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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 Forty-One – Nahoan Suntouched, Age 21
Watching the trolls from above Nahoan kept himself hidden behind the branches of a tree. Captain Brightwing was right there was something definitely amiss at Tor'Watha. Unless the Shadowpine Trolls had started mating like rabbits these past months, they were gathering. There were mountains to the north and south of the troll fort and the Forbidding Sea to the east, which left the western path for them to take should they attack Silvermoon. Lying smack dab in the middle of that route was the Farstrider Retreat. Nahoan counted the scouting party, six … four hunters, another carrying a long deadly looking spear and shield, the final one he guessed to be a shaman by the charms attached to her robe. They were making their way through the forest, approaching the East Sanctum.
The six trolls wouldn't have been a problem for his squad, had he been with them and not out hunting on his own. He had caught wind of the invaders while trailing a doe and decided to see what they were up to and report back to his Captain. At least then he would be useful to the Farstrider. As the clashes with trolls intensified these past months his noticeable lack of resolve was becoming a thorn in his squad's functionality. Nahoan knew his time with the group of elves he considered his friends was drawing to an end. For all their training, encouragement and frustration he couldn't conquer his vice about taking another's life. Halduron had put him on probation for the final time after the last mission and his arrow had failed to strike true. It was only a matter of time now before the Ranger-General made it official and sent him back to his father.
Brix Suntouched would welcome his son and surely teach him all there was to know about the art of making wine. What little of the Sunwell he had embraced this past year would be lost under that lifestyle. Keeping up silently with the trolls he took the bow from his shoulder. He could easily pick off two of the hunters before they pinpointed his location, with two dead comrades they may even flee without countering. He brought an arrow up to sight and focused on the closest troll, a male with bright red hair and giant tusks on either side of his mouth. It was an easy shot, the troll would die instantly, and never knowing what hit him. Just then his mark let out a hearty chuckle laughing at something his companion had said. They laugh, they cry, they live just as he does. The white and red banners of the Eastern Sanctum came into view; the troll party adjusted their gate slightly moving more methodically.
Lying three arrows across the bowstring and holding his weapon horizontally he drew back, and after adjusting the arrows slightly with his fingertips he let go. They flew true, one catching the hunter he had in sights earlier in the shoulder, the others struck the back and side of two more trolls. They let out cries and Nahoan saw one of the hunters motion toward his hiding spot. He was already moving when arrows struck the tree where he had been. Dropping to the ground he began to run, the sound of the trolls close behind.
"Well that was part one of my brilliant plan," he thought to himself. "Now would be a good time to come up with part two." He led them away from the Sanctum and back toward the river. It was also toward Tor'Watha which became painfully evident when he stumbled across a second troll scouting party. They were startled providing him a moment to spin in a different direction and keep running. The trolls giving chase were shouting in excitement. It wasn't often a High Elf was foolish enough to be caught alone in the woods.
Something hot exploded his shoulder and he looked down to see an arrowhead sticking out. It wasn't a fatal blow, there was no doubt in his mind they would prefer a live prisoner to torture and then probably eat. A burning sensation exploded from the injury, not having been shot before he couldn't say that it wasn't normal but it sure didn't feel like just an arrow wound. He was wondering about poison when he felt his arm grow numb.
"Of course," he mumbled.
At that moment he heard the song of a goldfinch, which was echoed by tree swallow and finally a nightingale. At the same time he came up to the river and ran out of shelter. He turned around holding his useless arm as the trolls spread out around him; there were a dozen of them. The shaman approached. "It burns don't it mon?" she said. "The chill it be creeping up your body, goin' to reach your head soon. You come with us, mon, there be an antidote back at my hut." Taking a step back his boot got wet from the river. "You can't swim like that, mon," she said, "you sink like a rock."
Suddenly there was a shrill whistle. It startled the trolls and sent a message to the elf, find cover … now! There was only one option and he dove into the river. As he hit the water he heard the sound of arrows flying and the angry shouts from the trolls. His left side useless he used his legs to propel himself across the water. To most elves across the river led to Blackened Woods, but for him it was Silvermoon if he could make it. There he could find care and the Farstriders wouldn't have to worry, if they still possessed the patience to do so. He was almost to shore when a strong arm wrapped around him from behind. "I got you, Baby," Ranger Helios said as he brought them to the riverbank.
"No you don't," Nahoan said as his feet touched the ground for a moment and then he was falling. He landed with a splash in the Court of the Sun's fountain. He laid there for a moment his shoulder aching something fierce. Afterwards he struggled out of the fountain; a nearby bench was as far as he could make it. Sitting down he reached back and grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pushed it forward, grunting as the rest of the arrowhead broke through his chest. He heard someone scream but it sounded far away as his vision started to blur.
"Nahoan …" he ignored the familiar voice as he took out a dagger and went to cut the arrowhead off. If he could just get it off, he could pull the arrow out. "Nathaniel!" That caused him to pause, that was a name he hadn't heard in a while. Blinking he looked over at the woman kneeling in front of him.
"Ma?" he whispered confused as the poison worked its way through his body.
"No, child," the woman said taking the dagger from him and making quick work of the arrowhead. "Priestess Belestra, do you remember me? You, Guardian, hold him … grip him tight." A strong arm wrapped around him from behind pinning him to the bench, before he could ask why Belestra pulled the arrow out and he screamed.
She placed her hands on either side of his shoulder. "I've stopped the bleeding, please help me take him to the Spire, the poison is spreading we'll have to work quickly if we want to save him."
"How did he end up here with a troll arrow in him?" A man asked, "Are we under attack?"
"Stop with your foolishness," Belestra snapped back, "he's a Farstrider this is what they do every day so you can sit safe within the walls. And because of them you have nothing to worry about … now help me, damn it."
He wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, he wasn't scared of dying. Nahoan was just tired of causing people to fret … he bet Ma was worried something fierce. Forcing himself to stay conscious he was carried up the steps of the Spire and into the priest training quarters. There he was laid out on a table, his armor quickly removed. He gasped for breath; his lungs seemed unable to draw air in.
"It's reaching his vital organs," Belestra said, "We need to purge it now." Through fading sight he saw elves surround the table, each laid a hand on him. "This is going to hurt. I'm sorry Nahoan, but we have to move quickly."
He screamed as his body seemed to explode, they drew the poison straight out of him, it seeped from his pores. His skin felt like it was burning with a thousand fire ants feasting on him. "I know … I'm sorry, be strong," Belestra said.
"Teacher, how can there be so much venom from a tiny arrow?" a man asked.
"It's in his bloodstream we have to eliminate the corrupt blood," Belestra replied. "Careful, no one touch the secretion."
"We're removing too much blood," someone said, Nahoan wished he could focus more but it was so hard.
"Stay with us, Nahoan," Belestra ordered. "We can replace the blood after we've finished the cleansing."
"His heart is weakening."
Over Belestra he saw his father standing, the one he left back in Darrowmere Forest. He reached toward him. "Pa …"
"Be strong, my son," the wraith whispered. "Your family needs you." Their hands touched and darkness took him.
Shouting awoke him. He was as weak as a newborn and it took an effort to make his eyelids open. He was lying in a dark room, on a soft bed. There was a door open and in the light he saw Belestra and Halduron arguing.
"You are not taking him," she was saying. "He needs rest."
"He can rest at the Retreat," his commander replied, "in the arms of those who have watched his ass these past months."
"And you did such a lovely job," Belestra replied coolly.
"We can't keep him imprisoned his entire life," Halduron shot back. "He has a spirit which needs to be free."
"Sir," Nahoan said drawing their attention to him.
"Ranger Suntouched," Halduron said walking over. "You gave us quite a scare, how are you feeling?'
'Pathetic," Nahoan replied. "I saw a scouting party of trolls headed to the East Sanctum. Their intent looked to be more than just reconnaissance so I attacked them to draw them away."
"Ranger Hawkspear's squad had been trailing them as well," Halduron replied. "I'm surprised you didn't see that. Though, they didn't see you either … you gave them quite the surprise when you struck. They had been waiting for backup; thank the Sunwell we and Sungaze's unit were close to lend a hand."
"So it was all for naught," he said softly, turning away, "figures."
"He stays," Belestra said again.
"Then so do we," Halduron replied letting out a nightingale call. Nahoan watched as his squad entered. Swiftwind and Solanna hurried over to him, after reassuring touches and friendly kisses they slid out of their clothing and into their customary places in bed. With Solanna spooning him from behind and Swiftwind curled up in front of him.
"A little smaller than back home," Helios said as he removed his clothing and climbed in behind Swiftwind, bending forward to kiss Nahoan on the forehead before laying an arm across the group. "Glad you're still with us, Baby."
"The bed isn't designed to hold so many," Belestra sighed.
"We'll make it work," Halduron said as he climbed into the bed behind Solanna, he too brushed his lips against Nahoan's cheek. "Sleep now, Ranger, your family is here." He laid an arm across the party.
All the doubts and fears he had moments ago left him, within the warm embrace of those that loved him. Wrapping his fingers around Solanna's he closed his eyes and did as his commander asked, he slept.
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