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I awoke and sat upright from my resting spot as memories I thought I rid myself of came flooding back, they always did at some point.
I suddenly remembered the pure fear and distress on the faces of the cookies I had previously slew. In the moment I had enjoyed it, it was the only thing that kept a smile of pure joy on my face, but now, they’re just memories that will haunt me forever, it doesn’t matter how many times I try to erase them, they always come back. I’ve tried countless times to get the memories to go away. Why must I remember the dead, the cookies I have slain centuries ago, those now forgotten by time.
One memory hits me rather hard.
My first kill.
I was following the Kala Namak Knights from the shadows. Someone had paid me a hefty amount to kill three of them, luckily for me, there were only three together, patrolling the area, so no one would notice them missing too quickly.
I readied myself and threw my scythe, slicing the head off of the one in the back, what I didn’t take into account was their horse. The cookie’s body went limp and fell off their horse, causing it to react and cry out. The other two Kala Namak Knights turned around to see the decapitated body of their colleague on the ground. They hopped off their horses and walked over to it, cautiously approaching the body, drawing their swords. I commanded my scythe to come back to me. It caught one of the final knights, cutting their head off as well as slicing the neck of the horse.
I caught my weapon, and in a sudden act of sick curiosity I licked the blood off of the blade of the scythe, and enjoyed the way it tasted. The thought of enjoying the taste now makes me feel sick to my stomach.
The final knight approached the spot I was hiding and thinking quickly, jumped out and attacked them, but they were quicker. They dodge the first attack, then the second, the third. I knew they were trying to tire me out and it was working, my movements became slower and lazier, my breathing was heavier. How long were we fighting for, a few minutes? An hour? I fear I may never know. Suddenly as I backed away to catch my breath, they swung their axe and successfully cut off half my jaw. For the first time in years I had felt pain, it was exhilarating yet excruciating. On one hand I felt joy from it, on the other, the pain was practically too much for me to bear. I thought about leaving, but the thought of losing so much money was worse than the pain I felt. So, I gathered the remainder of my strength and struck down the final knight, since the adrenaline had temporarily pushed my pain aside, I went after the horses too, slaughtering all three of them. Once the adrenaline had finally worn off I sat under a tree, holding a mask I had nabbed off of one of Kala Namka Knights. A soft crunch of the leaves signaled that someone had approached me.
“Witches! What happened to your face?” The voice asked, I looked up but didn’t reply. A rather beautiful cookie stood in front of me, her hair a pale gentle pink and was about knee length, she had big butterfly wings that very noticeably had eyes on them, a white sleeveless top and a skirt that was the same color as her hair.
“So you're the silent type, I see?” She teased. I looked away in embarrassment, I mean, who wouldn’t when a beautiful woman was teasing them.
“My name is Pineapple Whip Cookie, loyal follower of Ephemeral Jam Cookie” She pressed a hand to her chest and put the other behind her back as she gave a bow.
“Memory Reaper Cookie” I muttered.
I guess it wasn’t that bad of a memory. I smiled to myself before laying back down and falling asleep again.