[Book of Calamity]

[Chapter 1][Part. 1]

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[POV][Third Person]

     Fingerprint walked down the fondant pavers. His handcuffs clattering against his belt. His shoes creating clicking sounds as he walked. He pulled a pen out of the pocket of his button up shirt. Writing down things on his note pad. Fingerprint glanced at the academy then at his note pad again. " just.. another day. " two kids ran past him, it seemed like they were playing tag. The two kids ran into a bush. Then came back out of it with two more. The four of the cookies ran after Fingerprint, they started yelling "Fin is back! Fin is back!" Getting more attention from the children. The small cookies swarmed around him. "Someone get butterfly!" Another kid screamed. A tall cookie with moth looking wings walked up to him. Fingerprint was in the middle of trying at get the children to stop yelling when he was interrupted. "Not right now-" "Someone's an attention seeker" the moth person chuckled to himself. " Could you get these kids off of me I'm busy right now!" "Fine." The moth snapped their fingers and the kids ran over to him. Fingerprint mouthed thank you to butterfly and butterfly just nodded in response. Fingerprint ran for the entrance. He opened the doors to the academy. Making his way to the library where he had gotten the call from.

     Fingerprint stood there in shock. There was glass shattered on the ground, the chains were broken. "Fingerprint Sir. The Book of Calamity has been taken!" A cookie with their arm in a sling spoke out while walking towards him. "Sir English Coffee Cookie. I will find out who has taken the book." "We've gotten another person to help you with this." The cookie glanced at the door way "Speak of the devil" A tall person with Fraises des Bois and red strawberry horns walked in. There was a light pink book floating behind them. There cape trailing behind them as well. "Why did you have to choose him of all people?" "Do you want the help or not. I know where this book is and I'm not leaving until I get it. Clearly you commoners cannot be responsible with the book of calamity. Some wizards gossiped with each other. One spoke out and said "who are you?" The devil looking cookie glared at them 

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" Millie-Fuellie cookie. The holder of the book of life."