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There was a soft humming sound as a young woman could be seen sitting on a chair, her eyes glued on the tray, as she chewed on her fingers nervously. If she followed the instructions right, provided by the Witch of Light herself, then surely this would work as what lay on the tray was a single cookie in white clothing which nearly matched the long, white icing laced on the figure to make up the hair.
She had used the finest wheat to bake this cookie… Wheat that came from her magic alongside other ingredients gathered by her fellow witches as well the life powder which granted life in the first place… The fact she was one of the witches to be picked to bake a cookie who would gather all the other cookies living in the world that they all baked to a brighter future was nerve wracking as she didn’t mess up.
A wish which she held dearly in her heart and one that she wished to pass to the cookie once they woke to the world.. If they did wake up to the world.
She didn’t know what to do if the cookie didn’t wake up despite the fact she had been successful in the past when it came to baking living cookies…. It was frightening to think if she actually failed in her role to bake the cookie as she didn’t want to disappoint the other.
The witch was soon snapped out of her thoughts when she heard movement, her emerald eyes flickering down, and she was holding her breath when she saw the cookie slowly moving… The body shifted until slowly the cookie’s eyes flickered open; revealing white eyecing and a pair of silver eyes.
The cookie blinked a few times before sitting up, looking around their surroundings until their eyes lay on the witch herself, and her expression full of awe and curiosity as the cookie merely stared at the witch who was grinning happily.
The witch 's hands slowly reached towards the cookie, cupping them with both of her hands, and slowly lifting them until she was eye level with the cookie themselves whom let out a small gasp when picked up but didn’t cower or change their expression… Instead the curiosity only grew on the cookie’s expression as they slowly reached out and placed their hand against one of the witch’s fingers.
“Hello there.” The witch spoke softly, fearing her voice could shatter the other like porcelain, as she wanted to be delicate with the cookie.
“.... H….. Hello?” The cookie responded slowly, their voice gentle, and looking quite surprised when they heard their own voice as the hand that wasn’t touching the witch’s finger, shifted to their neck for a brief moment, and they looked down for a moment before looking back at the witch.
“.... Who are you….?”
“I am Arista, The Witch of Abundance.” The witch answered the question with full delight, on her finger moving to stroke the cookie’s hair, doting on the cookie, whilst the cookie merely blinked at the interaction.
“Arista…” They repeated the name to themselves, blinking, before humming softly as the cookie realised something.
“... Who I am..?” The Cookie asked which caused Arista to blink a few times before a warm smile formed on her face.
“You are Wheat Flour Cookie… One of my creations and someone who’s going to play a very important role…” The witch answered the question which gave the cookie a small nod of their head whilst being slightly surprised at they were going have a important role which only gave them more questions however before they could ask about those questions; Arista spoke but this time in a softer voice.
“But for now… I want you to meet the other witches as well and see if they also bake the other cookies that also carry important roles like you… As no doubt they will be your closest friends.” As the Witch stood up, being ever so careful to not let go of Wheat Flour Cookie, and making sure the cookie was safe in her hands as she slowly made her way out of the kitchen to head to the room where she knew the other witches would be waiting to see if the Witch of Abundance was successful or not.
The Cookie merely looked on with pure curiosity, wondering what the other witches were like and the cookies that would be her friends, whilst the Witch herself was looking forward to the bright future that held for her and the cookie in her hand.
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