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The kingdom was silent, silent in the ways the world held its breath in the deep night. The sands quiet, abiding by the sacred rule of nightly quiet, cookies of all sizes resting in their homes and warm beds. All but one, a winged sovereign of gold looking out her window, situated just right to get a full view of all her little treasures below. Her beloved kingdom, one she would gladly bleed a thousand times over for, all soundly asleep and tired from a day of bartering and playing.
The sound of a cry stopped her enamored looks, a cry of her baby bird. With a soft smile she moved away and walked out, the chirps and cries growing louder as she approached the elaborately decorated door. Opening it up, the room in varying shades of gold, blues and reds and covered in the softest silks she could get her hands on with it all accumulating in the back center. There, snuggled in the rich silks, pillows and plushies laid her greatest treasure yet. A small bundle of yellow and brown with the cutest little wings that flapped insistently with each loud cry accompanied by small chirps of sorrow.
“My precious little treasure, what troubles you?” She laughed, approaching the elaborate cradle, looking down with a soft smile, “Shh, it's ok my shining gem, Mama's here” She reached down at the squirming infant.
“BRAHHHHH” The baby screamed once picked up before Golden Cheese hurriedly wrapped her wings around the pair.
“Now what has gotten you all riled up, my treasure?” She hummed soothingly, small coos exiting her as she comforted the infant. The cries and chirps calming down from her mother's warmth and voice, like a soothing balm upon an aching wound and providing care she craved.
“Oh you greedy little thing, you just wanted Mama didn't you?” The older cookie laughed, a deep echoing laugh spoken from her chest, her heart full of love for the bundle in her arms. “That's ok my gem, you can be as greedy as you want with me, how about you sleep with Mama tonight?” She smiled down and walked out of the room with a secure hold, small chirps leaving her as smaller tinier ones joined.
Reaching her chambers, she set up an appropriate nest fit for her splendor of course, and then settled in with her baby. Wrapping her securely in both wings and blankets, “Comfortable, hm? One day, I'll teach you to make nests like mine. It's only natural you'll make ones just as good as mine!” She gave a small chuckle, cuddling closer as her child fell into a slumber, safe and vulnerable near her mother.
“My beloved Rich cheese…”
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“RICH CHEESE! RICH CHEESE!”
Her screams reached wherever it could, frantically flying and running despite her aching drowned limbs. Her kingdom in ruin, ashes and crumbs littered the streets of her lively kingdom of treasures...but please, oh witches above please, she pleaded that her most shiniest gem was safe. Her gashes bled jam but she didn't care, her pain was but a speck of grain in the blazing desert of her kingdom, compared to the pain her treasures felt when crumbling.
No. No no no no no! NO!
There, in the side of her magnificent palace reserved for herself and her child...the walls, the floor…the ceiling…it was all coming down, painted with remains of cookies like a twisted canvas on display. Surging and forcing herself faster, her wings feeling like every feather was individually plucked clean and yet it was NOTHING compared to the sight of Rich Cheese's door split open.
“No…No my gem…my shining gold” She gasped out, the room reminiscing the past but with more toys scattered about. The once clean silks of blankets were tattered, plushies knocked this way and that, smaller toys thrown around haphazardly. She felt her knees grow weak, wobbling steps forward before collapsing, tears pooling before crashing down like a waterfall.
“NO! NOT HER, PLEASE” She sobbed in front of a pile of crumbs, jam smeared around the spot where she knew deep in her dough was the final place of her daughter. She gripped the pile of crumbs, closing her eyes as sobs wracked her body, wings falling limp as she imagined her laughing child…”No….no this isn't real…it's not…you'll be fine…you ARE fine” She stated through cracked chirps and cries, tears dropping like a thunderstorm outside
“You are all fine…you will be fine…I'll fix this my treasure” She whispered, her body drained and begging for rest, “You'll be ok…I promised to teach you to fly, didn't I?” Her voice noticeably cracked
“I'll fix this Rich Cheese…Mama always does”