And the Halls Echo with Your Silence || A Cookie Run Kingdom Fanfiction

2- Dark Choco

TW- If you know what happens in Cookies of Darkness Episode 4, you know
   Spoilers- Cookies of Darkness Episodes lore, Episode 4

The gusts of wind blew through the open window of Dark Choco Cookie's chamber. He was used to the chill. It was always there in the Dark Lord's Castle, and he was accustomed still before. When he wasn't trapped behind the walls of the fortress and the ones around his mind. When he wasn't bound to his fate. When he...

    When he still was Prince Dark Choco Cookie. When he was the son of King Dark Cacao Cookie.

    Now, King Dark Cacao Cookie was dead.

    Because of the path he had chosen. He has chosen to murder him. He had chosen to run in cowardice instead of helping his father. Choices, choices, choices.

    All choices.

    But, after then and now, he had no more freedom of choices. Choices were made for him, by destiny. No longer a prince in shining armor the kingdom could love and treasure like the hero he wanted to be, now he was simply a puppet of the Darkness.

    But... he deserved it. This was his punishment. His punishment for his crimes, his cowardice, his deceit. All he wanted was to be a hero..

    But a hero would never be a murderer. A hero could never be a murderer. A hero should never be a murderer.

    A hero could never be Dark Choco.

    All of this was his fault. This was his punishment.

Frowning, Dark Choco ignored the gale. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, deep in thought. Oh, how he had changed over the years. How he had changed.

Although as a prince it wasn't uncommon to have a few sleepless nights, it was nothing compared to him now, not because of work, but because of thoughts that swarmed him, keeping his mind and body awake, no matter how tightly he shut his eyes.

    Deep violet shadows fell underneath his eyelids, and the dim light long always made his hair tint red at the end. Right after... fleeing... he had used his new sword to cut his long, sleek hair short. It was still glossy and smooth, with bright white streaks dramatically contrasted with his dark appearance.

    His eyes-or eye- had a certain glow to them in the darkness. Over his left eye, he had an pale scar that seemed like it would never fully heal. Sometimes, it would still burn.

    Heavy shoulder pads designed like the sword that owned him weighed him down, though not nearly as much as his memories. A thick dark brown cape draped from it, often swishing in front of his set of armor, made from the blackest, darkest chocolate in the Witch's pantry.

    How much he had changed. He could hardly even recognize himself anymore.. he certainly would not have if his past self from when he was still on top of the world had been asked to.

    "Dark Choco Cookie. Your presence is required."

    Immediately, Dark Choco stiffened; he tended to tense every time he heard someone else's voice, and he especially did when she called his name. Pomegranate scoffed softly and made no effort to hide the slight pleasure she got from watching Choco scared.

    He sat in silence, trying his best to ignore her, attempting to look away from his mirror before her reflection in the doorway could connect her eyes with his. But he was too late.

    Pomegranate Cookie locked in eye contact, therefore making it impossible to pretend she didn't exist. The sight of her almost made him feel sick. She hated him, perhaps as much, even more than he hated himself, somehow.