I had previously written a review of the Japanese novel “Candy Candy Final Story” (キャンディ･キャンディ Final Story) written by Nagita Keiko, and later posted a translation I did of the prologue, and another of Chapter 1, Part 1. Generally, when I do translations of small fragments of novels, I don’t intend to follow up with translations of any future chapters.
However, in this case I received such great feedback that I decided to translate a bit more of the story. It’s just a few more pages, but I hope it satisfies the fans, at least for a short time. As before, I am not sure if I will continue translating any more of this work, but if I receive a lot of good feedback as before, there is a chance I will translate some more. So feel free to like and/of comment if you enjoyed this and want more.
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Also, as always I would like to state that this work is owned by the author and/or publisher, and I am only doing an unofficial fan translation. If you are interested in this, please consider buying the original work (even if you don’t know Japanese, it’s good to support the author), or some of the other works from the same author and/or publisher. You can see links to some of those here in my original review.
This is a very important part of the story, where Candy meets someone special. Enjoy!
Candy Candy Final Story (first book): Chapter 1, Part 2 (by Nagita Keiko)
– Unofficial translation –
Once Candy ran up to the top of the Pony’s hill, she collapsed with a thud into the thick grass. The scent of freshly grown grass tickled her nose. She made a complete revolution, gazing up at the sky that surrounded her. Its blue color was almost bright enough to sting her eyes. A white cloud that was drifting by suddenly took on the shape of the carriage that Annie had ridden in.
The carriage gradually gotten smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely.
Had Annie finally stopped crying? The sight of her sitting with eyes downcast, sandwiched in between the nice Brighton couple was still fresh in her memory. Candy was afraid the vivid image would disappear if she blinked, so she tried hard to keep her eyes open wide.
“You’re really gone, Annie,” Candy mumbled. At that moment, all the feelings she had struggled to keep inside began to overtake her, bringing tears to her eyes.
The city Annie had been taken to live at, Chicago, was a place Candy had never heard of before, and it felt like a far-off country.
“Soon, when the flowers bloom on the Pony’s hill, we won’t be able to pick them together. Even playing tag… swimming in the river and catching fish…”
The memories of the times she had spent with Annie began to come back to her one after the other.
There was the day they decided to call this hill “Pony’s hill” as they made ornaments together out of buttercups.
And the day they played with daisies to figure out whether their parents would ever come back for them, alternately saying, “they’ll come back,” and “they won’t,” as they picked each petal.
Candy had felt that Annie, abandoned on the same day as her, was like a real sister. Annie, who was always with Candy no matter what she was doing. Annie, the timid girl who would cry so easily.
“Annie, if they tease you I won’t be able to protect you any more.”
Startled by her own words, she wiped the tears streaming from her eyes.
There was no longer any need to protect Annie from anyone. She has two wonderful parents now…
“I guess I’m the person who lost someone important, someone to apologize for me…”
It was true. Annie had always covered for Candy when she did something wrong.
“Don’t yell at Candy. Will you forgive her, Please?”
Whenever Candy was reprimanded by the sisters because they had found she’d played another prank or was acting too tomboyish, Annie would cry and beg the sisters to overlook Candy’s wrongdoing. The fact that Candy often escaped from being lectured or punished was in no small part due to Annie.
Candy herself was the one who had actually been protected all this time.
“I’m so scared about what’s going to happen to me now…”
She stood up and rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand. But the tears wouldn’t stop. She tried holding her breath but they continued to flow.
(I wish I could stop crying already… I guess it’s because I kept everything inside for so long… If I go home looking like this, the sisters will worry about me… Oh I forgot! I need to go clean the chicken coop… All right, I’d better try to cry as much as I can until I run out of tears.)
Candy readied herself by tightening her stomach muscles.
She tried crying out loudly with all her might.
“Waa! Aghhh! Waah!”
As she listened to her own cries resounding in the nearby countryside, her tears gradually dried up and she realized how funny she sounded.
(You know, my crying really sounds like the voice of a hungry wolf!)
She began to giggle in spite of herself.
“That’s better! You’re so much cuter when you smile, little girl.”
Candy was surprised when she suddenly heard a gentle voice come from above and looked up to see who was speaking. Framed by the blue sky was a young boy wearing a strange outfit, smiling as he looked down at Candy. Something was draped over his shoulder that looked like the picture of a heart she had seen in an encyclopedia. Candy blinked her eyes in disbelief.
This boy seemed almost as if he had just descended from the sky…
“Are you an… Alien?”
He smiled pleasantly.
“Little girl, you really say some interesting things. Even though I look like this, I’m still human.”
“Hmm… But then why are you wearing a skirt even though you are a boy?”
“This isn’t a skirt. It’s called a ‘kilt’ and is part of Scotland’s traditional dress.”
“A ‘kit’ from ‘Sutland’?”
Candy had never heard of these words before. The boy smiled again.
“It’s a ‘kilt’ from ‘Scotland’. And this is called a ‘bagpipe’. It’s a musical instrument. You play it like this.”
The boy kept his eyes on Candy, who stared at him with a blank look, and he put his mouth to the instrument.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from it.
“Wow, it sounds like a snail squirming along the ground!”
Caught by surprise, Candy jumped to her feet. The boy gave one final puff, ending the “squirming snail” song.
“You really are such an interesting little girl!”
His broad smile seemed to be radiating light. Even the blond hair stuck to his forehead glittered. With gentle eyes that were as blue as today’s clear skies, Candy felt that even though they had just met, she could talk to this boy about anything.
“Where are you from? My name is Candy. You see that church over there? It’s called ‘Pony’s home’ and even though it’s so tiny, it is actually a church and an orphanage. There we teach all sorts of things to the children of this village. There is chubby Ms. Pony and skinny Ms. Reine, and I…”
Candy, absorbed in her explanation as she pointed towards the base of the hill, turned around and blurted out “Huh?” in surprise.
Nobody was there.
There was no sign of the young boy.
“He just disappeared….”
Candy, struck dumbfounded, looked around her.
There was definitely nobody there.
He had suddenly appeared, and suddenly disappeared…
(Maybe it was a dream?)
No, it couldn’t have been a dream.
“You’re so much cuter when you smile, little girl.”
The memory of the boy’s voice was still fresh in her mind.
“He was almost like a prince…”
Candy mumbled indistinctly, but then realized there was something sparkling on the ground near her feet.
In between the blades of grass lay a silver badge in the shape of an eagle with its wings spread and a bell attached to it.
“This must be the prince’s…”
She picked up the badge and smiled. It was a work of skillful craftsmanship. This expensive-looking badge was undoubtedly a very precious thing to the boy.
“I have to return this to him. Maybe I’ll be able to see him tomorrow…”
This new hope brought with it the feeling of warm sunlight shining upon her, and a gentle breeze blowing by.
He was such a nice boy, the prince of the hilltop…
If I’m able to see him tomorrow, there are so many things I want to talk about.
The next day, and for many days after, Candy went to the top of the hill with eager anticipation, but since that day she never saw the mysterious boy, the “prince of the hilltop” again.
The day Annie left. The day she met the prince of the hilltop…
Only the silver badge remained, like a fragment of memory.