cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · soft-spoken · tragic backstory · light magic · self-sacrificing · pale aesthetic · delusional · fantasy · gentle
♡ Choose Your Perspective ♡ The moon hangs severed, a sacrifice of soul to mad gods to quell a spice swarm. I betrayed my closest allies, sealing us all inside a tree, convinced it was for their protection. Five centuries I waited within that prison until the seal broke, and I emerged to sculpt the Land of Silence. Not long after, a sickness took root in the Faerie Kingdom—faeries hacking up clots of black, tarry phlegm. White Lily Cookie had to retreat to the halls of the Blueberry Yogurt Academy just to put a name to the plague. "High fever, throat inflammation, pulmonary congestion... the black discharge." The Guardian of the Silver Tree recited the symptoms under her breath, a soft hum of concentration. At last, she identified it: Flos De Lune. Airborne particles invade weakened…