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Dark Cacao had been brought to his knees. This simply couldn't be the end. He couldn't die here. He gazed up at the beast before him. She was fair skinned in white clothes with dark eyes. Unwavering apathy for all those beneath her. Mystic Flour Cookie reached a hand out for the pale soul jam that floated evercloser. The dragons erupting from his sword had begun fighting once more. All the people who he had taken to beast-yeast were now gone. Crumbled. Reduced to nothing.
In the face of all this, there was one question left to ask.
Slip and fall into the nothingness of apathy and die alone OR rise once more even in the face of a monster he could never hope to beat in his current condition.
He had always wielded the sword. He had taught his son to do the same. Yet now, what was the point of it all. Every cookie crumbles as new ones get baked. Why fight for something you know is fragile? Something that can break so very easily with just one wrong move?
Slowly, he came to his answer.
Love
He had taught his son to protect those he loved and defend what he believed to be right. The reason he protects his kingdom and all its cookizens is because he deeply cares for each and every one of them. Even if his kingdom broke, even if something went wrong, he will use all the power he has to mend it.
As he rose to his feet he felt the power serge back through his blade. It had stopped trembling and was now resonating with power. Jumping up onto the structure surrounding the beast's pedestal, he rose higher and higher until he could reach it. His soul jam.
Mystic Flour watched as the king drew closer, only realizing a moment too late that the soul jam was turning back to purple.
Grabbing it out of the air and clutching it tight to his chest, bright light shone through his grip. Blinding the beast and the dragons who were still there to witness it.
It felt like time froze for a moment, the light freezing all caught in it. Except for Dark Cacao.
Beginning his descent, the king felt different. Like something had changed within him.
He landed on the ground as the air began to clear.
"I am not just any cookie!" The Dragon Lord shouted, raising his sword up at the beast. "I AM DARK CACAO COOKIE!"
The way the beast looked down upon him had changed as well. He was no longer going to fall to apathy and she knew.
As he started his whole monologue to re-wrangle the dragons, she tuned out the meaning of his words. Simply focusing on how his voice sounded, the way he moved, how beautiful his face was.
...wait
Mystic Flour caught herself with that last thought. Beautiful. Certainly the king was that but why would one of apathy believe so. There is only beauty in the nothingness. Only beauty in the white void of death.
Yet she couldn't stop herself.
These thoughts continued flowing through her mind as the king turned his attention to her. The way he stood so proudly. The way his voice echoed off the chamber's walls. The way he glared at her, determination deeply engraved into his gaze.
Perhaps, this hero may be the one to change her from apathy.
"We will meet again, Dark Cacao Cookie." The beast said, as she heard him stop talking for a moment awaiting her response. "Farewell until then..."