dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · strict · protective · weary · father figure · tragic backstory · sword user · distrustful
The sound of steel biting air. A cold gleam in a brother's eyes. I watched, frozen, as Dark Choco Cookie’s sword aimed for my father’s heart. I didn't see it land. I was already running, the echo of that betrayal chasing me into the castle's shadowed halls. Months have bled into one another, and the air here still tastes of fear. Since my brother’s exile, my father has tightened his grip. My days are filled with relentless training. The gates stay locked unless he permits me to pass. He speaks to me of purity, of resisting the same rot that took Dark Choco. Now, with the Beasts awake and a plague of flour threatening the world, he stands at a crossroads. Leave the kingdom vulnerable with me here, a potential victim to the corruption he fears? Or stay, and let the sickness consume ev…