The book
"One would have thought, a time of peace had been found…" Conrart read with his best story telling voice, "but skirmishes started coming here and there… Chrystel Von Wincott, however, often manages told hold them back along with his brother… they would swoop in out of nowhere but one day something–"
"Conrart Lawrence Weller and Wolfram Eli Rufus Von Bielefeld," said a stern voice. Conrart quickly put the book down and pulled and innocent face along with Wolfram. They looked towards the door of the bedroom where their exasperated eldest brother was frowning at them, "I thought you both were asleep an hour ago."
"Gwen, I was just getting to the best part," Conrart whined.
"Please?" Wittle Wolfram pouted.
Gwendal rolled his eyes when he saw two boys staring up at with starry puppy dog eyes. He forced back a blush and said, "Oh, can those eyes get any bigger?" He sighed and sat on the bed then murmuring, "Scooch over."
Conrart continued to read. "—but one day people saw something unusual. They saw Chrystel dancing upon the surface of the water as if he was creating seals the water moved with his dancing it surrounded him, became faster and faster until he vanished amid the swirls." Conrart stopped then for effect.
"Ooh…!" all three murmured.
"Ever since then," Conrart continued. "Chrystel was never found… but some rumours mention that he and his descendants still survive even today in another world called…"
"The Earth!" he, Wolfram, and Gwendal chorused. Conrart closed the book then and laid it on the bedside table.
"How do you think he did it, Aniiue?" Wolfram asked as he climbed the bedpost and jumped, "How he swooped in out of nowhere in battle!" Wolfram landed on the bed as Conrart disappeared under the covers. "And disappeared without a trace in that lake?" the older boy finished.
"I have no idea," Gwendal chuckled as he smiled sneakily and moved over. "I'm going to get you!" he called as he grabbed both his brothers by the waist and blew raspberries in their stomachs causing both little boys to laugh. Once his little miscreants calmed down, Gwendal plopped them back into bed.
"Okay, these two soldiers need to go to bed," he said then. Conrart and Wolfram scrambled into position waiting for their big brother to tuck them in.
"Do you think Earth is real?" Conrart asked as Wolfram yawned.
"Cub, Pup," said Gwendal doubtfully, "I'm sure it's just… a legend."
"But what if it is real?" Conrart asked, his brown eyes still big with wonder.
"Yeah, can we visit?" Wolfram persisted.
"Maybe," Gwendal shrugged, giving his brothers a quick peck on the head, "when all three of us are strong enough to protect each other." Wolfram yawned and snuggled close to Conrart, who eyes started drooping, as he wrapped his arms around the baby brother.
"Good night, guys," Gwendal called walking to the door.
"Good night Gwen," Conrart called while Wolfram said, "Good night, Aniiue."
Gwendal smiled fondly at them from the doorway, "I love you both."
"We love you too," Conrart and Wolfram chorused in whispers.
A/N: I just love writing wittle Conrad and Wolfram interacting with Gwendal; they are just soooo cute as kids. And the first scene on Treasure Planet is one of my favs.