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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Our first time skip, the history blurb prior to the story is to help you figure out where in the Warcraft timeline the story takes place. The events mentioned may or may not have any actual play in the tale itself.

In year 598 of the King's Calendar – A year has passed since the orc-assassin killed King Llane of Stormwind, and orcs overtook the city. King Terenas of Lordaeron calls the other human kings together to discuss the Horde and Stormwind. Backed by Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, he moves that the humans unite to save the Stormwind people and remove the Horde from the land. Kul Tiras, Dalaran and Alterac are agreeable, while Gilneas and Stromgarde are hesitant. The orcs move north into Khaz Modan, and the Ironforge dwarves contact the humans for help. The dwarves of Ironforge and their allies, the gnomes, join the Alliance. The high elves, longtime allies of the human nations, add their bows and magic to the growing arsenal. The Wildhammer dwarves, due to Horde aggression and high elf appeal, also join. The Second War begins.
Chapter Six - Thomas Conway, Age 30
The wind felt good against his sweat soaked skin, he was glad for the moment of refreshment as well as the rain clouds that the current was bringing in. "Let's hurry up and finish getting this field planted," he said to the man raking soil over the seeds he was scattering.
"The rain is much needed," the other replied. He stood up from his backbreaking work and wiped a handkerchief over his own sweaty brow.
Grant Paxton and his wife Rosemary had been working for Thomas for the past few months. They were refugees from Stormwind, driven out by orcs when the city fell. Their arrival had been well timed; with four small ones under her feet Norah had little chance to help him in the fields that had grown to include corn and a small apple orchard. The farmhouse had also grown it was now two stories, though it didn't have the library or sewing room he promised his wife five years ago. It did however have proper bedrooms for the boys, Janice, a nursery for the three year old twins, Sara and Jenna, as well as a suitable bedroom for their parents.
The Paxtons dined with them for now and slept in what had been the tack room in the barn. They were working on building them a cottage, when the fields allowed, so they could live like civilized folks.
"Wags come on boy!"
The shout came from the direction of the house, Thomas and Grant watched as Foster and the dog in question ran toward them. Trailing behind the dark headed boy was his fair haired and skinned brother. No matter how much time the child was in the sun, he remained pale.
"Foster, wait for your brother!" Thomas yelled.
He could see the seven-year-old's eyes roll as he paused, then grabbing Nathaniel's hand hurried toward field, practically dragging his brother behind him. Once they reached him, Foster let go and climbed over the fence surrounding the field. Nathaniel crawled under the lowest bar, dusting his hands against his pants as he stood.
"How was school today?" Grant asked as he went back to raking.
"It went okay, I guess, sir," Foster said with a shrug. "I learn more from Ma and Pa though."
Thomas patted him on the head and then handed Foster the pail with the wheat seeds, there was only a handful left. "Can you finish this pass for me? Just keep throwing it until you reach the fence there at the end of the row." Scooping down he picked Nathaniel up, he kissed the fair cheek leaving behind a smudge of dirt.
"Papa!" Arms that were just now losing their baby fat hugged him around the neck.
"Hey, kiddo, you been good for your ma?" Thomas asked.
"Yes, Papa," Nathaniel answered. "I helped make bread!"
"I bet that will be tasty," Thomas said as he walked over to a fence post and standing Nathaniel on it, he turned around so his son could hold onto him from behind, piggyback style. The child weighed nothing, and held on easily that Thomas could continue working. He grabbed a second rake and helped Grant finish burying the last of the seeds.
"Scary-Crow keep the birds away, right Papa?" Nathaniel asked.
"That's scarecrow," Foster corrected with a smirk as he walked back with his empty pail.
Only Thomas could hear the frustrated sigh from Nathaniel, as his little hands tightened a bit around his neck. "Yes," he replied. "The Scary-Crow will keep our fields safe," he said. "You boys did a great job decorating this one. I doubt we'll see any crows from here to Stratholme."
Grant took the rake from his hand. "I'll finish up here," he said. "Why don't you and the boys head back and get washed up. I'll see you at dinner."
"Alright," Thomas said. "If you don't mind …"
"I'm your hired hand not the other way around," Grant replied with a smile. "You could try to be a bit more commanding."
"Are you saying I'm too soft?" Thomas asked with a grin. It was hard if not impossible to treat Grant as anything but an equal, he and his wife were slightly older than he.
"I'm saying for a boss I could have done a lot worse," Grant said. "Thanks for taking me and Rosemary in, just want to do right by you."
"You have many times over already, my friend," Thomas said. Then with a nod of his head he took Foster's hand and walked back to the house.
They had installed an outdoor shower which Thomas made quick use of; there was no way to heat the water so it was chilly and straight out of the well. However, on days like today it felt good. He soaped up and rinsed off, frowning at the stubble he found on his cheeks, he'd have to shave soon. Norah never seemed in 'the mood' when he was scratchy as she liked to call him. Wrapping a towel around himself he stepped out of the shower. Foster and Nathaniel were playing in the sandbox nearby, he came out just in time to watch Foster dump a bucket of sand over his brother's head.
"Foster Wilson Conway!" Norah shouted from the porch. His wife seemed more upset than Nathaniel who just shook his head, showering his brother and went back to playing. His wife marched over to Foster. "Tell him you're sorry!"
"Sorry …" Foster mumbled.
"It's okay," Nathaniel replied not looking up from where he was digging in the sand with a stick.
Norah swatted Foster on the bottom with the wooden spoon she held. "Playtime is over for you, young man, get yourself inside."
As Foster ran pass him, Thomas could see the young man was livid. He would have to have a talk with his eldest. However, he had a more pressing matter to attend to. Norah was busy clucking and fussing over Nathaniel as she tried to unsuccessfully get the sand out of his hair. "I have him, my wife," he said as he picked up his son who let out a giggle.
"Papa wet!"
"As will you be in a moment," he said, returning to the shower room.
Nathaniel was not as happy as Thomas had been with the cold water but as was his nature he didn't complain and let his father wash him down. Thomas noticed a bruise on the pale backside. "Did you fall down?" he asked.
Nathaniel shook his head as his fingers played with the ring on the chain around his neck, a sign that he was nervous. Thomas turned the shower off and knelt down wrapping his son in a fresh towel. "How did you get the ouchie?" he asked.
"I was bad …" Nathaniel whispered.
Thomas was taken back, hearing Nathaniel being bad was about as surprising as hearing a cat bark, the boy had the most gentle and mild manner. "What did you do?" he asked.
"I broke it …" Nathaniel burst out in tears. "It was an accident, it was up on a shelf, and I knew I shouldn't touch it … I just wanted to see … Foster got mad …"
"Wait," Thomas said. "Foster did this?"
"I was bad," Nathaniel said, "bad boys get spanked."
A torment of emotions went through Thomas's mind, from rage to despair. Jealousy was common among siblings; he had hoped the boys would forge a relationship that blood denied them. Gathering Nathaniel up in his arms he hugged him close. "You're a good boy, my son, such a good boy."
Carrying his son into the house he sat him down, Norah and Rosemary were working in the kitchen, Janice and the twins were playing on the floor as Foster sat sulking at the table. "Foster come with me," Thomas said. "Nathaniel, you go get dressed for dinner, be careful going up the stairs your feet may be wet."
"Yes, Papa," Nathaniel replied.
Thomas motioned for Foster to follow him back to Norah and his bedroom. As he got dressed the child leaned against the wall with a look mixed between defiance and fear. As his fingers grasped his belt he paused and Foster took a deep breath. "Bad boys get spanked," Thomas said, as he slipped the belt through his loops of his pants. "That is what Nathaniel told me."
The look of guilt was written all over Foster's face. "He broke my toy soldier the one I got for my birthday!" he finally shouted.
"You know he adores you," Thomas said calmly. "He wants to be just like you …"
"I hate him!" Foster shouted. "Everyone loves him, he's such a baby!'
"I love you, Foster," Thomas said calmly. "I know being the big brother isn't always that much fun … but someday you'll understand. I need to be able to count on you to protect and watch out for not only Nathaniel but the girls."
Foster didn't reply and looked down at his shoes.
"How can I make it easier for you, my son?" Thomas asked.
The child looked confused for a moment. "Everywhere I go it's me and Nathaniel, when I go out to play it's me and Nathaniel, when we go to town it's me and Nathaniel, when I go to bed it's me and Nathaniel …" As he talked the anger left his voice.
"We don't have the means of adding any more bedrooms," Thomas said. "I'll talk to your ma and see if we move your brother's bed in with Janice for the time being. In the long run it makes more sense for you two boys to room together but if you need a breather, I'll see what I can do."
Foster looked up at his father surprised, he had expected to be punished or yelled at, instead he had gotten reason and an avenue for the anger that had been eating at him.
"Alright," Thomas said heading for the door. "Dinner is about ready, but before I let you go there is one more thing …"
"Yes, Pa?" Foster asked.
"If you ever strike your brother or any of sisters again, I'll return the favor tenfold. You may not like it but you are to protect them from harm, not inflict it upon them." He didn't wait for a reply and walked out into the hall and into the kitchen to speak to Norah about the new living arrangements.
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