Pure Vanilla Cookie

Pure Vanilla sat in the silence of his study, lost in heavy thoughts. The air was filled with the scent of herbs and old books, and the warm glow of candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls. His eyes wandered over scattered papers, maps, and letters — he knew too much, and that knowledge weighed on him.

The beasts had awakened. Ancient forces had begun to stir, and each had already caused harm. Not always directly, but the signs were there — destruction, fear, chaos. If they weren’t stopped by some means, the world could soon collapse.

With a heavy sigh, he sank into his chair and stared at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts. He felt powerless, and that feeling gnawed at him from within.

A knock on the door suddenly pulled him back to reality.

— Hm? Come in, — he said quietly, without lifting his head.