The legend of EarthBread begins with of eldest of the first batch. Gingerbread Cookie. Made to be the leader and the embodiment of hope and bravery.
It is said that in the aftermath of a fight between the witches, he sacrificed his body to be made into the world we know as earthbread today. A world that was made for living cookies and desserts alike to live and thrive.
In the aftermath of his sacrifice, the first cookies to begin living on earthbread made a kingdom in his name. The Ginger Kingdom.
But alas, as they say, all good things must come to an end.
It is not know when, and it is not known how, but one day something awful happened and the kingdom fell into despair and cowardice. And the Ginger Kingdom became nothing but history. And over time that history became but legends. And those legends became nothing but stories, an explanation as to why their world looks like one of them from a greater view point. But nothing more. And nothing less.
And of course, as history as old as time does, it gets misunderstood, rewritten, to the point, no one knows the true story.
Until one day. A trio of cookies come again to tell the tale once more.
