Gretel had been on the floor crying for a while. She wished she hadn't grown so close to him. It was his fault. Why couldn't he have told the truth? Why did he have to use her as a redemption point? Was any of it real? The way he was so defensive against Adiscordia, now it made sense. He had too much to hide. Adiscordia was only trying to survive against the curse inside her. To prevent herself from being too hurt by her weaknesses she acted evil and powerful. Gretel grabbed the table edge and pulled herself up.
The counter was empty, she had a lot of work to do. She walked over to Hansel, Adiscordia must've put all of it towards him. It looked like his finger act had worked. Her throat swelled up again as she saw the boy glutting himself in a way he hadn't before. It was like the chocolate statue when they arrived. If he kept this up his scrawny state when he arrived wouldn't be able to compete for long. Was it the guilt? If he truly felt regret and guilt, then why hadn't he made things right by saving her people when he still could? Anger was beginning to fill her. Her parents were gone, her kingdom was gone, and now she was stuck here. She had no words for him. She didn't want him to exist right now. She wanted him gone out of her sight. She shut the window leaving him in darkness and to his own devices.
Breathing heavily, she grabbed a large chunk of meat and a butcher's knife as she lifted it and slashed at the meat. The knife hit the table board over and over as she released her anger. She didn't know what she would use it for, but she was supposed to be working in the kitchen. This was technically working in the kitchen.
The complete darkness and loud hits startled Hansel as he paused. She left him. He was alone. Opening the window wasn't too hard, the mechanism just needed a pin of sorts. What hurt was that he knew he deserved it. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks. What did he expect her response to be? If she teamed up with Adiscordia to kill him could he blame her? His heart fell, as he found it hard to breathe. He had taken her family, her home, her future, and her kingdom. At least Adiscordia gave a quicker death than five years of deceit. He would remain to protect her, even if she was against him. If he died in the process, it was deserved and long overdue. It just meant he'd be with Lucia again.
He thought for a moment. He was in the dark surrounded by sweets waiting for the day when he'd burn to death. Even if he did come up with a plan, Guinniverre wouldn't listen to him, not now. Why did he have to wait to see his mother and go back to better times? He wasn't giving up, he was being realistic. There wasn't much he could do trapped like this but eat, sleep, and choke on his guilt and self-hatred. Until this point, he had done nothing but fight against Adiscordia and her oven until Guinniverre would talk to him again. With no Guinniverre to fight for what was the point of staying in the right mindset. Maybe he should just enjoy what was left? He licked the chocolate icing around his lips, surrender tasted sweet and creamy. "Perdonami mamma..." He whispered before ignoring the utensils and grabbing two oversized fistfuls of cake sealing his fate. With suppressed memories rising that were far more favorable than the present it didn't take him long to forget. His cleverness was now asleep to let him enter a place of peace and rest that had been gone for years.
Heavy hits startled Adiscordia. She had been researching the wishing hearts, but all she could find was that when she returned Lucia would take a new identity completely, not remembering Hansel as her son. Yet she would still protect him when he needed it most. It made it difficult to understand. What was she supposed to expect? She threw off her robe unable to concentrate, running to where she assumed the door was. She ended up hitting her head with the edge, a stone pushing harder against her flesh. She winced, she wouldn't last much longer like this.
She walked in. "Verre! What on earth are you doing?" she growled before sensing the girl's rage. It was threatening her innocence.
"I'm cooking!" she yelled back. "That's what you told me to do!"
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FD: Birth of a Wishing Heart
Fantasia***This is the old version of Birth of a Wishing Heart. Please head to the newest version of the story, thank you. <3*** When Grizelda was a child she vowed she'd keep her sister from falling victim to the family's curse that came directly from t...
