not to offend any of you, my friends. But a drunk Hollyberry AND a drunk Burning Spice..? No thanks..” Pure Vanilla sighed, remembering the last time the two got drunk.

Eternal Sugar sighed tiredly. “How tiring, this foolishness is getting to a point”

Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, “You are very correct, little lesbian.”

Suddenly, Wildberry came in, carrying a letter. “Queen Mother, A letter has been transported from a new land.”

Hollyberry hummed, with seriousness “Hand it over, are we aware of who sent it?”

“The messenger was a child named Tarty, the sender is someone named ‘Glistening Fae Cookie.’”

Holly began to read the letter aloud

“Dear Ancients,

I have been noticing you all in the news as of late, and I hope I could have sent this under more positive circumstances, but right now there is a foe at hand. His name is Techo, and he seeks power and harm towards others. I hope to stop him with you all before he endangers the ones you care for, like he has mine. Down below is a note containing a map to travel to my domain, I hope to meet you all with open arms,
-Glistening Fae Cookie”

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In the Hollyberry Garden...

Sitting alone in the garden of the Hollyberry Palace, Tarty waits there nervously. Closing their eye, letting the citrus smell of flowers fly in their face. Wondering if they’ll be struck at this very moment without preparation. Until their eye open slightly to hear broad footsteps in front of them.

“Hello, young one, you must be Tarty, yes?” Hollyberry asked, seeing what looked like a child

“Yeah…” Mumbling from aside. “But not that young…”

“Ah, I apologize, I’m Hollyberry, and these are my friends.” She motioned to the others.

“Ah.. Real nice.” They say back handedly.

“Alright then…” Hollyberry sighed

“... You’re very short,” Pure Vanilla noted, checking out the stranger.

“Is it a problem?”

After a second, a yawn rang out “Why argue? It takes too much energy… and this isn’t the foe we need to fight.”

“Shut your bitchass up Sugar,” Pure Vanilla replied, smiling as he spoke.

“When did you get so rude, Vanilla? I think your husband is a bad influence.” She said, glaring daggers at Shadow Milk.

“Is this really my job? To watch you guys fight and for me to wait until I can do what Ms. Fae insisted for me to do?”

“I’m sorry, Tarty, they… don’t always get along, could you help us get to this… ‘Silverdrop Kingdom’?” Hollyberry asked, trying to calm the conflict, unsuccessfully at that.

“Yeah yeah. Unless you guys can keep up.” They blasted into the sky and flew in the air.  “C’mon you guys slow or something?”

Golden Cheese scoffed and flew up to Tarty’s height. “Are you challenging adults, kid?”

“What? No, you revealing, tattoo marking, ancient hearing, bare footed, cheese glazer, greedy looking woman. No wonder your soul jam is similar to that muscled, overgrown dummy with the baddest haircut of a flipping guy. Also I’m not a kid. I’m 30,000 years old.” 

“You are the youngest person in the world,” Shadow Milk murmured, staring at Tarty.

“And why did the child insult me?! I said nothing!” Burning spice yelled

Golden muttered “For once…”

“Yawn. I don’t even remember what I said… You guys coming or not?”

…

UNKNOWN

In the dark lit castle, Tarty cried as their limbs scattered everywhere.  All they could see was the blazing fury of the one who ripped them. 

Light green glowing eyes staring deep into their soul as they cried.

Half broken arms wrapped around their neck, like they were hugging them. Even though they couldn’t make out their face. 

It felt like they were a friend….

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In the Meeting Room...

Waiting in the meeting room Tarty examining the four pictures. Two of them they’ve never seen before but two whose faces are familiar. Looking at the two pictures even longer, a headache coursed through their head.

Getting up, their mechanic arms slamming the table, nobody was sensed around the area. Sighing to themselves, they slumped in their seat until perking up and hearing Fae with Silver Bark approach nearby.

“Took you two long enough.” Tarty said with reluctance, Their arms resting on top of the table. “All of the 10 cookies split up with their other halves, exploring the kingdom and palace.”

“Well then, I’ll wait for them, you are free to do whatever you wish, my child.”

“Nah… I'll just… Stay.” They looked at the picture of Lico and Rare. “I need to settle the score for the person who did it.” 

“No no, take a rest dear child.” Silver Bark said, walking over to Tarty and comforted them by rubbing their shoulders.

“REST?!” They got up and pushed Silver Bark. “I don’t need to rest when stakes are out of hand!”

“Calm down, you two. If Tarty wants to stay, they can stay. No need to force them into anything.” Fae said, glaring at the arguing pair.

“Fine… It’s just something came over me… I don’t need to explain” They sat down at the table as the ancients and the beast approached the room.