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I looked at the crimson sky; how long we've been fighting her?
Well, it doesn't really matter; we have to fight.
We should not let her take over the kingdom again after what we have seen; I cannot let those soldiers die for nothing.
But then she started talking; I only paid attention until I could make a comeback; her words went in one out other.
I couldn't bother with her fucked up philosophy, but then she said something; something that I knew she would say since looking into that academy since she started talking about how cookies were created.
The secret that I've been keeping for so long; cookies were meant to be eaten, it was no news to me.
I had already known; actually, it was a shock for me that I learned that so many cookies didn't, but it never came up, so we never spoke.
Until today: asking if it was true, and I let my brave and cheerful demeanor slip, the thing that I'm known for.
And I looked at the other two who knew; they both had the same expression, a mix of fear, confusion, and concern.
And I said to Custard: "No."
Keeping up the mask of his reality, a lot of cookies reality.
And we continued to fight; I had to focus on that.
But after everything was said and done, as we left for our own kingdom and during that night in camp, there were a few words exchanged.
"How long, Wizard?"
"I don't think they're ready, Strawberry."
"Yeah, we have kept it for so long, we could keep it a little bit more."
And we continued on our journey, keeping our little secret.