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' The Aide of Decietful Knowledge, Blueberry Yogurt Cookie; the last of the batch created by the very Witches themselves. He was originally designed to be the Sage of Truth, the Ancient of Knowledge. — A wily cookie rose towering Spires from the ground, helped nurture Scholars far and wide, and was a Fountain for all to learn. Yet, like the kindling fires of the now 'Desolate Desert', things changed.
A mere reflection of what once was, the Fount of Knowledge decided Lies would be more beneficial; beneficial for the cause he and the rest of the batch believes in.
Seeing no repercussions from their very creators, Blueberry Yogurt Cookie became what he is now: a False Idol, Sage, an Ancient of Pure Deceit, a Jester who sees himself fit to be a King. — '
"— Now all of Earthbread has yet to fully see what these Ancients are playing at, but blah blah blah." The sound of parchment ripping followed, emphasizing the last three words. An exasperated huff followed soon after, alongside a dull thud of a book against hardwood. "Jeez Louise how many more pages do I have to take out? All these paragraphs and whatnot are just full of conspiracy mumbo jumbo." A chair scraped across the milky marbled floor, reflecting blurry blocs of dark navy-n-gold on its surface.
Pale blue hands pushed aside torn apart scrolls and tomes, before revealing a parchment with all the authors names hastily scribbled onto the page. — This is just a simple note, one he’d likely hand over to Kindling Herb Cookie, or Sparkling Brine Cookie. They’re both brutes really, they’ll know what to do with these pesky Truthers! (maybe.) A sly grin spread across his face, scanning around the room; the image of all the destruction resealing itself in his mind once more. It’s alright, as long as the Knowledge he rips apart isn’t his! If anything, he’s doing these dear authors a favor! Minus the implied assassin he’s currently planning, but it’s all for the greater good.
After all, their dear Witches would’ve done something by now; ah, how it pays to be a 'Witch’s-cookie', how it pays to be created by an equally cruel being.
His thoughts come to an abrupt pause, as the annoying sound of knocking resounds in the room, eyes of gold and icy-cerulean flicking up to the star-covered door. He can already recognize who’s behind that very piece of cracker. With a roll of his eye he relents, "Come in."
In an instant, a small cookie barges in, her large, green caramel apples bobbing with each quick step, alongside the odd ribbons poking up. Her white dress billowed behind her as she almost jumped onto the cookie behind the desk, pretty much defying all logic if you take into account she managed to phase through it.
"Blueberry Yogurt Cookie! Blueberry Yogurt Cookie!" She practically squealed, holding up a cherry-red envelope. "Look what I- eh... We found in the mail! It was sent straight to you!"
'We'? The Ancient looked up to the two large doors, now left slightly ajar, revealing a white colored cookie, a mischievous glee could be seen in his yellow eyes. — Great, now there’s two buffoons hanging around him now, just great. "I appreciate it Green Apple Cookie and White Sapphire Cookie, now go on, shoo! Shoo!" He snatched the envelope right out of her hands, before pushing the girl away; he didn’t exactly feel like putting on some theatrics for today, so thank the Witches when that door closed into a satisfying 'click', he immediately ravaged apart the mail, the red scattering around (into a neat, moon shaped pile), leaving behind a letter:
' Dear Ancient of Deceit,
We hope this letter finds you in good faith, yet sadly, we cannot say the same on our end. We’re well aware that your friend, Sparkling Brine Cookie, is greatly connected to you and the other three in the batch; and he’s noticed some problems that emerged from her time here at Yeast-Beast. — See, our dark Kingdom shelters a great tree, that houses five great Beasts within the Obsidian. The Great Hero came and helped watch over it, but under her watchful eye, some cracks could be seen, and in turn, he decided to call for help; being you four.
She asked us to write this letter for him as a request for assistance, seeing he lacks much skill in communication for both verbally and even in pen.
We hope to see you soon,
Young Faerie Cookie '
"... Young Faerie Cookie?" The false Sage murmured, suppressing the slightly amused smile forming on his face, "Ppffft really? A kid wrote this?" He looked a little closer at the page, exaggerating the movement almost. "Wait a Faerie?!"
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— Alright, rereading that entire thing threw him into a loop honestly, and a few quick pause to research; if the books now scattered all over the ground wasn’t a giveaway. First off, the reason for the Solitude’s absence is not because of her social anxiety (and the fact that his entire existence revolves around being alone), is perhaps because he’s in an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT CONTINENT??? Alright, now he’s hooked, not for helping oh no, no, no, no, no!
This is purely out of interest from the fact the walking hunk of metal is suddenly considered to be a 'Hero' by these naive cookiespecies, and also...
Beasts.
Somewhere in his library he has some old tomes stored with bountiful information on such beings; the name brings memories back to when he was just a tad bit more Truthful...
Blueberry Yogurt Cookie ended up going on a fixated rampage about the Beasts, desiring to learn absolutely everything about them, only to be disappointed when most of the information ended up lost in time. No matter how much he whined to his Witch, they refused to do anything out it. Leaving him to only able to obsessively read over the same, admittedly boring text over and over and over again, until he found something else for interesting to latch onto. — ... Why was he so dead-set on studying them? Eh, who cares.
That’s all in the past now, you can’t change something that already happened.
Either way, he knows what to do now.
Heels clicking against the marble, he made his way over to the door, hearing the faint noises of bickering muffled by the wafer. Typical. Of course those two never fully go away. Oh well, might as well make an entrance, after all he has a potential audience awaiting him just beyond the threshold. He sighed, combing a hand through his short, cosmic-hair, adjusting his weird (cool) looking hat and golden monocle; making sure his clothes are tidy too, before pushing open the doors in a big flourish. Completely ignoring the fact it was a pull-door and now it’s barely hanging onto its hinges.
"Hold the applause! Hold the applause!" He quickly quipped in, not letting his minions get a word in. "I have a very special job for you guys!"
Green Apple’s eyes grew big, a big, cheeky smile coming into view as she started vibrating in place; the sight bringing both the Ancient and White Sapphire to roll their eyes, on the topic of Sapphire, he looked calm as usual, his smug-looking smile never leaving.
"What is it?" Both of them said, bringing his two helpers to glare at each other. — If the scholarly jester wasn’t here they’d both already be at each other’s throats, literally.
If he had the heart, he’d bash their heads in at this very moment to just get over the feeling of utter annoyance he feels to be doing this right now. They’re still a little useful at times though, so that wouldn’t be a good idea. "First off, Apple, can you get Gingerbrave and his friends?" — "Yep! Anything for you!" She replied, before scampering off. Now that she’s away... "White Sapphire Cookie, I need you to keep watch of the Academy."
"... Pardon? Are you going somewhere?" The white hued cookie inquired, looking rather confused.
"Obviously! I only drag in those little 'gnats' whenever I feel like going somewhere! It’s fun seeing them get beat up sometimes y’know?" The Ancient replied, "And of course I need some reliable cookies to watch over everything here! Just because I’m gone does not mean lessons should be halted in any way! Since I trust you to not crumble my dear pride and joy, I’m assigning the job onto you!"
White Sapphire Cookie let out a sigh, "Alright then, I’ll do my best to make sure the Academy is safe."
Blueberry Yogurt smiled, patting him on the head. "I knew I could rely on you!"
The sound of multiple footsteps echoed in the halls, immediately catching his attention. "Oh good, well I got to go now, tohdaloo!" He pretty much shoved the other away, before running off to the three kids who were begrudgingly led by Green Apple Cookie. She probably tried to surprise them again with a good ‘ol nudge on their heads. It’s funny enough so he doesn’t stop her.
"Blueberry Yogurt Cookie!" Gingerbrave called out, pushing past the caramelized cookie and running up to him; with Wizard and Strawberry Cookie awkwardly following behind. "Where are we going this time?" — The script is simple, and it’s clear these teens know what’s coming up. His smile became more sharper, appearing in a crescent moon shape.
"Dear friends, we’re going to be meeting up with my other friends to Yeast-Beast!"
The name brought a few nervous glances between everyone in the corridor; lo, not everycookie can be as excited as him. With a quick twirl of his staff, puppets descended from the infinite ceiling to applaud, with White Sapphire and Green Apple quickly following suite. "Don’t look so scared! It’s just going to be a quick stop and go! Plus I betcha it’ll be fun for you lot! —"
"— What’s the worse that can happen?"
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A lot.
A lot can happen.
Perhaps Blueberry Yogurt Cookie bit off more than he could chew.
Oh well, he was always good with improv.
After all it’ll be fun Beast-hunting for the first time!
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... Right?
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