A soft humming sound could be heard from Wheat Flour Cookie as she stared at the night sky, the moon shining brightly along with the stars gleaming, as she held a cup in her hands which contained green tea, whilst the wave from the ocean gently rocked against the ship and the cool breeze pushing past her; her hair blowing ever so gently against the wind.
Wheat Flour knew she should be resting, especially considering how much they have traveled and needed to travel, however the prophet found herself struggling to do so as she was reflecting on the past few days and everything that has happened…
It felt like a dream... A dream that did come true...
Her soul being pieced back together and she was able to find her resolution once more thanks to her successor whom decided to give a helping hand and help her to walk back on the right path despite having every reason to not to, especially after what she did to him and how she wanted to tear him apart.
And her beast self finally letting them reunite with each other and be fully whole once more after facing the reality and letting the pain of the betrayal and grief in the ancient past pour out of them.
... How long has it been since she felt... Full and not empty..? Whenever it be completely empty as the beast or half empty when as the broken powerless soul that wanted to stop the beast.
The prophet couldn't remember but it didn't matter now... She was whole and she will keep it that way until the end of time.
Regardless, she also desperately wanted to see the night sky after being unable to see for a very long time and appreciate the beauty of it after not caring for it whilst she roamed the land as the Beast of Apathy.
A heavy sigh left her as the emotions stirred inside of her before she tilted her head back slightly when she heard heavy footsteps behind her; a warm smile forming on her face when she saw who it was.
The king and her successor…
The Hero of Resolution.
There was a moment of silence between them before the prophet finally spoke; breaking the silence. Her eyes closing for a brief moment before opening.
“Shouldn’t you be resting, Dark Cacao Cookie?” Wheat Flour hummed softly; her hands still wrapped around the cup she was holding.