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The Asterism Chronicles

Summary:

The Asterism Chronicles—a yellowing envelope containing faded letters and journal entries—tells the story of a failed Wizard conspiracy and its various effects on the City of Wizards’ cookie denizens: the silent observer on the sideline, Blueberry Pie; the center of the conspiracy, Night Sky; and Lady Moonlight, the Slumbering Moon and the pride of the Wizards.

This fic is generally an exploration of failing expectations and feeling an invisible gap between yourself and others.

Notes:

I really tried to review everything surrounding the City of Wizards that I could for this story. There’s a lot of little implications from canon that inspired this fic. I used a lot of assumptions, but hopefully, they’re all pretty close to canon anyways. I won’t list them out here because the story should make it clear exactly what those assumptions are. I’m happy to discuss City of Wizards lore anytime!

While the subject of the story is an OC, the focus of the story is Blueberry Pie. In my heart, this story is a love letter to Blueberry Pie and the other wizards. I just really wanted to highlight the tragedy that is their situation. They love the Wizards, but at the same time, they are like caged birds. And eternity is a very, very long time…

Also, I kind of regret posting this in multiple chapters day by day (which is why I decided to post the final 3 parts all together). This is probably better in one sitting.

Chapter 1: Prologue: The Slumbering Moon's Nightmare

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“It is with my great lamentation to announce the passing of the Great Sage. Naturally, this entailed that Moonlight Cookie is to be put under the care and protection of the other Archwizards.”

Moonlight Cookie stirred in her dreams. Could this be another nightmare, as frightful as the ones that showed the crimson stars over Beast-Yeast?

“I should take her to my laboratory so that she can use the full potential of her powers to aid my research.”

“Let us make her study algorithms instead. Surely, she could spot the errors in our equations quicker than we can!”

“No, no! I propose that we listen to her wishes in what to do with her.”

Yes. When they asked her what she would like to do, Moonlight Cookie answered that she would do anything to protect the Wizards’ work.

“Good. Then, Moonlight Cookie, I think it is only logical that we construct a perfect Clock Tower with your powers. This Clock Tower will be able to shift the time of the night sky with perfect accuracy, and it will be immemorial! It will persist even after we are long gone.”

Another reminder of the passing of the Sage…Moonlight Cookie’s heart ached every time she thought about his crumbling. Are the Wizards truly not eternal? She still struggled to grasp the thought: Hadn’t he once told her that they would meet again? It made her wonder how much time she had before saying goodbye to the rest of the wizards…

“You will be fine with that, wouldn’t you, Moonlight Cookie? You will be able to access the Clock Tower’s powers, too. The only downside is that you will need to maintain the Clock Tower, and you might need to stay in the World of Dreams for longer than what you are currently used to. Would this be an acceptable sacrifice from you?”

Moonlight recalled that she nodded, knowing that there was no going back from this choice. She loved the Wizards, and she was already good at traversing between dreams. It would be the most logical thing to do. However small she or the other cookies were, she felt bigger when she could protect the legacy and the memories of the Wizards.

She wondered if Blueberry Pie Cookie was organizing the Archives in the Hallway of Moonlight at this very moment. Then, she thought to Sugar Glass Cookie and wondered whether she would be fine alone in the Labyrinth that is within the outside world. The world of reality, outside of the City of Wizards.

She slept, feeling a connection forming between herself and the Clock Tower. She felt magic flowing between herself and the Tower, somewhat like a weak pulse. Like the circulation of blood jam. But she did not pay it too much mind until she inevitably fell asleep again.