High school's Essays Reminiscences #1. Chocolate?

To those who knows about our little essay rendezvous during our final high school year, here are some recollection of it that I've found. The first one I've decided to post is 'Chocolate'. I made this story purely based on the anime, 'Kyou Kara Maou' or better known as 'God save Our King'. And oh, please ignore any of grammatical errors or mistake done since I'm not really sure if I had this one checked yet. 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Done. :p

CHOCOLATE. 

Gwendal, Wolfram, Conrad, Yuri, Gwendal.

     Chocolate. What a very delightful moment for each bite taken that melts in our mouth.

Chocolate. The hair colour of someone I detested most.

Chocolate. The colour of his eyes.

Well, those were my definition about a word that spelled “chocolate”. For some reasons, it reminded me of someone, the person that I despised and loathed for maybe my entire life. I, as one of the Brigantes’ tribe took pride of being a part of our clan. We after all were the noblest descendant of human being in my opinion, comparing to those dorky Gael’s tribe.

Years ago, after my father’s death, my mother who was also the eighteenth Brigantes’ Queen has declared to marry another man. I did not object her decision but what I dislike most was that she was going to marry a filthy-blooded man, a Gael’s chap. He was Dunheely Weller. I remembered I was still around twelve at the time of their marriage. So, I guessed there was nothing I could do to stop the scheme.

Their marriage has bestowed them a son. He was given the name Conrart Weller. His looks resembled that man a lot. From his chestnut coloured hair to his pale chocolate eyes, it was as if he was a clone of that Dunheely himself. He did not even posses Mother’s blond hair or mine dark one or our emerald eyes. Nevertheless, he is still my half-brother and I could not care less about that.

Months later, I learned that Dunheely has left us without any departing words or something. Being furious, I yelled madly at my mother across the dining table, “What does this mean?! Why did he leave you?! Tell me the reason, Mother!” But, instead of getting an appropriate answer, all I got was just a mere sombre smile and a few simple words, “I knew why he left us Gwendal. Trust me, I honestly knew it.” “But, he’s completely abandoned us! Even his own son there!” I continued to shout, completely ignoring Mother’s bewildered look.

Several years passed and Conrart was ten years old while I had became one sturdy lad. Mother had yet married another man that I could proudly announce as my step-father. He came from a very distinguish family in the Brigantes’s tribe that is the Bielefelt. Both Conrart and I received a new little brother with the name, Wolfram von Bielefelt. I welcomed our new family member light-heartedly and was pleased to see his bright blond hair and lime green eyes that were so like Mother’s.

One fine autumn evening, while we were having a nice tea in the castle’s charming garden without Conrart along, the three years old Wolfram asked Mother, “Mother, where was little big brother gone to?”

“Who knows? Maybe he was out there, having a nice little adventure with that man?” answered Mother, grinning at me.

“Bah- like I care what they’re doing...” I grunted, a smirk etched on my face.

Seconds later, both Mother and I were taken aback with Wolfram’s sudden screech of surprise, “Oh, look! There’s little big brother! No way…he’s with that man! Er- he’s little big brother father right?” Mother was totally in astonishment upon seeing Dunheely’s face. Well, that was the first time he ever returns here after almost twenty years though we did received loads of letters from him. Despite staying here in the comfy of the castle along with our family, he just said, “Please, forgive me Celli. But I just came here to request a man to an adventure with me.” He obviously wanted me to go with him but honestly, why would I care about that?

He asked me, “Gwendal, have you ever heard about the ‘No Name Village’?”

          “Heh, is it the village fulls of those people of yours?”

          “Well, not quite but I guess you can say it that way.”

          “Anyway, I still don’t see what that’s got to do with me.”

          “I thought that you’re fancy to settle everything with me? Why don’t we just go and settled what’s undone there? How d’you like that?”

          Seemed like it a waste if I refuse to go with him after listening to his stunning offer, I decided to tag along. We travelled together through the harsh winter in the hope to reach the so-called ‘No Name Village’ in no time. However, amidst the journey, Dunheely has suggested to take a nice break under the cool shade of a willow tree.

          “Hey, Gwendal, wanna know something? It’s really nothing but I thought you should know. That village was actually foundered by me, along with other villagers of course,” uttered Dunheely, breaking the drowsy silence of the icy cold night.

          “So, what makes you think I care about it?” I answered; mind racing trying to penetrate the reason he told me all that rubbish.

          “Well, I thought that maybe you can make it a part of the Great Brigantes Kingdom for I feared that bandits will ruled the village later.”

          “In your dreams, maybe. Honestly, why in the world should I do that?”

          “Gwendal, tell you what, I just came here so that I can talk to you.”

          “Wha-?”

“All this years, I’ve been searching the reason for me to live. How to prove my existent in this world. Maybe, my name indeed would be remembered by those grateful villagers but still, I’m not contending with that. And then, I was suddenly struck with an answer. You hate me right, Gwendal?” Dunheely continued to mumble as I could feel that his voice was getting more and more weaker, “Well, to be hated by someone as distinguish and as noble as you would probably make me exists in this world, always.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m glad that I’m meeting you today, at this moment, Gwendal. I truly am. Now, if you don’t mind, allow me to take a rest for a while,” that were his final sentences before falling into a deep nap, leaving me, awestruck. After sometimes that seemed about a minute or two, I realized that he really fell into a very, very deep sleep. A sleep that he would never woke up again. Bits of snowflakes starting to drop, pieces by pieces, creating a gloomy atmosphere as if they knew what happened. And, I was left alone there, under a big shady willow tree, with a man I hated whom I knew he would never come back again.

“Wow! I never knew such place existed in the Great Brigantes Kingdom! It’s extremely magnificent!” shouts King Yuri, the twentieth Brigantes’ King in amazement. We are all outside, in the middle of the field that is fulls of blooming flowers and various crops, having a scrumptious picnic.

“Here, Your Majesty! Have a sandwich! I made it myself, with the help of the cooks of course!” declares the blond haired Lady Celli as everyone breaks into gales of laughter.

“Oh, yeah! Great! Thanks, Lady Celli. But, wait a sec…where’ve Gwendal gone to?” Yuri continues, his eyes searching for a man figure, a man with dark hair. “Ah, there he is! What he’s doing under that tree? You lot just wait here. I’ll go after him and ask him to join us.”

“No, wait, Your Highness. I think that it’s better to leave him alone for a while. I’m sure he’ll come by soon, right Mother?” says a handsome young man with brown hair like chestnut.

“Yes, I’m sure he will, Conrart dear,” answers Lady Celli with a contented smile and a total happiness reflected on her beauteous face.

“Honestly, Mother, you pampered him a lot. And you Yuri, stop being such a wimp! Care about yourself sometimes, would you?!” howls a blond boy with a pair of great lime-green eyes.

“Hey, it’s my choice okay? And stop calling me that, Wolfram!” Yuri screams back, ending the chit-chatting with a merry laugh from the whole crowd.

         

And, there I am, the majestic Gwendal von Voltaire, noble Bringantes’ blood flowing in my veins, standing in front of a big shady willow tree in the middle of the hill’s little summit. My eyes are gazing intently upon the neatly carved words on the rough willow’s trunk that reads:

‘HERE LIES LORD DUNHEELY WELLER, PROBABLY THE BRAVEST MAN EVER EXISTS’

          Indeed, he was a gallant man up to the very end of his life. He put up all his guts and strength to ward off his foes in order to protect things he treasured most. I had learned that he had fought in numerous battles before he managed to set up that ‘No Name Village’, that now was declared as a part of the Great Brigantes Kingdom under the rule of an aristocrat family, Voltaire. Honestly, how dim-witted he has to be before he left the world for good? Yes, I hate him. I truly despise him. Still, he is one of the most important people in my life. He is the man that I shall pursue always, and yet never surpass. I could never possibly forget all that chocolate things about him.

~FIN~