𝗕𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹: Cookies Of Darkness

[Prologue- P1]

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"Wake Up!"

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Guys we should let them rest, but should we welcome them to our warm hospitality?"

"I say we leave them! They could be robbers- plus they have no valuables anyway...-"

"No. I disagree. If they are villains, at least then we'll be able to gather information on them! And they seem badly injured,"

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"Huh...where am I?! Oh no!" the shivering figure gasped, awakening in a cold sweat. Surrounding them were two short figures, roughly around their height. One had an obnoxiously tall, navy wizard hat, whilst the other wore a pink raincoat covering most of their body. The feminine one leaned over and whispered into the wizard's ear, then rushed out of the room. 

"Jesus. Calm down...I have a raging headache right now and rather not deal with this-..."The Wizard mumbled, narrowing his crystal-blue eyes. The innocent figure fell silent, observing their surroundings. It was nothing familiar. As their shivering fingers wandered across the cotton bed beneath them, they froze at an unusual feeling. Weakly, they tried lifting their wounded arm -which barely lifted without immense pain- and scanned the yellowish-white cloth wrapped around their arm. Patches were soaked with crimson blood, whilst the rest was a pale yellow shade.

Suddenly, a taller person darted into the room, panting from exhaustion. He had mud scattered aimlessly up his torso. "H-hello! M-my name is...Gingerbrave. How about...y-you?" Gingerbrave barely managed to speak with his heavy breathing, flopping down onto a nearby stall. 

"[Y/N]..." they muttered, taking in a deep breath. They seemed harmless at least. Gingerbrave called out random names, which sounded like an utter blur in [Y/N]'s mind. Everyone living in the humble home stumbled inside, all cramped together. 

"Everyone, this is [Y/N]- they seem harmless and quite friendly!" he exclaimed, yet shushed himself when the Wizard shot him a glare from the other side of the room. An older person observed [Y/N] up and down, heavily sighing with a face of misery. This was probably the most attention they'd ever received. 

Gingerbrave perched on the side of the bed and grasped one of their hands in his. "If you're okay with me asking- why are you so damaged and wounded?" They anxiously chewed their lip as all the memories of their dark past flooded their mind...

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"[Y/N] Darling! Wake up please!" Her frantic voice...shaking her child in despair. The bitter smell of the burning smoke flooded their senses. All around them fire raged, including the dreadful sounds of bombs. "Please!" Her silky tears dripped onto her dearest child's face. Hazel was nowhere to be seen. 

At last, [Y/N] had awakened in a panic at their mother's distress. They both rushed out of the burning house, eyes widening in fear. Hazel motionlessly stood there in the window of the opposite house as the last person clambered down the wood. He shifted his gaze to his family, giving a subtle smile. "Hazel! Get down from there now!" Mother yelled, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. [Y/N] pressed themself against their mother's shivering body, burying their face in her pale ragged dress. 

As the blistering fire raised higher, [Y/N] knew what was happening. He was going to sacrifice himself. Before they could yell out for him, they felt a sharp kick in their waist and collapsed to the ground. Above them, was a shadowy figure with a sinister smirk. "Go to sleep..."He laughed manically, a purple cloak covering his ominous glowing eyes.

The world turned black, a hazy spinning whirl of black engulfing their senses...

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"I-I...I don't want to talk about it..." they muttered, holding back a floodgate of tears. Gingerbrave gave them a reassuring smile, telling the others to leave the room. It was silent and dark. The two worst things for a traumatized person. Nevertheless, they were lucky enough to have been found. Nobody would pick up a peasant- at least nobody they knew.

Slowly, he carefully shut the door and said goodbye, leaving with a reassuring smile. [Y/N] tiredly glanced over to the side table, staring blankly at the glass. Something was weird. Rather than having specks of mud and dirt, possibly animal manure, the water was crystal clear. It was mesmerizing to watch it elegantly away against the curved sides with a gentle tap. Grasping the glass, [Y/N] took a small sip and wiped the excess water off their mouth with their bandaged arm. 

Maybe they could be trusted with secrets... They don't seem like threats, yet,

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Thanks for reading! I decided the prologue would have an early release. However, this is only part 1 and part 2 may be released on my birthdate. Anyways have a good day/night readers- and thanks for 8.8k reads :D 

-DeeDee