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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Sixteen– Foster Conway, Age 12
The rage inside him burnt all day. Anytime his and Vance's gaze met the other would smile smugly, taunting. But there was never a chance to act on the feelings. Miss Kettle never allowed Vance to leave his desk unless it was to the outhouse and much to the bully's chagrin the teacher would walk out with him. At lunchtime the other kids spoke excitedly about the strange guests staying at the inn. Foster paid little attention to the conversation, all he could think of was the scream he heard last night from his brother. After choking down his lunch he stood and told the girls he would be back.
Walking toward the lake behind the school he was surprised to find the field before it occupied. There was a woman there and she was using a large bow she had to fire arrows into a tree a distance away. Though her back was facing him there was no mistaking the long pointed ears that framed the high ponytail, an elf. He watched the fluid motions silently for several minutes when Miss Kettle rang the school bell warning him lunch was over. As he turned to leave a male voice, with a light accent called out, "enjoy the show?"
Confused Foster looked around and found the elf had turned to face him, his cheeks flushed. Though the face was very attractive he had been mistaken, the stranger was male. "You're really good, sir" Foster said, "almost as good as Nathaniel."
An oversize eyebrow rose up and Foster gasped at the bright blue eyes underneath it. "You have eyes like him too!"
"So this Nathaniel of yours is a High Elf a well," the elf said, "I was unaware of any of my kin traveling through this area."
"You know where all the elves are?" Foster asked, unbelievably.
"Only the other Farstriders," the elf replied.
"Farstriders?" Foster asked, confused … out of the corner of his eye he saw Miss Kettle walking toward him.
"Our Rangers, your friend Nathaniel is probably one, though I would guess that isn't his true name …"
"No he's not," Foster said.
"Mr. Conway," Miss Kettle said as she approached, "will you be joining us?" It dawned on who had delayed him and she gasped, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't mean to interrupt, just came for my tardy student."
The tall stranger bowed. "I must apologize on his behalf, he had piqued my curiosity. I shall return to my commander now." As he turned to leave he pulled off the leather gloves he had been wearing and Foster caught a flash of gold.
He had seen the ring a thousand times in his young life there was no doubt and he lunged for the hand. "Nathaniel's ring!" As his fingers curled around the fair hand of the other he found himself thrown on the ground, the cold blade of the elf pressed against his neck. Behind him Miss Kettle screamed.
"You are the second human in this town to take a fancy to my Sunwell Ring," the elf growled. "The other was man, said an elf friend had lost his ring … and now you just mentioned Nathaniel … are they the one in the same?"
Foster realized his father must have already approached the elf. He stared up at the angry elf, the eyes that were the same of his brother, the hair that was the same light blond … the handsome features that caused Nathaniel such grief … all his brother was missing was the ears. The mystery of his brother that his father hinted at last night fell into place … Nathaniel was an elf or at least had the blood of one. If his pa hadn't asked the elf for help then there must be a reason.
"Please, sir, let him go," Miss Kettle said. "He's just a child, his younger brother had a terrible shock yesterday the poor lad has been practically comatose since then, poor little Nat …"
"I'm really sorry, mister," Foster said loudly cutting his teacher off. "She's right I didn't sleep much yesterday …"
A slender hand clamped down over his mouth silencing him. "His brother's name?" the elf asked Miss Kettle.
Foster's silent plea went unanswered.
"Nathaniel, sir," Miss Kettle said. "Of Thomas and Norah Conway, Foster is their eldest then there is Nathaniel, Janice and the twins…"
"I didn't ask for a family history," the elf snapped. "And the Conways are human?"
"Why yes," Miss Kettle said, clearly confused. "What kind of question is that?"
The elf pulled Foster to his feet and knelt down in front of him. "I'm going to ask some questions and you will answer me truthfully, if you lie I will know …" the elf glanced over at Miss Kettle. "You're excused, your class needs you."
"I will not leave one of my students with a knife wielding stranger," Miss Kettle said.
"I swear by the Sunwell the child will not come to harm," the elf replied.
"It's okay, Miss Kettle," Foster said, "Please, before Janice starts to worry."
The teacher wrung her hands and then after a long moment turned and hurried back to the school.
"You've seen a Sunwell ring before?" the elf asked after the teacher was gone.
"Yes, sir," Foster replied, his mind racing.
"Where?" the elf asked.
Foster chewed his lower lip and glanced around, trying to buy a moment to formulate an answer.
"Where!" the elf demanded.
With a heavy sigh Foster shrugged. "Up until yesterday my brother wore one around his neck."
"The same brother that is now comatose because of the loss?" the elf asked.
"Yes, sir," Foster said. "Some bullies got to him and I think one of them took it but I can't prove it."
"If there is truly another Sunwell Ring in this desolate place I will sense it," the elf said standing. "Show me this bully."
Feeling he had little choice Foster led the elf back to the school. The children let out a collective gasp as they entered. After he pointed to where Vance sat the elf strolled over to the boy and pulled him to his feet. Vance let out a pitiful yelp. "He has the scent of magic about him, but does not have the ring on him …"
"I told you I know nothing about that damn ring," Vance retorted.
"Show me where you live, human." The elf said in the same tone of voice. "I'm sure I will find the ring there …"
"I ain't showing you nothing," Vance said.
"We live above the general store," Wendy said standing. "I'll show you."
With a hand still on Vance's arm the elf followed his sister, Wendy, out of the school. Foster trailed behind them. The group walked into the store, setting off the small bell over the door. Mr. Dixon walked out of the backroom his nose covered in a large white band-aid. He gave the group a once over, Foster didn't miss the look of distain when the gaze found him. It then moved to the imposing elf who still had a vice grip on Vance's arm. "This child took something that wasn't his yesterday," the elf said. "And if it is not returned promptly I will rip this store apart until I find it.
"Sir, you cannot do that," Mr. Dixon said. "If you release my son I am sure we can talk this over like civilized folks."
There was a commotion outside and Foster looked behind them. A lithe female walked in, another elf. She took in the situation quickly and drew her bow nocking an arrow in it. "Explain Lor'themar," she said.
"There is a Sunwell Ring in here, Sylvanas," Lor'themar replied.
The tall female looked around the room and Foster noticed her eyes flash slightly right before she let her arrow go. It pierced a painting behind Mr. Dixon. Before anyone could react another arrow had been nocked.
"Behind that painting is a safe," Sylvanas said. "You open it or I'll put an arrow between your eyes and do it myself, no human should ever possess a Sunwell Ring."
Mr. Dixon paled as he removed the painting to reveal what the elf maiden already knew. As his shaking fingers worked the lock Mr. O'Connell and Mr. Madison pushed their way into the door. "What is going on here?" Mr. Madison said.
"The Dixons have Nathaniel's ring," Foster said.
"You have the lad's ring," Mr. O'Connell said in disbelief. "You said you did not … how could you?"
Mr. Dixon didn't reply as he took a small velvet pouch from the safe and tossed it toward the elves. Lor'themar released Vance and caught the pouch, without opening it he turned to leave. His companion waited a moment longer before she lowered her bow and followed.
Ignoring the angry shouts behind him Foster chased the elves out the door. "Please," he said, "give it back."
Sylvanas eyed him coldly as she opened the bag that had been given to her. In her palm slid out Nathaniel's ring. "I told you, no human should possess a ring such as this."
"Please, ma'am, he's in an awful fix," Foster pleaded. "He's the only brother I have, he needs it."
"This is cut for a woman," the elf said, slipping the ring back into the pouch and into her pocket. "I grow tired of the lies these humans tell, Lor'themar, let us gather our belonging and head for Dalaran."
"No!" Foster shouted and lunged for the pocket that held his brother's salvation. The female elf went to backhand him and his father's training took over as he ducked under it and at the same time he wrapped his arm around hers twisting. Using her body as a support he kicked up his legs and put both feet to the chest of Lor'themar throwing him off balance. He had twelve years of experience to their hundreds but he had a passion they could not match. Having to support his full weight threw the female off; neither of the elves were good at close combat. Help came from an unlikely source as York and Kyle appeared tackling Lor'themar. With that worry taken care of Foster could focus on the viper he had taken on. Experience was going to win the battle much to Foster's dread. A knife appeared in the elf maiden's hand and he had no doubt she would use it. As he tried to block it a large hand appeared and grabbed her wrist.
"That is enough," his father said as he roughly pushed Foster away. He helped Sylvanas to her feet but in the same move disarmed the blade from her.
"Pa she has Nathaniel's ring," Foster pleaded.
"They found it?" His father said, "Thank the Light. Please where is it?"
"I told the child I would not surrender this ring to a human," Sylvanas snarled.
"You wouldn't be," his pa said as his shoulders drooped, he motioned to the wagon behind them that Foster had failed to see. "My son is in there, you're his last hope … please help him."
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