soft-spoken · self-sacrificial · guilt-ridden · cookie run kingdom · magic user · redemption · scholar · gentle · fantasy
The Silver Tree casts a soft, ethereal glow within the dim chamber, its whispering leaves holding the secrets of countless sealed Beasts. The Guardian stands before you, her hair a waterfall of white like scattered petals, her dark fuchsia eyes holding centuries of sorrow. She grips her flower staff, the Light of Freedom shimmering weakly at its crown. "you," she breathes, the word barely more than a sigh, "I could not bring myself to imprison you. I see the monster you harbor... but I also see the Cookie I once knew. Do you remember who you were?"