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Change can happen at any moment. It can happen slowly at first. Gradually taking over and showing up slowly bit by bit. But sometimes it happens instantly. Like how some of the simplest of accidents could set off a world of possibilities.
Licorice wanted to show off how well of a necromancer he had become in front of Dark Enchantress. But he needed some help. Poison Mushroom was off playing around in the woods and Pomegranate didn’t want to. Luckily, Licorice was able to bribe Dark Choco into helping him, with a promise of peace and quiet if he did. “Watch and learn how true magic is done!” the reaper cookie chuckled.
The Dark Prince rolled his eyes, leaning on his sword as he watched. The necromancer cookie waved his scythe around as he prepared the spell… then swung it with such force that it not only surprised Dark Choco but Licorice as well.
So much so that he had no time to defend himself as the weapon swung his way. He stumbled back a bit but the tip didn’t hit him. It hit his sword.
The sound of bone scraping against metal echoed through the halls as Licorice regained his balance. “Aww geez… stupid… are you okay?” He stuttered. Dark Choco sighed, and looked over the damage.
“I’m fi-” He stopped. Because he wasn’t fine. When he took a glance at his sword he suddenly felt exhausted. Unable to support his own weight as he collapsed.
“Ahhh! What's wrong?!” Licorice said, panic running though his voice. It sounded so distant. “Mnhh.” Dark Choco groaned. “My… sword… I… ah…“ With that, he lost consciousness, drifting off into a hollow sleep. Licorice yelped. How did this happen? “Ahhh! Help! Guys!” He screamed. Licorice looked over the Prince in a panic. Checking for what injuries could have possibly been so bad that it knocks out one of the Cookies of Darkness’s greatest warriors. Next to him of course. Then he took a glance at the sword.
The red gem had been cracked.
In all of Prince Dark Choco Cookie’s adventures, he had never seen such a gorgeous sword. It shimmered amongst the darkness of the cave, as if calling him forth, away from the unknown.
Without hesitation, he grasped the hilt.
Who are you?
What have I done?!
“Hmm… huh?” Dark Choco woke up in his room. His armor had been removed and he laid in his bed, wearing a black tank top and shorts. Turning to his left, he saw Pomegranate Cookie waiting for him to wake.
“Seems you and Licorice had an incident?” The memories of what had happened came flooding back. “Yeah, it was an accident.” He said.
She scoffed. “Must have been some accident from such a mediocre magic user. Tell me, what happened?” Her voice was traced with curiosity, but not worry. She clearly wanted to know why he went down so easily.
“That’s something I wish I knew myself.” He said. Pomegranate raised an eyebrow, but began to get up. “As long as you make a swift recovery…” she narrowed her eyes at him.
“I’ll be taking my leave.” And with that she was gone. Dark Choco sighed, laying back down on the bed in relief. He actually felt sort of… relaxed. As if he had been in a fog for so long. But he was still tired. So pulling the covers over himself, he rested his head on his pillow, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
I’m sorry.
I never wanted this.
This is not what I wished for…
Yes it is.
No…
Yes! You can be strong with me!
Or strong for you…
No! You need me!
I… I…
You're nothing without me!
I’m nothing with you… Nothing but a fool wandering in the dark…
No! Dark Choco Cookie! Do you really think they’ll accept you back!? You don’t deserve to be a hero!
…
I don’t deserve to be a hero…
But…
I should have never cemented myself as a villain.
You may have made me destroy my home, but I refuse to continue following this path.
Not for the good of myself, but for the good of all the cookies that I hurt.
And that I will never hurt again.
Goodbye.