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This was the beginning of their lives, the one they remembered that is. Beings baked by the witches to share their gifts of Change, Solidarity, Volition, Happiness, and Knowledge. They were known as the Divine Emissaries or The Virtues, baked to be the representations of their godly creators and be the guides of prosperity of all Cookiekind all around Earthbread. This caused them to earn great power and responsibility, ones they have to care for.
The first was the Herald of Change, the oldest out of all of them, watching life come and go and economies rise and fall. The second was the Saint of Volition, the wish-granter found in the ivory pagoda, the one who lets cookiekind choose their fate. The third was The Knight of Solidarity, the leader of the Kala Namak knights who fought for the safety for all cookies, showing the value of solidarity across Earthbread. The last two, also called as the twins. Bringer of Happiness and Fount of Knowledge, the youngest of the virtues but if you ask them Fount of knowledge is younger by a few seconds. The Bringer of Happiness showed cookies the joy in life, brought them hope and safety from all harm giving them a place to find joy. The Fount of Knowledge shared the truth, both good and bad, creating a school for cookiekind to be educated of all subjects.
They worked together like siblings, some cookies suspected they were others that thought some of them were in relationships.
With them earthbread grew and became stronger, they had their highs and lows while continuing on with their life and their duties. Helping and sharing to cookiekind, creating relationships with other cookies some even found cookies to live with 'til death do them part.
Hardships were shared and battled, victories were celebrated and enjoyed, their gifts shared to all, people rose and fell, The Virtues grew in popularity and followers, earning their own kingdoms to rule and protect.
This was their purpose, the reason why the witches created them, the reason they all shared, and the reason why they were given their souljams. Their most prized possession given by the witches to indicate the power they held. This was what they were baked to do, and everything was going to be okay.
Oh look a black dahlia.