How many years had passed? You weren't entirely sure. You didn't care to know, either. Ever since you had changed, changed in a way that had made everyones perspective on you change into believing you were evil, you had left the two mystical beings who believed you three would be together for the rest of time; Longan Dragon Cookie and Millennial Tree Cookie.

You had left without a word, leaving them confused and worried until they had heard about what you became, and seen what you had done. They had found it difficult to believe what you became, that they would have to continue without you. But they managed to move on- or at least, convince themselves that they did. When they happen to come across the things you've done, the damage you did, there's a small, lingering hope that you may appear.

Millennial Tree Cookie approaches a dense forest with Longan Dragon Cookie following close behind, surrounded by a dark and evil aura, silence coming from the forest which would make one assume even mindless animals wouldn't dare approach it. Millennial Tree had sent his protectors of the world to investigate this place he had heard rumors about, but they had returned scarred and with little information.

L: "With the rumors surrounding this place, did you truly believe those cookies you call your defenders could break through?"

M: "Even sensing the feeling surrounding this forest now, I would have hoped that was the case, they are resilient, but I see why I was wrong.."

They enter the dense forest, unsettled by the eerie silence surrounding them, not even the wind gracing the leaves. They had chills run down their spines, like they were being watched, like something could come out and attack them at any second - and something would.

The two freeze in their tracks as something nearly hits them, looking up to see a pair of eyes looking down at them from in the trees, unable to make out what exactly the dark figure above them was. They would nearly be struck again had they not moved out of the way, and Longan Dragon snarls as one of his orbs swiftly move behind the figure, freezing whatever it was in place. They swiftly move another to turn the figure to stone before the feel Millennial Tree grabbing them, a shocked and slightly pained expression on his face.

M: "Longan, wait! It's-"

Longan turns back up to the figure where Millennial Tree was looking. A gust of wind had just blown to shift the leaves and the shade they provided, which allowed them to see what- no, who the figure was, allowing them to see you.