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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 Twenty-Six– Nathaniel Conway, Age 20
Lor'themar grumbled something in Thalassian. "Speak in Common, so Nathaniel can understand," Belestra said coolly.
"If he wants to understand he should learn our language," the elf said, matching her tone.
"He's been here for a week and in poor health," she replied, "because YOU took something you had no right to do."
"Speaking of the child or his ring," Lor'themar said.
"The ring though we may find out you are right on both accounts," she said as she took her seat beside Nathaniel's bed. At one point during the past week they had moved him out of what he had assumed was an inn to a quiet room in another building. He liked it because it had a door that could close but they had removed the knob to prevent him from locking it.
Belestra picked up a smoldering rolled up thistle and after inhaling gently blew the smoke in Nathaniel's face. He breathed in; the smoke numbed his throat and gave him a lightheaded feeling.
"I repeat then in Common," Lor'themar said, "I can't believe you're intentionally making him into a thistle-head. That's all we need to hand over to his family an illiterate addict."
"It's a temporary solution," she replied as she blew more smoke into Nathaniel's face. "Speaking of family, any progress on that front? Having emotional support during this period would be great. All he has is a couple of grumpy Quel'dorei for company."
Nathaniel pushed himself up into a sitting position, adjusting his simple tunic. "Why do you always speak like I'm not even here," he said. "I have a family, one I wish dearly to return to. If my brother hasn't escaped his keepers I need to find him, our crops will be due to be harvested soon and without Foster or me … Pa will have his hands full."
"Hopeless, one thought child …" Lor'themar said. "See that fancy bracelet on your wrist, let me show you something." Brushing Belestra aside, the Ranger wrapped Nathaniel's arm around his neck and stood him up. He walked him over to the window and pointed outside. "See that statue there, the one over the fountain in front of our Spire. I had a mage place an identical bracer on it. If you step outside Silvermoon's walls it will instantly teleport you back to its partner. I made sure your landing would be soft … wet … but cushioned. There is no more 'going home' you are home and the sooner you face that fact, child the sooner you can move forward."
Nathaniel stared at the bracer in disgust; it looked like a solid piece of gold with engravings on it.
"It would take someone with more skill than you possess to remove it from your wrist." Lor'themar said with a smirk as he dropped Nathaniel back down on his bed. "And around the fountain are Arcane Guardians that are program to incapacitate anyone seen defacing the statues and they hurt a lot more than a fall into the fountain. Don't worry we'll remove it someday," he said with a smirk, "perhaps on your hundredth birthday."
"Long after my family is gone," Nathaniel said sadly. He waved the smoke blown his way, away. "I'd like to be left alone," he said.
"I'll have to put you asleep if you want us to leave," Belestra said softly.
"Why?" Nathaniel growled. "I'm too weak to go anywhere; by the Light I can't even use the chamber pot on my own. What do you think I'll do, why can't I be left alone in my thoughts instead of trapped in my nightmares?"
"I do believe the child is throwing a temper tantrum," Lor'themar said coolly.
"Someday I'm going beat that smirk off your face," Nathaniel said.
"I tremble in anticipation," Lor'themar said as he turned to leave. As he did Belestra leaned forward her outer robe parted slightly to reveal a silver dagger sheathed to her belt. Moving with the speed of viper Nathaniel grabbed it and pushed her aside. At her cry Lor'themar turned but the dagger had already left Nathaniel's hand. It buried itself in the door, leaving a trail of blood along the elder's elf's cheek where it grazed it. Lor'themar wiped a hand across the cut, his eyes flashing. Belestra recovered her feet and moved between the two men.
"You pushed him too far," she said. "You need to leave now; I'll tend to your cheek in a moment."
"I'll do it myself," Lor'themar said as he turned and left.
Sighing Belestra turned and faced Nathaniel. "You know he's not a bad guy," she said. "He just has a lot going on and the Ranger-General has decided that since he claimed you until your family is found you're his responsibility."
"Ranger-General," Nathaniel said, "Sylvanas Windrunner?"
"Yes that's correct," Belestra said. "Now speaking of chamber pots, do you?"
"No ma'am," Nathaniel said with a sigh.
"I can get one of my male students to aid you if you need …"
"No ma'am," he said again. He reached for the smoldering bloodthistle but his hand was brushed aside as she picked it up.
"You're too young," she said, as she took a draw and blew the smoke toward him.
"You know that makes no sense," Nathaniel said, "why does it matter if you hold it or me, if the effect is the same?"
"Did you mean to hit him?" she asked, changing the subject.
Nathaniel shook his head and leaned back. "I didn't intend to hurt him, my aim is usually better. I just need him to shut the fuck up. I'm not thinking clearly, my thoughts are jumbled up in my head and this Sunwell business isn't helping. I'm usually the calm one of the pair."
"Pair … your brother?" Belestra asked sitting down beside him.
"Yeah," Nathaniel said, "I'm the brain and he's the muscles. Though don't get me wrong if I was in my right mind I could give Lor'themar a run for his money. Fuck, it's my fault we're in this stupid position. I was on watch why didn't I see them approach? I can spot a dragonfly from across the field."
"It was probably a rogue," Belestra said. "Even our most skilled rangers have trouble with them from time to time."
"We swore to each other we would never let another person have a hold over us," Nathaniel said. "And now I seem powerless to prevent it."
"Another, it has happened before?" Belestra asked as she blew another puff of smoke toward him. The bloodthistle was having its desire effect and he felt his nerves calming.
"A decade ago now," Nathaniel said, leaning his head back. "A boy a few years older than I … beat me up pretty badly and … did some other stuff. Since then Foster and I have trained ourselves to be pretty potent and effective combatants. We even took some time off the farm during the winters to train with the warriors in Stratholme. Though I seem more suited for distant combat, that bow of Lor'themar treated me well. I could still hold my own against others in close combat. And if my brother was with me, no one could take us." He let out a frustrated yell, startling his nurse. "If I had been in my senses those bandits wouldn't have stood a chance."
"Your brother held his own against them," Lor'themar said standing at the door. Nathaniel wondered how long he had been listening. "When I and the other Rangers came upon the fight, he was standing over you. Two men had already been incapacitated, he was working on a third when they managed to lure him away from you and then they used you as a hostage to make him surrender which he did without pause."
Belestra stood and walked over to the elf, a touch on his cheek and the cut disappeared leaving behind only the blood shed. She used a handkerchief dipped into a nearby basin to wash the crimson off.
Nathaniel blamed the bloodthistle as he dazed; watching the other two speak quietly through half closed eyelids. Halduron walked into the room and said a few words to his commander in their birth tongue; afterwards the three elves looked over at him. "What now?" he wondered silently.
There was more whispering and then Belestra approached him and sat down. "Hal brings us some news; the Silvermoon Registry has located two possibilities for your mother's name. They are trying now to track down the men that would be your father to see if you share the same blood."
"I already have a mother and father," Nathaniel said coolly.
"Do not treat your mother that way," Lor'themar said. "She gave her life … she deserves your respect if you cannot give her your love."
Nathaniel's cheeks grew warm from embarrassment and he nodded.
"I need to go," Belestra said standing. "There are others that need my attention. I'm sorry, Nathaniel, but I need to …" She placed a hand on his forehead. "I promise you I am looking for a treatment that will let you stay awake when I'm away. But for now, sleep and dream of happier times."
"I wish I could, my lady," Nathaniel replied drowsily. "Only nightmares await me."
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