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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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In year 613 of the King's Calendar – Alliance Splinters: Unaware of the death cults forming in their lands, the leaders of the Alliance nations began to bicker and argue over territorial holdings and decreasing political influence. The high elves of Silvermoon brusquely rescinded their allegiance to the Alliance. In the wake of the elves' departure, Gilneas and Stromgarde seceded as well.
Chapter Twenty-One – Nathaniel Conway, Age 20
Nathaniel loved the thrill of the hunt. The buck he had his eye on was grazing upwind from him. Taking the longbow from his back he nocked an arrow and brought it up. His father would scold him for taking a shot so far back, more danger of the arrow not hitting true and prolonging the suffering of the animal. Nathaniel had no such trepidation as he let his arrow go. It soared true and struck the animal in the chest, piercing its heart. It stumbled once and fell. There was no question in the young elf's mind that the bow he sported was enchanted. He let out shrill whistle to signal his success and call for aid in transporting his kill.
Approaching the animal cautiously, to ensure it was truly dead, an injured animal was a dangerous one. However, like expected the arrow had done its duty. Turning the buck onto its back Nathaniel took out a sharp knife and began to field dress the deer for hauling back to the house. A whistle echoed and he returned it, a short time later his brother appeared. He studied Foster as he approached; there was no denying his resemblance to their father. With his short dark hair and his youthful body had filled out, lean and muscular. Nathaniel was the exact opposite; he had grown his light blond hair out to mimic the elf he had seen those many years ago. He had it pulled up in a high ponytail when he hunted, to keep it out of his face. His body had filled out some as well; his arms were well defined from the hunting and fieldwork he did. But his body would forever be lean compared to Foster's frame. Nathaniel had also overtaken his brother in height, standing a couple inches taller than him.
Foster unsheathed his own knife as he dropped a stout stick and rope down beside them. "Good kill, Baby Brother," he said, "like always."
Nathaniel acknowledged the compliment with a nod. "Our stores are getting depleted quicker as our family grows. Speaking of growing family have you asked her yet?"
"Nay," Foster said, "I want to build my house first. I don't want to be like Wendy and York who had to live in the tack room for a year after they married."
"That tack room has taken good care of others," Nathaniel said as he finished gutting the deer, taking caution to bag the heart and liver for his mother. He grabbed the two rear legs and bound them together. Foster did the same for the front legs and afterwards they slid the heavy staff between the legs and each taking an end to their shoulders.
"I'll ask Bethany in good time," Foster said as they walked back to the homestead. "She'll wait for me."
"Janice seems to be enjoying her task as the new school teacher in Corin's," Nathaniel said. "I hope some nice man takes a fancy to her …"
"Like the men Pa has to beat off a stick from Sara?" Foster laughed. "I think Jenna is the only sane sister we have."
"She went to Stormwind to study to be a priestess," Nathaniel said with a sigh. "I don't understand why she had to go so far away. She could have gone to Stratholme or at least if she'd gone to Capital City it would have taken a week to visit her but we'll be lucky to see her again all the way in Stormwind."
"I know, Baby Brother," Foster said as the house came into sight. "I miss her too, but that was where she was needed."
"Aw did you have to kill it?"
Nathaniel looked over at the young girl swinging on a rope swing, Lucy, the daughter of York and Wendy. "We need food for our bellies, baby girl," he said.
"Momma plants vegetables!" Lucy said definitely.
"And they will taste awful good in our venison stew tonight," Foster replied with a grin. The men continued to carry their cargo behind the house. There they were met by their mother, Rosemary and Wendy. Foster left Nathaniel with women to continue the butchering of the deer. Their skilled hands had it completely dressed under an hour; afterwards Nathaniel was sent to the shower to clean up.
That night he sat down to a very full table, there were now almost a dozen people that shared their evening meal. Nathaniel loved the affectionate gathering of teasing and laughs. Wendy's belly was just starting show; they'd have another mouth to feed in a few months. York affectionately patted his wife's stomach and made mention that Kyle had finished his apprenticeship under their father and was a full pledged blacksmith.
A knock on the door startled the gathering; Nathaniel being the closest to the door stood up and opened it. Standing before him was a face he hadn't seen for a decade. "I've come for my bow, and for you," Lor'themar Theron said.
"You're welcome to your bow," Nathaniel said, "it has treated me well these years but I am no longer a child and I will not be accompany you anywhere, my place is with the people that love me."
The slap shocked him and there was a loud crash from behind as Foster knocked his chair over as he rushed to his brother's defense.
"This is not a debate, child," Lor'themar said coldly. "The gates to Quel'Thalas are closing; it is time for you to embrace your heritage. You will be leaving with me; this evening after your father fulfills his pledge and tells me how you came to his care."
"Yeah, you and what army," Foster growled from beside him.
The High Elf gestured of his shoulder; Nathaniel counted a dozen mounted and armed elves. "I have hoped they will not be needed, though," Lor'themar said.
"You can't just come in here and demand that I accompany you like some lost child," Nathaniel said angrily. "I'm an adult, damn it, I'm content with my life here …" This time he easily blocked the blow.
"You are no more an adult than a kitten is to its mother," Lor'themar said. "You will be barely old enough to qualify for the academy this year."
"Academy?" Foster asked. "We've been out of school for a few years now…"
Lor'themar sighed. "I won't even to try to argue with stupidity," he said. "Go gather whatever you wish to take with you, or I'll hogtie you and take you as you are. There is nothing here you won't forget about in a century."
Nathaniel glanced over at his father who had moved behind him. His pa squeezed his shoulder, his eyes looking incredibly sad. "We always knew this day would come," he said. "We were blessed to have you with us for as long as we did. Go pack your bags, my son." His voice broke at the last word and he glanced away, Nathaniel saw a tear fall down his grizzly face. "Foster," his father said after a moment. "Go saddle your brother's horse, please."
That was it, the decision had been made and there was nothing Nathaniel could say that would sway the men seemly in control of his life. "Fuck it," he whispered jerking away from his father's touch, he ran past the rest of his family and stormed up the stairs slamming the door to his room. That elf wanted a child he certainly had one now.
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