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Witches gone, Beasts nowhere to be seen, sounds peaceful. But there is never balance without terror.
The cruelty always lurks where kindness doesn't shine, The River Of Lost Souls, a river that has been hidden by the elders, no records about it could be found. Only a poem, that could be heared by just reading it, like an eery whisper into one's ear, was all cookie-kind ever knew about such a mysterious river.
But legend says that is was such a problem, for whatever the reason it was, that the 5 virtues had to step in, though it is a legend.
No-one knows much about this 'River Of Lost Souls'. But if anyone asked or talked about it to the Beasts, they'd get weird or change the subject.
Mystic Flour Cookie says "A pointless subject..." and turns away,
Burning Spice Cookie says "I want to destroy it!" and then rage,
Shadow Milk Cookie says "Listen, I don't answer to things like THIS!" then make a strange face,
Eternal Sugar Cookie says "Oh, my dear...you don't need to worry about such~!" then talk about something else,
But Silent Salt Cookie...stays silent...
Those five know much more than any other cookie does..
The poem says:
"A river coated in syrup, but underneath, lurks a plague of terror, those who fall in, will first feel empty within, though after an hour, you feel a loss of power, and by dusk, you're nothing but a brainless husk, jam spills and all burns, nothing you love returns, no-one is your friend, this is the end"
The writer is unknown...but that river...is dangerous for sure...
But this poem was part of a book...an old, dusted book. Most of the pages ripped out. Almost as if someone did not want anyone to see such important from the past...from the time the virtues existed...