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Chapter Twenty-Eight – Nathaniel Conway
“Untie me!” Nathaniel shouted at his father, his hands and feet were securely bound.
“Not until you calm down,” Pa answered. Nathaniel had awoken to find himself tied to a chair within an inn at the dwarven town of Aerie Peak. “Pa, please he needs me …” the slap caught him by surprise.
“No, your brother is beyond the aid of any mortal means,” Pa said, “I need you now. You’re the big brother now. I won’t be around forever, but you … you will be. You can watch over Jenna, Sara and Wendy. You go back there and all you’ll find is death! Please don’t make me mourn any more children. I promised your Ma I would protect you all, please. “Pa sat down on the bed across from him and put his face in his hands sobbing.
His cheek stung from the blow, but not as bad as the ache in his chest. Foster was dead? That wasn’t supposed to happen; they were supposed to watch out for each other. The tainted weapon had been aimed for him. He should have been the one to die. But Foster wouldn’t let that happen, he was the shied. Hanging his head, he let his own tears fall, for a long moment that was the only sound … sorrow.
Eventually his father stood up and taking out a knife freed him from his bonds. Then Pa walked over to wash basin and taking water splashed it on his face. “Come do the same,” he said, “The women will need us to be strong.”
Nathaniel moved beside him and cupped the cold water in his hands. “I’m not the strong one,” he said. “Foster is … was the brawn, I was the brain. I checked the barn why didn’t I notice Vance there?”
“Maybe he wasn’t,” Pa answered, “maybe we set off a trigger, the ghoul your brother killed perhaps, that alerted him of our return. It definitely felt like a planned attack. He’s been brewing a lot of hatred for us these past decades. That is what hate can do to a soul.”
“I don’t think he has a soul left,” Nathaniel replied splashing the water on his face. “Hope Foster took the bastard down with him.”
A strong hand squeezed his shoulder. “Let’s go home, son.” His father said. “Your Ma will never forgive me, but I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to earn it.”
“Foster and I have faced death countless of times,” Nathaniel said, “There is no blame. He was a soldier of the Light, he died doing what he loved to do … protecting. I just hope I was worth the price he paid.”

The gun shot startled Nathaniel and he looked up to see a horse ride by, they hadn’t been seen. He let out a whistle and the horse pulled up, so quickly it almost unseated the rider. Pa looked around and their eyes met. Emotions threatened to overcome the elf but he forced them down. “Pa!” he shouted instead, “I need you! She’s having a baby and I don’t know what to do!”
“A what … who … how,” his father stumbled over his words as he swung down from the saddle.
Sara let out a wail. “Brother … please!”
Nathaniel turned back toward her; between her upraised legs, he could see the baby’s scalp. His eyes opened in wonderment. “I see her,” he said.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. “By the Light,” his father said, “Okay, Baby Girl, the hard work is almost done. Nathaniel, go behind her, put her head in your lap and give her your hands to hold onto. When you feel the urge to push Sara, you do so.” The callused fingers squeezed his arms gently before releasing him to do as he had been told.
Getting into position Nathaniel placed his hands in Sara’s. In doing so, he lifted her head up and revealed the tattoos.   Pa took a sharp breath. “She’s okay, Pa,” Nathaniel said as Sara squeezed his hands tightly. “We … I got her out before they took her mind.”
“We thought you were dead, Baby Girl,” Pa said, “only one person in your unit made it out of that hell alive, they said you had been taken away and those that left never came back. And here you are … with a new life moments away.” The rain soaking them couldn’t hide their father’s tears. “Thank you,” he said looking over at Nathaniel, “thank you for saving her and bringing her home. Your brother would have been proud.”
Nathaniel looked down at his sister. He was never a good liar; this story was a dumb idea. Luckily, there were other things to focus on.   Sara let out another cry. “Push with it, Sis,” he said.
“I’m trying,” Sara gasped after the contraction had passed. “This is so hard and wet … I want my feather bed, damn it.”
Nathaniel heard the sound of hooves, he wondered for a moment if Foster had returned. But it was a large Chestnut that came into view, followed by a second horse. “Nathaniel!” the first rider jumped off the horse. Pulling back her hood, revealed Jenna. “I knew I heard your whistle, are you hurt…” her voice trailed off as Sara came into view. “Sis! By the Light … oh …” she threw herself down and hugged her twin tightly. “I knew you were still alive, we Conways are too tough to die.”
Sara hugged her back. “Damn straight,” Sara said, she tightened her hold as another contraction went through her.
After it had passed, Jenna looked up at the second rider. Nathaniel noticed it was her husband, Argus. “Go get my, Ma …”
“In this weather?” Pa interrupted, “she’s not well enough for …”
“This will be the best medicine,” Jenna assured him.
“Ma sick?” Nathaniel asked.
Their father looked stricken. “When we heard about Sara … it’s been a tough year.”
With Foster’s death, their father’s hair had turned snow white seemly overnight; Ma had fallen into depression.   It had been Janice all over again, Nathaniel could only imagine the grief when they thought they had lost Sara too.
“Okay, Sis,” Jenna said kneeling in the mud. “Let me help you with the pain,” she rested her hands on their sister’s belly and began chanting. A soft light started to glow and travel down Sara’s body. The grip of his hands lessoned and Nathaniel felt Sara relax against him. “That’s right, Sis, just calm down, your body knows what to do.”
“Wow, look at the head of hair,” Pa said.
“Nathaniel,” Jenna said, “let me take your place. You try to shield the babe best you can.”
Nodding the elf gently lifted Sara’s head and let Jenna slide into place. Then he walked over to Omelet who was standing quietly nearby. Jenna let out a gasp having just noticed the raptor. “Hunters often take animal companions, is he yours?”   She asked.
“Scrambled Eggs belongs to Sara,” he said looking through the packs and finding a blanket. “I told Sara you wouldn’t let her keep him, Pa. Sorry for the awkwardness, Sis,” he said as he moved and placed a foot on either side of the prone woman. He draped the blanket over his father’s shoulders, covering his head. He held the other end of the blanket in both hands, making an impromptu tent over Sara’s legs and the new life emerging from between them.” Letting the words of wonderment and encouragement wash over him, he looked out into the woods. It smelled like rain, wet grass, and wood smoke. The lingering scent of death that stayed with them around their brother was being washed away. His fingers tightened around the corner of the blanket. “Later,” he thought to himself, “deal with it later … focus on the now.”
“The babe’s shoulder is out, one more push Baby Girl,” the Father said, “let’s get the other shoulder out.”
“Trying Pa,” Sara said and she bore down.
“There she is,” Pa said, “Just a second now, nope the cord is where it should be, you can push again. And there we go.”
“Why isn’t she crying?” Sara asked.
The babe let out a healthy cry just then. “She was just catching her breath,” their father said, as he spit in the dirt again. Nathaniel peeked under the blanket and watched as Pa laid the baby on Sara’s chest. The cord was still between mother and child.
Sara’s newborn daughter had the blackest hair, just like her mother. “Jenna you want to take over?” Pa asked.
The priestess nodded and gently moved from under Sara’s head, and took her Father’s place under the blanket. Pa stood, he glanced down at his hands covered in life blood and smiled. Then he looked over at Nathaniel and a thought seemed to come to him. “Why did the Death Knight let you go?”
“We were never his prisoners,” Nathaniel said, “He was helping us get home.”
“Why did he run off like that then?” Pa asked.
“You shot at him,” Nathaniel pointed out.
“Sorry about that,” Pa said with a shrug. “I heard Sara’s shout and Daddy Bear kicked in.”
Nathaniel smiled. “It’s okay; he had places to be anyway.   His kind, are headed north to face the Lich King. The monster of the north made his slayers.”
“Where have you been? How did you rescue your sister? It’s been almost a year since she disappeared what took you so long?”
A happy scream interrupted the interrogation and Nathaniel turned to see Argus return, swinging down from the back of the saddle was Ma. The elf was taken back for a moment; the robust mother he left behind was no more. This one was frail and looked older than her years. She seemed to drown in the cloak she was wearing. However, at the moment her eyes danced with joy. She knelt down beside Jenna and Sara, drowning her daughter with kisses and cooing over her newest granddaughter. Pa knelt down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“Get her ready for travel, beloved,” he said. “They almost made it Jenna’s house, let’s get out of the rain.”
Ma nodded and soon Argus was able to pick Sara up, who was cuddling her daughter. Nathaniel grabbed Omelet’s lead and followed behind the rest of the family. He rehearsed answers to his father’s questions so he’d be ready next time they were asked. A short time later, they came up on a small cottage. Nathaniel looked around and saw a shed. “May I put Sara’s pet in there?” he asked.
Argus glanced at the raptor and raised an eyebrow. “That’s the chicken coop …”
“Oh,” Nathaniel said. “I don’t think he’s house broken.”
“That thing is not going in my house!” Jenna said.
There was no barn, so Nathaniel was forced to tether the raptor outside. He tried to put it near enough to the house so it at least was out of the rain. Then he took the saddle bags off, which he looked through and found some dried fish to feed Omelet with. “Sorry boy,” he said, “we’ll figure something out soon.”
“Nathaniel!” His father shouted from the door, “get in here before you catch pneumonia!”
“Wish me luck,” Nathaniel whispered to the dinosaur as he hurried over and followed Pa inside.
The small dwelling was crowded. There were two small children sitting at the table. “Uncle Nathaniel!” the oldest cried, Jenna and Argus’s son, Mathew.
The elf knelt and hugged the dark-haired boy. “Hey there, half-pint, miss me?”
“You’ve been gone a long time!” the young boy pouted.
“Sorry about that,” Nathaniel said rubbing the child on top of the head. “Your Uncle took the long way home.”
“Up!” the young boy shouted raising his hands.
“I’ll get you all wet!” Nathaniel replied.
“I don’t care!”
Wrapping an arm around the boy, he stood. Mathew folded his legs around his waist and held on. Walking over to the table Nathaniel smiled at the toddler sitting in a highchair. “And how are you today, Pearl? You’ve gotten so big since I saw you last!” The curly head toddler smiled bashfully but went back to playing with the blocks in front of her.
“You look well.”
Nathaniel turned to face the woman that had spoken. “Ms. O’Connell, you’re as lovely as ever.”
His brother’s old flame smiled, “Just Bethany,” she said, wrapping an arm around his neck. Adjusting his grip on Mathew, he returned the hug. Her touch seemed to linger a moment too long. As she pulled back, she ran a hand through his ponytail, and then reached behind him to untie his bandana freeing his ears.   For a brief moment, the increase in hearing unsettled him.
“Thanks,” he said, “my ears were cramping.”
The toddler reached up and pulled on his ear and Nathaniel hissed, the small boy jumped startled at the sound. Argus whose hands were now free quickly grabbed Mathew and chastised him. “Those are your Uncle’s ears not a toy,” the gruff blacksmith said.
“Sorry,” Mathew replied with a pout.
“It’s okay, Little Man,” Nathaniel said, rubbing the sore ear. There was a knock on the door and still cradling his son Argus walked over and opened it, giving Nathaniel no time to hide. Luckily, it was familiar faces that greeted him. His father’s old field hands the Paxtons, though they no longer worked for the Conways they were still best friends to his parents.
“I heard a ghost had returned,” Rosemary said, “I see she wasn’t the only one to return to us, welcome home Nathaniel, you’ve been missed.”
“Mrs. Rosemary,” Nathaniel said, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. He shook Grant’s hand but was pulled into a bear hug. The elf returned the hug and smiled. “Hello, Sir, it’s good to be home.”
Rosemary and Bethany disappeared into the kitchen; Nathaniel was ushered over to the fire burning in the hearth in an attempt to dry out some. He removed his shirt, silently thankful that he no longer had to hide the scars. A warm blanket was wrapped around him as he sat down. Bethany reappeared with a towel and used it to dry his hair for him. “I can do that,” he said reaching for it.
“I know you can,” she replied, keeping it out of reach, “but I want to.”
A moment later Rosemary returned and put a warm mug of coffee in his hands, “a touch of sugar just like you like it,” she said.
Nathaniel tried his best to hide his sudden flash of uncertainty. Sara had been taken into a bedroom, with no commands the cup in his hand was almost useless, it did make for a hand warmer and he wrapped his fingers around. Occasionally he would bring the mug to his lips and pretend to take a sip, but he knew better than to try. His stomach twisted and he stared at the black liquid in the cup trying to calm down.
“Nathaniel!”
The elf jumped at the cry and looked up to find his father standing in front of him. “Sorry,” he mumbled realizing he must have missed conversation directed at him.
“Those circles get any darker under your eyes you’d be a raccoon,” his father said, reaching down to brush a thumb against Nathaniel’s cheek.   “When is the last time you slept, my son?”
“I got a moment of sleep last night in a cave in Redridge,” Nathaniel answered truthfully. “Then Sis went into labor and we made for home.”
“You slept in a cave?” Grant asked.
“That was pretty typical on our way through the Blasted Lands,” Nathaniel said.
“For heaven sakes why didn’t stay at an inn, your sister was pregnant!” Rosemary chastised.
“Our traveling companion wouldn’t have been welcomed.” Nathaniel answered.
“Why didn’t you just fly home?” Jenna asked stepping out of the bedroom. “You know brother there are these inventions called Griffons … the alliance has Griffon Masters all over Azeroth.”
“Sara wanted time,” he said, “she wasn’t ready to face everyone yet.”
“That was stupid,” his father growled, “and it put you both in danger. You know we mourned your sister months ago! All this time we could have been celebrating the new life …”
Nathaniel shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said, “we weren’t thinking about that at the time.” He stood, sitting the mug down and started walking toward the door.
Strong fingers wrapped around his wrist, “where do you think you’re going?” his father asked.
“I need some air, sir,” Nathaniel said, “I can’t handle this right now.”
“Handle what?” his father asked confusion clear in his voice.
Before he could answer his mother stepped into the room, “Nathaniel, Sara is asking for you.” The elf nodded and walked over, but before going into the room, he wrapped his arms around Ma and gave her long hug. She felt thinner and frail in his embrace. Kissing her forehead, he went into the bedroom and shut the door.   Sara was propped up in the bed, wearing a nightgown, probably one of Jenna’s. The babe was nursing on her breast. “Hey, Little Sis,” he said, “how you feeling?”
“About fifty pounds lighter,” she replied with a smile. “Come here, see your little Violet.”
“Be glad she wasn’t born tomorrow I was going to go with Wilfreda,” Nathaniel said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out and put a finger into Violet’s hand, the tiny fingers wrapped around his and he smiled. Sara reached up and placed her hand on his cheek and he leaned into the touch closing his eyes.
“You look as exhausted as me,” she said. “Lay with me?”
“I’m wet; Sis,” he said, “and it would raise eyebrows and they are already asking me questions I don’t want to answer.”
“So take your pants off, not like I haven’t seen you naked these past months.”
Nathaniel laughed and bent down kissing her cheek. “And I smell like I slept in caves the last month. How are you feeling about the babe? I know you had some reservations at the start of our journey.”
“Skang was right,” she said looking down at Violet, “she is my daughter, a Conway through and through. No horns or tail … just a beautiful perfect little girl.”
“Like her mother,” Nathaniel agreed.
“I’m not that little,” Sara replied with a small smile.
“You’ll always be my little sister,” Nathaniel assured her.
There was a tap at the door; a moment later Ma walked in, in her hand was a tray of food. “Thought my two world travelers might be hungry,” she said. “Both of you look like you haven’t had a decent meal in a long while.”
“Sis did well with what I found for her,” Nathaniel said, “Though if I don’t have rabbit for a while I won’t complain.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you there is rabbit in the stew?”
Nathaniel laughed.
“Why don’t you join the others at the table, my son,” Ma said. “I’m sure you missed the chatter of the family. Give me a moment with my daughter and granddaughter.”
Nathaniel waved off Sara’s protest. “Sounds good,” he said, “enjoy your dinner, Sis, you’ve earned it.”
The hunter stepped out of the room; Bethany and Rosemary were busy trying to find seats for everyone. The scent of the stew reached him and Nathaniel gagged, quickly he turned away before anyone noticed. It smelled just like the stew he had when a prisoner, the same his brother made him vomit then feed him again. “Hell no,” he thought silently.
He knew there was no way he’d be able to join his family. “Uncle Nathaniel sit by me!” Mathew shouted. Shaking his head Nathaniel fled outside ignoring the shouts behind him. Stumbling out into the rain, he ran away from the loving arms and the dreadful memories.
He had recovered enough of his vigor he wasn’t worried about losing a foot race, but he knew there were horses tethered outside. And it wasn’t long before he heard the hooves of one behind him, galloping. “Nathaniel!” his father shout reached him and with a sigh he stopped and knelt on the ground catching his breath. The horse pulled up behind him. A jacket was dropped over his shoulders. “My son?”
“Sorry, Pa,” Nathaniel said, not looking up, “it was getting a little claustrophobic for me, it’s just been the three of us for so long. I just wanted to catch my breath.”
“You could have done that by stepping outside; not running off like your ass was on fire,” Pa said. “Come back with me, they will worry.”
Nathaniel shook his head, “I want to go home,” he said.
“Home is where your family is, my son and right now they are back there worried.”
“Please, Pa,” Nathaniel said, “I can’t … take me back to the homestead, give me some time … please, I brought her back like I promised her I would. I deserve …” he blinked back the tears threatening to fall. For a moment, he wanted to tell his father everything, but squelched the desire.   Pa had enough on his plate with Ma adding his broken soul to the mix would be cruel.
There was no sound but the falling rain for a long moment, Nathaniel drank in the scent of it, letting it chase away the lingering odor of the dinner left behind. As he tried to brace himself for the return, his father patted his shoulder. “Okay, Son, there will be plenty of time to visit later. Let’s get you out of the rain and into something dry.”
Relieved he accepted Pa’s hand and let him pull him up behind him on the horse he was riding bareback. A short time later the horse pulled up. “Well look at that,” his father said.
Nathaniel looked and saw a wagon sitting on the road; it was the same one Pa was trying to get unstuck earlier. It had been moved out of the mud and was resting on the grass nearby. “Kindness of strangers,” Pa said. “Do you mind hooking the horse back up? We might as well take it back home. I’ll double check the cargo to make sure kindness didn’t have sticky fingers.”
A scent of grave moss reached Nathaniel’s nose and he smiled. Soon he had the horse back into the harness and climbed into the seat beside Pa. A short time later they pulled up to a small farmhouse; there was a garden growing between it and a barn. “The room in the barn loft isn’t made up,” Pa said. “We didn’t expect you back from the elves so soon. The Light must have been guiding your path. When you’re more awake I’ll want to hear the story of the rescue of your sister.”
“That makes two of us,” Nathaniel thought silently, aloud he said, “It’s okay Pa, I know where to find the linens, and I could sleep on a pile of straw anyhow.” The barn was too small for the tack room they had back in Darrowmere instead they had built a small apartment into the hayloft, that had been the room he and Foster shared. “Need help with the wagon?”
“I’ll take care of it later,” his father said, “The tarps protect the boxes from the rain. You head on in; I’ll join you shortly and then head back to Argus and Jenna before they send out a search party.”
Nathaniel nodded and walked into the barn, the smell of hay and animals greeted them. There was a dairy cow in one of the stalls, the other two were empty. Climbing up the ladder to the loft he walked around the bales of hay and pulled back the curtain that closed off the small apartment. The room smelled musty. There were two windows, he opened both. Then unbolting a cedar chest he took out some sheets and a quilt and made the double bed that took up a majority of the room. Fluffing the pillows and slipping some cases on them, he tossed them on the bed as well. Looking at the clean bed, he sighed and grabbed a towel. Once outside he stripped off his mail pants and the leggings underneath, and then made quick use of the shower behind the house. Afterwards when he returned to the room wrapped in a towel he found Pa sitting on the bed, a plate with a sandwich resting beside him and a glass of milk on the corner of the chest. After tossing his dirty clothes on the floor, Nathaniel said, “Thanks, been awhile since I’ve eaten bread.”
“Well eat up and then get some rest,” Pa standing. “We can talk more later; you are planning to stay for a while, my wanderlust son?”
“Yes, Sir,” Nathaniel said, “If that is okay?”
“Of course,” Pa said, “I’m sure Supervisor Raelen will have a job for you at the mill, we can always use a strong back.”
“I’ll check with her in the morning,” Nathaniel said.
“It can wait a few days,” his father said, suddenly he stepped forward and pulled Nathaniel into a tight embrace. The elf returned it, trying hard not to cling too tightly. “I’ve missed you, you left without saying goodbye. After all these years …”
“I left a note,” Nathaniel said sheepishly, “I hate goodbyes.” Just then, his stomach grumbled loudly.
“Eat the sandwich then get some sleep, son,” his father said.
Nathaniel nodded and sat down on the bed; he waited until Pa left and then moved the sandwich to the top of the chest beside the glass of milk. As hungry as he was, there was little he could do about the food sitting before him. Exhausted he climbed between the sheets and waited for slumber to take him. The minutes ticked by as his hand absently played with the fabric of the sheet. “Damn it,” he whispered. “It’s okay you can sleep alone, you have to do this.”
When sleep still refused to come, he tried his best to just relax and give his body rest.   Below him he heard a moo and then the scent of decay reached him and he smiled. He listened to the heavy footsteps climb up the ladder and a moment later the curtain was pushed back. “What happened to tonight behind the barn?” Nathaniel asked his brother.
“Got bored waiting,” Foster said, “You look like hell, what happened?”
“Stew was for dinner,” Nathaniel said.
“And?” Foster said sitting down and picking up the sandwich, he broke off a piece. “Open,” he said. Nathaniel’s lips parted and Foster placed the bite inside his mouth. “Swallow.”
After he had chewed up the bite, Nathaniel replied, “It smelled just like the stew you gave me back in my cell and then made me eat it again after you …” he shuddered and looked down at his hands. “I couldn’t stay after that.”
“Open,” Foster said, Nathaniel’s lips parted and another bite was sat inside. “Swallow, you can’t run forever Baby Brother, talk to Pa, he can help.”
“I can’t!” Nathaniel cried, “You should see Ma, she’s so frail and sick …” Foster looked startled at his comment. “They thought Sara had died and after losing you it was too much for her. I can’t add my burden to his shoulders; I’ll figure it out on my own.”
“Open,” Foster said, “how is Sara and the babe? Swallow.”
After his mouth was clear Nathaniel replied, “Doing well, little Violet already has a dark head of hair, too early to tell if it will be curly like her momma yet. Sara did fantastic and is resting at Jenna’s.”
“I’m glad,” Foster said, “hopefully they can take care of the marks on her face and she can stop living in the shadows.”
Nathaniel nodded his agreement and after he had finished the milk and sandwich, Foster put down the plate and then sat down cross-legged on the ground and patted his lap. “Bring the blanket here,” he said, “one final time let me help you go to sleep and keep the demons at bay.”
Nathaniel did as he asked and settled in with a sigh, his hand moved back and held onto Foster’s ponytail. “Baby Brother,” Foster said gently, “I won’t be here when you wake, it’s time to say goodbye.”
Nathaniel shook his head, “Not goodbye,” he said, “See you later, Big Brother, you stay safe out there in the snow. I won’t be there to watch your back … I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” Foster said, “I want you here safe, knowing that will make what I have to do easier. Stay here, stay safe and watch over the family for me. If what you say is true about Ma, then Pa will need you even more. I love you, Baby Brother.”
“Love you too, Big Brother,” Nathaniel yawned and closed his eyes. “Stay with me until I fall asleep.”
“I’ll stay as long as I can,” Foster whispered. “Goodbye, Nathaniel, dream happy dreams.”
The elf couldn’t stop the tears falling from his cheeks. But he did fulfill his brother’s wish and dreamt of the time they were teenagers and the fall dance at Corin’s Crossing. At least it started that way; he awoke in a cold sweat as the dancers had become ghouls before him. The room was dark, though moonlight came through the open windows and he was alone in the bed. He felt something in his hand and lifting it up into the light he saw long ivory hairs. Foster’s ponytail, his brother had cut it off. It was the same as the wagon earlier, one last token of love. Knowing sleep was done for tonight, Nathaniel scrounged around and found a leather hair tie. He used it to wrap around the top of the ponytail. Afterwards he sat down on the bed, his back up against the corner of the room, the blanket that still smelled like Foster wrapped around him. His hand ran through the silken threads of the ponytail waiting for dawn to come and pondering the answers he’d give his family.
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