Hello, dear Candyfans!
Let me introduce to you my first fanfic, it isn’t a long and twisted story but
just a short ministory about two so favorite characters. I don’t even dare call
the parts of the fic “chapters”, I divided the fic into three parts because the
composition is like this. Unfortunately I’m only a learner in English, I have no
beta reader and mistakes can be frequent visitors here, but I really did my best
working on this story now matter how short it is going to be. I want to say
something that I just can’t neglect. Though I had planned this story long ago
and started my work last month (I’m very slow I know), I felt a real urge to
write the story till the end only after receiving shocking news that shook my
whole being. Maybe I’m taking things too much to heart, time will show it, but
now I feel that I have to do something for those who are so dear to me. That is
why first of all this fanfic is dedicated to my two precious online friends that
I found thanks to “Candy Candy”.
rattle of train wheels, tiny villages, woods and fields flashing by, the feeling
of nervous expectation and awakening impatience – everything seemed to confirm
that he was finally nearing the welcome moment when his dream would come true.
He could barely sit on his place, his look swiftly moved from his watch to the
window and back to his watch, passing this track over and over again. Every two
minutes he stood up and leaned his head close to the window pane and peered
forward trying to go ahead the train with his gaze. He knew that only a couple
of minutes, no, just a few seconds more and the place that was the key to his
dream would appear on the horizon. The train from New-York was approaching
Chicago. Terence Graham Grandchester was finally going to make his dream come
Opposite him Eleanor Baker watched her son’s abrupt movements with the corner of her eye, smiling inwardly. She was pretending no to notice Terry’s agitation and seemed to be reading the script of a new play she was going to participate in, but being a loving mother she couldn’t help sharing her son’s excitement. Moreover at this very moment Terry, who had been so reserved for a certain period of his life, represented quite an interesting sight.
A voice from the loud-speaker solemnly announced that in ten minutes the train was arriving in Chicago and Terry jumped up from his seat and was about to pick up his suitcase – it had already been taken off from the shelf by Terry an hour ago – when his mother reached for his hand and invited him to resume his seat with a slight gesture.
“Calm down, Terry. I’ll bet you were carried away by your emotions and missed the “in ten minutes” part of the announcement”.
“As usual you’re right, mum. But I can’t put up with the idea of spending my time doing nothing but staring out of the window stupidly and waiting”.
“… and doing clockwatching”, Eleanor Baker put away the script and looked up. “Honey, I understand now that all your ways are clear you can’t sit on your hands. Just try to take things a little bit slowlier. There are only several minutes. Not months, not years, Terry!”
“Yes, not years…”
How many years has it actually been? Six? Seven? A round dozen maybe? They appeared like a hundred to him, though he was perfectly aware of the number of years, month and days he had been deprived of her. Three years and a half had lasted his personal hell, three years and a half he needed to find the courage to take control of his destiny. The events of the last two days seemed to be so far away now.
“What exactly are you going to do now,
Terry?” Eleanor’s question brought Terry back to reality.
“I’m going to visit the clinic where she worked during my last visit in Chicago. After that if I don’t meet her or learn where she is, I’ll go to the flat to where I used to write letters. I’ll go to the Pony Hill, the Andrew’s mansion, to the ends of the earth after all! Wherever she is I’ll find her. I’ll find my Lady Freckles and take her back”.
The fervent answer pleased the young man’s mother to no end. Her son was back. Once again he was back thanks to the freckled lively girl, who was none other than the savior of her family. Eleanor Baker secretly wished she could accompany Terry and with her own eyes witness his son’s reunion with the love of his life. However it was impossible. No, not only because she was in Chicago on business and had to perform today, but from considerations that two young human beings in love would need some privacy after being separated for several years.
It was natural that one part of her, the most motherish one, didn’t want to let him go alone and was afraid that her child could make a mistake, stumble somewhere, need her advice… No, Terry wasn’t a child any more. Eleanor Baker saw a man ready to overcome every obstacle on his way and challenge the destiny. Yet talking about obstacles…
“What’s up, mum? Are we getting off or what? I understand that you don’t have to hurry anywhere but I beg you, have sympathy with me!”
“I’m sorry honey. You’re right, we have more important things to do. Let’s go.”
While getting off Terry could tell for sure he was carried by some intangible force as if the emotions that overwhelmed him burst forth, interflowed and materialized into wings.
“Wings huh? How trivial!” Terry gave a half smile. “Is it what they call the Wings of Love? I guess I can do nothing but agree with it.”