Mistake?

There he was, about about to wipe the slate clean of the hollyberry kingdom, looking on from above, on his beast. He stared down at the crowd of onlookers, seeing the many cookies frightened gazes. Children, adults, elderly- he simply doesn’t not care about their lives. They will all turn to crumbs, for he will reset this kingdom and mold it into his own, taking his rightful place on there throne. Just as he was always supposed to do. With a maniacal grin and villainous laugh, he raised his spear, prepared to point it towards the crowd of cookies in the square and command the beasts to tear it apart, sealing the fates of the unlucky Hollyberrians.

With a content look on his face, he looks at the crowd once more, savouring the terrified looks he’s being given. He starts to lower the tip his spear, but all he gets is a flinch of his arm before he stops.  His eyes narrow ever so slightly. The corners of his mouth twitch. The crazed look in his eyes soften, his smile beginning to falter. ‘That cookie…,’ he begins to think to himself, ‘They look…familiar. From where do I them…?’ At that moment Berry Monarch remembers something: a memory from before he was cast away. A happier time, one filled will laughter of him and his…

 “…Friend,” He whispers so no one can hear. Guilt overcomes him, the person he spent his happiest years with- forgetter years with, is looking up in disbelief and terror. Do they recognise him too?

Stumbling back on the top of his beast, he turns around, his cape fluttering in the wind behind him. He points his spear back in the way the large beasts and his once came. “Let us leave.”
And with that, the beasts make their way backwards to the land once forgotten. With confusion and guilt on his mind, contemplation is the best course for him. He spends the whole trip back sitting with his thoughts. Was this a mistake? Most likely, after all, they now know what he’s capable of and can perform a countermeasure when he returns. Should he return? He knows not anymore.

In his conflicted state, he failed to notice something. A cookie from the crowd yelling out his name, a name he no longer uses. A name once forgotten. They pushed through the crowd, sending people tumbling. Tears stream down their face in desperation as they ran as fast as they could after the giant but slow beasts. Berry Monarch cannot hear the cookie from the height of which he was in the air, so in a last ditch attempt, the desperate cookie hung onto one of the beasts, taking a ride back to wherever the retreating cookie has been all these years.