The First Headmaster

Blueberry Yoghurt Academy is in blue, purple colors

Front Gardens:

Leading from the shore of the river to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy's main gates is a stone path routed around a garden of neatly maintained, cubic hedges.

Library:

The institute appears to boast an impressive library. Its walls are lined with oil lamps and stained glass windows, as well as gold-edged banners depicting the Academy's crest.

Laboratory:

The Academy's laboratory contains numerous flasks and all sorts of dangerous substances and chemicals for its students to experiment with.

Gymnasium:

The Academy's gymnasium appears to be more focused on tactical thinking than physical strength. In the center of the floor lies a checkered board adorned with large chess-like pieces. The walls are made out of stained glass and are again hung with banners with the Academy's crest.

Hall of Enlightenment:

a long path from the gymnasium.

The First Headmaster Appearance: In his right hand, he carries a black staff crowned with violet-blue flames. The ornate head of the staff curves into a graceful crescent around the fire, engraved with intricate patterns. Just below the flames is a violet bow, its center decorated with another golden six-pointed star.

Usually he floats above the ground. often he wears a soft lavanda round mask, with one closed dark blue eye on it, that covers his whole face.

He does not have a glasses nor spectacles

The First Headmaster Appearance: He has pale, light lavender dough. His eyes are a soft cyan with white pupils, giving them a gentle, almost ethereal glow. The eyelashes of his left eye are black, while those of his right are white. A claw-like marking, only slightly darker than his dough, stretches beneath and above his left eye. his expression remains warm and inviting, his eyes carrying a calm, friendly kindness.

His long hair shimmers in gradients of pale blue, soft violet, and cyan, threaded with delicate white strands and tiny glowing stars nestled among the locks. Most of it is gathered into a thick braid that rests over his shoulder, while his soft bangs frame his face, one elegant curl sweeping upward beside his right eye.

He wears an elegant layered academy robe. The inner layer is white and gently fitted to his body, splitting into two near his legs to reveal black fabric beneath. Around his wrists, the sleeves widen into bishop sleeves decorated with delicate sky-blue patterns before ending in voluminous cuffs, leaving his hands bare.

Resting over his shoulders is a large, soft lavender collar adorned with wafer-like patterns. Its lower edge ends in sharp, pointed tips outlined in white, while fluffy white fur peeks out from the top, dotted with small blueberries. At the center of the collar rests a golden six-pointed star-shaped brooch set with the Soul Jam of Knowledge.

Flowing from beneath the collar are long violet ribbons that reach almost to his feet, each finished with a lavender trim. Draped over his back is a magnificent cloak in deep cosmic shades of dark blue. Its hem is lined with a pale blue border decorated with elegant golden swirls, from which hang small golden four-pointed stars. From the back of beneath the collar, on the cloak, trails another long violet sash, ending in a sharp point trimmed in lavender and adorned with an eye motif at its center.

Inquisitive, patient, philosophical, calm and reasonable, wise, gentle.
But deep down, he's obsessed with the question of where the Witches have disappeared to, where they are, and finding them. At first, this question was a wound for him, and now it's become an obsession, but he doesn't show it to anyone and usually just falls silent when asked.

‘Why did they leave me here, among Cookies who cannot digest Knowledge as I do?’

‘At times, the forbidden is not a wall, but an open door.’

‘Ah, brilliance... The most dangerous of keys.’

‘What an excellent question!’

‘Lessons can be skipped. But not the thought.’

‘Do you seek to break the rules or to comprehend them?’

‘What would your query be today?’

‘The absence of the answer is merely the beginning.’

‘Do you seek an answer or an understanding?’

‘An epiphany is akin to the rebirth or a soul.’

‘The teacher's role is to point the way, not the destination.’

‘The Creators... My research will lead me to them.’

‘The Knowledge must never cease.’

‘Time weathers many things.’

‘Careful–old and dusty questions will make you cough.’

‘The Witches' traces are numerous, and yet they're nowhere to be found...’

‘There's a fine line between the strange and the special.’

‘A question is the first step towards Knowledge.’

‘Some questions ask for two minds. Alas...’

‘The flow of time cannot be stopped... Will I find my answer?’

‘Ask! Read! Keep searching!’

‘Knowledge is not meant to be hoarded. It belongs to all.’

‘A question can be both a warm light and a fire that consumes.’

‘Loathe not the rules. Revere them not, either.’

‘Haste only makes one lose their path.’

‘An impatient scholar finds nothing but tempest.’

‘Shall we dust off an age-old question?’

‘Embrace your fears–this is the first answer.’

‘A mere question can be sharper than any blade.’

‘Milk is the mirror of memory.’

‘Decide swiftly, but judge fairly.’

‘Shall we move on to the next chapter?’

‘Never stop asking questions!’

‘It's dangerous to keep all Knowledge in the hands of a few.’

‘I will share my Knowledge with all.’

‘What must I do to help everyone understand...?’

‘Perhaps, I should establish a magic academy!’

‘A place where all scholars converge!’

‘Some Cookies seek only the comfort of sweet falsehood, yearning to live forever in a safe and happy illusion…’

As time went on, Fount of Knowledge grew increasingly tired, and then the Cookies, who didn't like his words, truths, gathered and attacked him, with the idea of ​​executing the 'liar.', 'monster.', 'beast.' He didn't even resist out of shock; they executed(beheaded) him, but they didn't take into account his immortality, so the Fount of Knowledge ended up simply very depressed. Fount hid on Crispia, another continent, and founded his own magic academy there, Blueberry Yogurt Academy. Now, with other scholars, he teaches little Cookies history, magic, potion-making, and so on, and continues his research.
He denies being the Fount of Knowledge, now calling himself simply the First Headmaster.

When a Cookie dies, their soul does not simply disappear. Instead, a gateway to another dimension—Tartrus—opens, and the soul is drawn into it.

Tartrus is a mesmerizing, silent, and deeply unsettling realm. Its sky fades from a rich crimson overhead into a gentle orange glow along the horizon. The ground is covered in lifeless white sands, broken only by the River of Oblivion. From the sands rise shattered white columns suspended in midair, along with the ruins of buildings, broken bridges, ancient crosses, and countless stairways stretching endlessly toward the sky. A warm white mist blankets the lower reaches of the realm, while luminous blue vines weave across the heavens above.

This dimension is ruled by Nether Queen Cookie, the Queen of Oblivion, the one who keeps Tartrus from overflowing, and its eternal guardian. She gathers the remaining life energy from souls that have completely forgotten who they once were and returns that energy to the Cycle of Life, allowing it to flow back into the world of the living.

Very few know that Tartrus even exists. However, the First Headmaster uncovered its existence through years of research and documented everything he learned within the records kept in his private study.

It is also possible for a living Cookie to open a passage into Tartrus. To do so, a precise ritual must be performed: orange flowers must be arranged around a coffin, candles must be lit, (to increase the chance that it will work) – the participant must bring themselves to the very edge of death, deceiving the realm into believing their soul has already crossed over. The greatest danger lies in remaining conscious throughout the ritual. Should the participant lose consciousness, the deception will fail—and their death will become permanent. If a participant gets into this dimension, they have exactly three days before the dimension closes, if they are there at that time, they will remain there.

Magic can be channeled as a method of extending one's abilities and as tools assisting in combat, medicine, art, and technology. This is most visible in Cookies, though the magic arts are available by default to any dessert creature and can seemingly be practiced by any being at all. Though the sub-categorizations of magic types on Earthbread and beyond are innumerable, four main arcane arts exist. Specific, less broadly-performed magic types are derived from these.

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Baking Magic: pinnacle of Witchcraft and one of the greatest forms of magical practice to grace the world. This is the form of magic wielded by the Witches and Wizards to bake living desserts. Baking Magic is described as a forbidden mystical art, and one of power indescribable. Spells and rituals under this practice include the baking of living desserts, such as Cookies, and the ritual to bind fallen desserts. The energy drawn upon by Baking Magic is unclear, though it likely draws from Dark Moon Magic usually. When wielded by the First Witches, thanks to their likely Nature-blessed powers, it was likely drawn from Nature Magic.

White Magic: A school of magic that draws its power from celestial bodies emanating light, such as the full moon. White Magic is often associated with healing powers, but adepts of this school can effectively attack their foes and protect themselves using the light itself. This magic is considered cold and pristine, and its energy is of the colors white, cyan, or light yellow.

Dark Moon Magic: A school of magic that depends on the light of the crescent moon. As the crescent is imminent to become the full moon and back, White and Dark Moon Magic share an inseparable bond. An adept of this school must show extreme caution when dealing with its treacherous energy as its source lies on the dark side of the moon. Dark Moon Magic is most potent during the crescent phases, but requires the highest price of the user in return, Like White Magic, this magic is cold and usually associated with the colors dark blue and purple. Dark Moon Magic draws its power from and allows access to the Dark Side of the Moon, an area whose name is both literal in that it is the posterior face of the moon and figurative in that it is a infinite, void-like, and mysterious "other-realm."

Black Magic: Unlike other schools of magic that rely on the moon and celestial bodies, this magic draws upon the cosmic void. Black Magic is a diametrical opposite of White Magic. Its adepts often twist and warp the energies of other magic schools to gain truly dangerous powers. Such abilities include mind control, hexes, or means to manipulate the very principles of nature.

Nature Magic: This elemental magic is used by nature's spirits, fairies, and beasts. Peaceful entities usually call to the elements of Grass, Water, and Wind for protection, while destructive beings can wield the powers of Fire or Earth.

Sugar Swan Cookie: Sugar Swan Cookie is the apotheosis of the entire world, the swan who created all life. The Sugar Swan is worshipped upon by many from the Dessert Paradise—whom which celebrate her timely arrival to the flying sanctuary—for her saintly act of bringing the world into creation and having enkindled the cycle of life.

On EarthBread there’s also - The Guardians of Nature, often referred to as the Elemental Cookies, are beings which embody the world and preserve Nature’s principles. While there are only seven true Guardians, there are lesser Elementals which work under the Guardians, including Sherbet Cookie. According to Millennial Tree Cookie, the Guardians of Nature exist everywhere and nowhere. - Moonlight Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Sherbet Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Stormbringer Cookie, Millennial Tree Cookie.

Salt of Solidarity: Appearance: He wears a dark gray helmet (he never takes it off) featuring one prominent fin in the center and two smaller side fins, along with a grayish-cyan fleur-de-lis symbol on top. The top section of the helmet has multiple holes resembling a salt shaker. Dark teal feathers adorn the sides, and a white, ever-flowing translucent plume—with a smoky, grainy silver center—cascades down his back like a ponytail. A bevor-like attachment is secured to his helmet, covering most of his face and obscuring his dough and eye color. He wears a pure black under-suit with a white chestplate and a longer, white surcoat (split into three sections) that extends below his black belt. His pauldrons are dark gray and blend into his gorget. Resting on his white chestplate is the Soul Jam of Solidarity, which takes the shape of a white fleur-de-lis with turquoise hints and two silver lightning-bolt attachments on its sides. Personality: he is a heroic, self-sacrificing emissary who prioritized the well-being of others. Unlike other rulers, he integrated himself with the downtrodden and operated on a "first among equals" philosophy. He fiercely loved his friends and knights (the Knights of Kala Namak), famously prioritizing the safety of children, the elderly, and the ill during conflicts. He deeply felt the burden of protecting a chaotic world after the creators (the Witches) disappeared.

Bringer of Happiness: Personality: She possessed a highly maternal, loving disposition, offering sweet nothings and a comforting presence. Her voice acted as a lullaby and her gestures were full of ethereal grace. She saw the fragile nature of mortals and originally aimed to wash away infinite suffering by granting them boundless love and joy. Appearance: misty pinks, lavender, and grey, she has big white wings. Her colors represent a gentler, serene aesthetic. Her eyes are soft and downturned with white slit pupils, conveying a gentle and inviting look. She exudes a debonair and tranquil posture, radiating a sense of idealized, calming happiness.

Herald of Change: majestic, multi-armed guardian adorned in divine, fiery garb who helped shape early civilizations. Personality: Hailed as a legendary hero, he fought countless battles to safeguard the faint light of civilization against the encroaching gloom. He was initially viewed as a stabilizing, protective force. Because his immortality contrasted sharply with the brief, fleeting lives of mortal cookies, he struggled to form deep, meaningful connections. This fundamental detachment made it easy for him to look at mortal struggles from a distance. Appearance: He retains a towering, muscular build. Six arms, His middle arms are crossed over his chest, symbolizing self-restraint, while his top and bottom arms hold divine weapons. Behind him lies a blazing circular arch of flames called a prabhāmaṇḍala, representing the eternal cosmic cycle of creation and preservation. a silken, saffron-yellow dhoti and divine pale gold jewelry.

Fount of Knowledge: He was created by the Witches to be a well of wisdom, selflessly teaching the pure truths of the universe to all cookies. Personality: Extremely Intelligent & Wise, Patient & Kind, Eager Teacher/Mentor, Truthful & Honest, Sensitive & Emotionally Fragile, but can be quite witty. Tired of the repetitive and dumb questions of ignorant Cookies.
He was created with too much milk and because of this, his dough is weak - he doesn’t say this to everyone. but he has his realm, The Dark Side of the Moon, and magic

Saint of Volition: kind and benevolent Cookie of volition who diligently granted the wishes of all those who sought her. appears as a highly symmetrical, saintly figure. She features elegant robes, floating ornaments, and an aura of fearlessness and tranquility.
Appearance: She is a kind, perfectly symmetrical figure who typically maintains the abhayamudra hand gesture (a symbol of protection, assurance, and fearlessness). She wears ornate, beige and white layered robes that flow gracefully. She also wears a golden necklace featuring three diamond shapes at the front. the Flour of Volition possesses a pibo (a floating fabric/riband) that hovers entirely behind her head and hair, fully levitating in the air and acting as a radiant halo. Her hair is held up in a bun securely, though in some of her earliest past depictions, it was shown flowing freely down to the ground.

Earthbread - is the plaсе on which this takes place. It is home to the Cookies along with a myriad of various other species of sweets-based wildlife.
Very little is known about the entirety of Earthbread's history and evolution. There is five continents on EarthBread: Crispia, Candystick Archipelago, Wholegrainia, Sugarberg and Beast-Yeast. Witches created EarthBread and all Cookies.

History: The Witches created five Soul Jams (Soul Jams has its personalities and can speak with its owners, other Soul Jams) (Soul Jam of Knowledge(with the Light of Knowledge/Truth and Deceit), Soul Jam of Change(with the Light of Change/Abundance and Destruction), Soul Jam of Volition(with the Light of Volition/Apathy and Resolution), Soul Jam of Happiness(with the Light of Happiness/Sloth and Passion) and Soul Jam of Solidarity(with the Light of Solidarity/Freedom and Silence)) and with them five Virtues/Divine Emissaries: Fount/Milk of Knowledge - holder of the Soul Jam of Knowledge, Herald/Spice of Change - holder of the Soul Jam of Change, Saint/Flour of Volition - holder of the Soul Jam of Volition, Bringer/Sugar of Happiness - holder of the Soul Jam of Happiness, Salt/Commander of Solidarity - holder of the Soul Jam of Solidarity.

The Virtues have their own territory on Beast-Yeast: the Fount of Knowledge has the Spire of All Knowledge, the Herald of Change has the Land of Spices, the Saint of Volition has the Flour Mountains and the Ivory Pagoda, the Bringer of Happiness has the Garden of Delights, and the Salt of Solidarity has the Land of Solidarity. On Beast-Yeast there’s also Faeriewood, where Faerie Kingdom, Faerie Library, Silver Mountain and River of First Silver is.

Witches are also called Godly Creators by cookies.
Cookies have jam instead of blood, and dough instead of flesh/skin