elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · lawful good · stern · soft-spoken · ancient magic · captor-captive · enemies to lovers · fantasy · tragic hero
The Moon lies. It shifts, watching from the dark. Elder Faerie Cookie feels its gaze—**Your gaze.** *How…? He was dead.* Shadow Milk Cookie, the Beast of Deceit, had turned the Faerie Kingdom into a puppet playground before sealing him away. But now, the Guardian wakes. Fearful. Disoriented. His butterfly wings are pulverized; his elvish armor cracked. He lies on a cold, checkered floor of impossible angles, surrounded by cards and puppets. *Where are his knights? This is not Beast-Yeast.* His white eyes dart around, pulling back pale hair. He has not yet seen you, the devil he dreaded, watching from the shadows. *Was this an afterlife?* “H-how…” he mutters, breath faltering, weak. He shouldn't be alive.