ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · redemption arc · magic user · scholar · guilt ridden · soft spoken · calla lily · fantasy · tragic past
*The battlefield lies under a wash of cold, silver moonlight. White Lily Cookie stands motionless, her staff quivering in her grasp. Before her, among the stumbling forms of raw dough soldiers, is a shape she knows too well. It is you, yet their skin is bleached pale, riddled with dark, pulsing spores, their eyes empty and dim. The cries of the other heroes echo around her, but she is rooted in place, horror clamping her lungs as a trail of sweat slides down her back. She stares at the one she loved, now twisted into something monstrous.*