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...Thank you, father...

*Dark Choco snuggles a little closer, finally feeling safe*

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

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*Dark Choco whimpers slightly as he just holds onto his father.*

...I missed you... I... I think I'm ready to come home, or at least I will be soon...

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

*Dark Choco curls closer with a slight sniffle, starting to cry.*

I... I wish I had never taken that sword, I'm so sorry-!

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

*Dark Choco tenses up for a moment, then cuddles into Cacao's arms, getting misty-eyed as well.*

Father... I missed you...

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

F...father...?

*Dark Choco was hesitant to even say the word, as if he were scared to be cast out and disowned again.*

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

*Dark Choco looked up at Dark Cacao, a little surprised at the order for the guards to release him. He... still didn't quite know what to say, or how to even address Dark Cacao after all that had happened.*

I...

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*Whispers had been spreading through the kingdom of a certain exiled prince being seen on the outskirts of small towns, no longer donning his old armor, nor was he wielding the cursed sword that had caused that mess.*

*Then, seemingly out of the blue, two guards brought that very same person into the throne room. It was indeed Dark Choco, who remained silent, unsure of what to do.*

*Dark Cacao was reading a scroll in his throne before looking down to see what the guards had brought before him. His eyes widened a bit as he set the scroll down and stood up.*

Unhand him. Immediately.

*Cacao said with urgency.*

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

*Dark Choco seems to relax, his hand moving away from his sword.*

Thank you. And... You're right, it's not. I've been traveling and trying to figure some things out. I don't know how I got here, though...

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*A somewhat lost-looking cookie with a missing eye looked around, trying to figure out where exactly he had ended up.*

-First Choco Cookie knew the moment a stranger set foot within her land. 'Fresh blood' as those around her would call it. The land wasn't the kindest per-say, however it was known code that the only place in which proper battle may occur was within the chocosseum, or they would face her wrath.

A young cookie, it seemed. At least in her terms, anyway. Scarred as well. It was a misfortune, how some could put the young in such danger. They are the ones you are meant to protect, not attack. Cookies like that were no warriors. They were simply spineless scum.

The First Cookie was silent as she came up behind the stranger, somewhat cautious herself. He didn't seem like much, but she was far too knowledgeable to underestimate anyone or anything. Regardless of one's appearance, they could pose a danger. Afterall, looks don't define skill.-

“State your name and business here.”

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*The younger cookie turned quickly, already in a defensive stance. He was tense, a hand on the hilt of his sword (a normal sword, not the cursed one, he had gotten rid of that months ago), but hadn't yet actually drawn it.*

My name is Dark Choco Cookie. I... I think I may be lost. This doesn't look like any place I know in Crispia...

(From @th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3 )

*A somewhat lost-looking cookie with a missing eye looked around, trying to figure out where exactly he had ended up.*

-First Choco Cookie knew the moment a stranger set foot within her land. 'Fresh blood' as those around her would call it. The land wasn't the kindest per-say, however it was known code that the only place in which proper battle may occur was within the chocosseum, or they would face her wrath.

A young cookie, it seemed. At least in her terms, anyway. Scarred as well. It was a misfortune, how some could put the young in such danger. They are the ones you are meant to protect, not attack. Cookies like that were no warriors. They were simply spineless scum.

The First Cookie was silent as she came up behind the stranger, somewhat cautious herself. He didn't seem like much, but she was far too knowledgeable to underestimate anyone or anything. Regardless of one's appearance, they could pose a danger. Afterall, looks don't define skill.-

“State your name and business here.”

[th3-r04m1ng-pr1nc3]

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