Part 9

I have no idea on how long we just stood there holding each other. But it didn't matter I had finally been united with my older brother and I would never let him go again. Chris was there too and that made me even happier. Today I had been reunited with two brothers instead of one like I had always dreamed. There was a call from outside and I felt sad as Wes moved back.

"Come in", he called and into the tent came that Blaine guy. He stared at the three of us, his mouth hanging open. My older brother rolled his eyes.

"What is it Blaine", he asked.

"You are not wearing the mask anymore", he said.

"So clever of you to point that out mister obvious", Wes said with a fond smile. "Now what is it?"

"Everyone is eager to know what will happen to the guy that attacked you. Will he be thrown out? Whipped? Punched? Lose a finger?"

I felt my brother straighten up.

"Is this what people want", he asked and Blaine nodded. "Then I'll set them straight. Chris, Mike with me." He stalked out of the tent and Chris and I followed. Blaine scrambled after us as well and I saw him grab Chris' arm, but Wes sent him a glare and Blaine let go and hurried to join the mass of people in front of us. I noticed the New Directions look confused. From the distance I could just make out Thad say:

"The King of Thieves does not have one face."

Wes stepped onto a stone so that everyone could see him and he could see everyone.

"Mike will not be punished for his actions", he said in a tone of voice that left no room for arguing. "There was a misunderstanding going on. The jacket I wear I stole from a soldier, another soldier that had stolen it from me before. You all know where I came from, yes I was a soldier for Sue but I deserted her. The reason rage built up in Mike is because the jacket he saw was the same as his older brother owns. Me."

A lot of murmurs spread and Wes held a hand up and everyone became quiet.

"We got new members today", he said. "And two of them… are my brothers. Chris, Mike and I are brothers by blood and I will not stand for any mistreating of them because Mike misunderstood me. I never punish for misunderstandings, proved misunderstandings, you all know this. So this is not some unfair thing. If I catch anyone talking bad about my blood relatives I will not be as merciful. Have I made myself clear?"

Murmurs were heard.

"I said", Wes growled. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes your Highness!" the group roared and Wes rolled his eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that!" he snapped and the camp started to chuckle. Wes smiled and turned to us.

"Come", he said. "Let's go rejoin the others."

We walked back to the campfire but this time Wes sat between Chris and I and we sat so close to him our shoulders were touching.

"Yo Goldhaven psycho", Santana called to us and I looked up.

"Are you talking to me or Chris", I asked.

"Anyone, but you answered so let's say you", she said and smirked at me.

"What do you want Santana", I asked.

"Your brother is hawt", she said and sent a flirty look at my older brother he just snorted.

"Thanks girl", he said. "But I do not lay with children."

"Oh excuse me", she said. "Did you just call me a child?"

"You are", my brother said. "Everyone in your company save Joe are children. You are naïve to the world. You will only be a grownup when you learn the cold truth of war. You cannot win a war against pure evil without killing. Sad but true. I have tried and look where it got me. Believed dead by my family and former comrades, living like a thief in the night, fighting in a battle that really isn't mine but has become so over the years. I have not been a child since I was 12. By the age of 15 I laid dying in my own blood, but by the mercy of some goddess or god I survived and I intend to stop other children from having that experience. But sadly it means that I must kill to stop the killing."

"Then that only makes you a hypocrite", Schue said.

"Sadly a little bit yes", Wes said calmly and but he still looked proud and I felt immense pride build up in me as well. "But unlike you and your naïve bunch of rebels Schue I and my rebels know what must be done to succeed."

"We do too", Rachel objected. "Any conflict can be sorted by talking it through and-"

"You talk a lot of crap hobbit", Santana said.

"Oi don't use hobbits as insults", Blaine said and clearly looked upset.

"Why not", Santana asked. "It's not as if they exist."

"And you know this how", my brother asked her and I felt myself staring at him.

"Excuse me", Santana asked.

"How do you know they don't exist?" Wes asked calmly.

"No one has ever seen one so that must mean they don't exist."

"Have you ever seen your brain?"

"No…"

"Then it clearly can't exist."

"Oooooh", the guys in the ND and Chris and I said. Santana stared at my brother but he ignored her.

"Fact is there are lots of people in this world that look like us but are far more than us", he said.

"What do you mean", I asked.

"There are other beings out there", Wes told me. "Elves, dwarves, hobbits, mermaids, dryads, naiads, gods, goddesses, witches, wizards… you name it and it's there."

"Have you ever seen an elf", Rory asked curiously and my brother smiled.

"I think so", he said.

"What", I asked.

"For you to understand", he told me. "I need you to know what happened that year I disappeared."

I turned to him full and noticed Chris do the same. A lot of people actually gathered around, because we were about to get the story about how the King of Thieves came to be.

TBC Sorry for shortness but I want Wes' story to be its own chapter/chapters.