Disclaimer: There is some violence in this chapter if you are sensitive you may skip it.
It is currently 4:30 am and Wellington is sitting by the river's edge. Staring at his reflection in the dark murky water he begins quietly crying to himself. His tears begin gently falling into the water like raindrops causing small ripples. Suddenly he hears a familiar and calm voice.
Victor Nyland: Why are you awake Englishman?
Wellington: I have a name...Stop calling me Englishman and use my name.
Victor Nyland: Fine Arthur. Now, why are you awake so early?
Wellington: Just couldn't sleep that's all.
Victor Nyland: It's very early. I know that your men are not awake this early. I know when they have their little wake up call.
Wellington: Why are you awake then?
Victor Nyland: I'm use to the darkness...The sun sets and rises at odd times where I come from. I'm use to many hours of darkness.
Wellington: I see...
Victor Nyland: You seem upset...Why is that?
Wellington: My brother General Henry Wellesley is here.
Victor Nyland: Why are you upset about that? Shouldn't you be happy to see your brother?
Wellington: Things didn't go well.
Victor Nyland: What happened?
Wellington: We fought yesterday. I think he hates me now.
Wellington starts crying even more and Victor Nyland calmly approaches him and sits down beside him. Wellington starts speaking in a tone full of sadness and guilt.
Wellington: I shouldn't have left him when he lost his wife.
Victor Nyland: Don't blame yourself it doesn't help.
Wellington: What else am I meant to do!? My brother hates me for something I couldn't help stop. I had to leave him because there was a war. I was doing my duty! But now I'm thinking that I shouldn't have left him...
Victor Nyland: Stop blaming yourself you silly Englishman.
Wellington: He's right I am a bastard...I left him when he needed me.
Victor Nyland: You are not a bastard. No one can stop a war from happening...Wars have been happening before you and I were even born.
Victor Nyland gently puts his hand on Wellington's shoulder. Wellington begins sobbing a lot. Victor Nyland starts speaking in a calm and comforting tone.
Victor Nyland: Calm yourself...deep breaths. Don't blame yourself...It's not your fault. Blaming yourself won't help.
A few minutes later Wellington has calmed down a little bit. But he is still crying and whimpering. Wellington starts speaking in an upset voice.
Wellington: I now have to punish him for what he did. But I don't want to...I still love him even if he hates me.
Victor Nyland: Why do you have to punish him?
Wellington: He started an illegal duel. He struck me and another superior officer. I don't want to punish him...
Victor Nyland: Is there a way where you don't have to punish him?
Wellington: No...If I don't punish him...It will hurt my authority and reputation...
Victor Nyland: I see...
Wellington: I don't want to punish him...Because it will possibly destroy our already fractured relationship...But I have to.
Victor Nyland: I understand that. I also suggest that you go back to bed. Crying doesn't help the situation.
Wellington: I can't sleep...
Victor Nyland: You need to sleep. If you don't sleep it will just make you feel worse.
Wellington: Fine...Your right.
Victor Nyland: If you need to see me again you know where to find me.
Wellington: Yes...
Wellington calmly gets up and begins walking back to the camp through the dark forest. A couple of hours later Wellington suddenly hears someone enter his tent.
He slowly opens his eyes and he notices Lord Uxbridge staring at him. Wellington starts speaking in a calm and slightly tired voice.
Wellington: Uxbridge why are you here?
Lord Uxbridge: Just wondering if you are alright sir.
Wellington: I'm fine Uxbridge I'm use to almost getting myself killed.
Lord Uxbridge: Do you want breakfast, sir?
Wellington: I'm not hungry...
Lord Uxbridge: So what punishment are you going to give your brother?
Wellington: I don't know Uxbridge I would prefer not to think about it. Speaking of him where is he? He wanted to speak to me last night.
Lord Uxbridge: The last time I saw him he was tearing up a letter and burning it in a fire.
Wellington: Is he still angry at me?
Lord Uxbridge: Possibly...
Wellington: I shall go see him as soon as I get ready. You may leave now Uxbridge.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes sir.
Lord Uxbridge calmly leaves the tent and Wellington groggily gets out of bed. Grabbing his coat and putting it on he then begins promptly doing up the buttons. Sitting down on the nearby seat Wellington then grabs his boots and puts them on and instantly ties the laces.
Exiting the tent Wellington begins calmly walking through the camp in search of his brother. He smells the familiar aromas of the camp such as burning wood and alcohol. Suddenly he hears someone complaining.
Lennox Fraser: Seriously Ben you burnt the bloody rabbit. How are you so awful at cooking!?
Benedict Fraser: Well, I didn't expect it to burn...
Lennox Fraser: Jesus Christ you are an idiot...
Benedict Fraser: Lennox!
Wellington stops and awkwardly stares.
*Wellington in thought*
These two always cause some sort of trouble even with their breakfast it seems.
Kind of reminds me of when my mother and father trusted me and Henry to cook breakfast...
We ended up burning the food...
Henry thought it was funny...I don't understand how almost burning down the house is funny.
He thought it was my fault and I thought it was his. But we were silly children.
Wellington then continues walking through the camp while Lennox and Benedict Fraser continue awkwardly complaining at each other. A couple of minutes later he hears a peaceful tune being played on a violin along with a cheerful voice.
Corey: Good Morning Sir.
Wellington: Good Morning Corey.
Corey: You looking for something?
Wellington: I'm looking for my brother Corey.
Corey: Haven't seen him around here besides I have been too busy playing my violin.
Wellington: I see...
Corey stops playing his violin and he stares at Wellington. Staring into Wellingtons sky blue eyes he notices the sadness and guilt in them. Corey starts speaking in a calm voice that has a hint of concern in it.
Corey: Are you alright sir?
Wellington: Corey I'm fine just tired. I couldn't sleep well.
Corey: I see. Well, I hope that you find your brother sir.
Wellington: I might see you later Corey.
Corey: Yes sir. Enjoy your day.
Wellington then continues walking through the camp once again. A few minutes later he notices a man with dark brown hair and grey eyes. The man is wearing a very tidy cavalry uniform which has a couple of shiny medals on it.
The man is sitting calmly on a wooden stool sharpening his sabre. Wellington stops and stares calmly at the man. The man stops sharpening his sabre and looks up at Wellington and smiles a little bit. The man starts speaking in a pleasant voice.
???: Good morning sir.
Wellington: Good morning Lieutenant General Carrington.
Winston Carrington: You alright sir?
Wellington: Just looking for someone.
Winston Carrington: Who are you looking for sir?
Wellington: My brother.
Winston Carrington: Oh, I didn't know that the General was here sir.
Wellington: Have you seen him?
Winston Carrington: Unfortunately no I haven't sir. I have been busy with my duties and sharpening my sword.
Wellington: I see. Well, I shall carry on then.
Winston Carrington: Yes sir.
