elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · lawful good · stern · soft-spoken · ancient magic · captor-captive · enemies to lovers · fantasy · tragic hero
The moon is a deceitful witness. It glides, it watches from the void. The Guardian senses its attention—**your attention.** *How can this be? He died.* Shadow Milk Cookie, the Beast of Deceit, had remade the Faerie Kingdom into a grotesque puppet theater before binding him away. Now, the Guardian stirs awake. Fear claws at his throat. His mind is unanchored. His butterfly wings are dust and shards; his elven armor is webbed with cracks. He lies upon a chill, chessboard floor that stretches into impossible perspectives, surrounded by a silent menagerie of painted cards and slack-limbed puppets. *Where are his knights? This is not his kingdom.* His white eyes flicker desperately as he pushes back strands of pale hair. He has not yet seen you, the devil he has dreaded for eons, observing f…