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Jonathan:

Over the years Jonathan received many chances to resolve his anger, to let go of his hate. To let his bitterness die, but he refused to let it go. He couldn’t let it go. It was somehow a part of him, a part of him he didn’t want to let go. The Longtreaders deserved the worst. They deserved to live like he did, in agony, longing for the ones that were unjustly taken from them. But instead they hid, and he mourned. He withdrew into himself, seeking things that would help him forget, but nothing did.

Jo:

“Dad what was mom like? Was she tan, I seem to remember a tan doe holding me,” Jo asked, smiling as he looked up from his bow. He was waxing the string and reading a book.

His dad was sitting in a chair staring into the fire. His father stiffened, took a drink from a bottle and said, “No! Your mother was brown, beautiful, so young, all of them…” His father trialed off.

“All of who dad? Did I have siblings? Were we always alone? Who is the tan doe I remember?”

“Just be quiet, please Jo! All you need to know is the Longtreaders are the reason for all this. For your mother’s death and everything else that has happened, understood?” His father turned and looked at him, his eyes wide and angry.

Jo nodded. “Good now work on your bow, remember the only way for the lowborn to rise is through great glory. Ambition is the food of glory.” His father then stood and went to his room.

Jo continued waxing his bow string, then he checked his arrows, cleaned his quiver, and fell asleep by the fire.

Many years later:

He twitched his ears as he heard repeated knocking on the door. He rolled over and put a pillow on his head. “Jo, would you get the door?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he said as he swung his feet out of bed.

One of those hard-round decorative pillows, which seemed to have no purpose to him, hit the back of his head. “Ouch, what was that for?” he asked looking back.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me princess,” Emma said scowling at him.

He shook his head and stood looking down at his clothes. He was still wearing his uniform, but at least he hadn’t slept with his sword or quiver on. The knock sounded again.

“I’m coming,” He said impatiently. He looked over to see Emma looking at him with her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised. She was dressed and making the bed. “I’m going.” Jo said as he walked toward the door. He then looked back at her and said, “Princess.” With a smirk.

Another one of those pillows flew at him and he ducked, then opened the door. A mass of arms, legs, and tiny fingers engulfed him. He fell to the floor where they climbed all over him screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” In his ears.

He tried to get them off but there were too many. “Emma, help! I’m being attacked by a pack of hooligans.”

Emma was laughing and waved her hand dismissively at him as she said, “That’s what happens when you’re gone for more than two days.”

“What the hooligans attack?” Jo said as tried to get to his feet. He was tackled again and fell to the floor with humph.

“Okay that’s enough off your dad,” Emma said giving them a stern look. The children squealed and backed away quickly.

Jo sighed. Then he sat up and looked at the kids. “Okay, now come give dad a hug like civilized rabbits.” They all made to dash for him. “One at a time.” They stopped and looked at each other. Jo shook his head then said, “Come here Alice.” A grey doe with a white nose came and hugged him. “Alexander Rake.” He said next and her twin brother came and hugged him, they were the oldest. Then Emmie, who looked like her mother, then Joey, who looked like him. And last was Ruby, the little red cutie.

When he had hugged them all he looked at them and said, “Where’s the baby?” He raised an eyebrow.

Alice smiled and then ran off. He felt a tug on his pants and looked down at Emmie. “Ju-Ju was still sleeping.” He picked her up and cuddled her, feeling happy. Emma often got mad at him, saying he spoiled the kids, but he wanted them to have a different childhood then he had had. He had been more afraid of his father than anything and he didn’t want that for his kids, he wanted them to know that they were loved, no matter what.

Alice came back with little Jupiter Picket, since Picket had named one of his sons Jo it seemed only fair. He held his youngest son and smiled at Emma. Then another knock, he sighed. Then opened the door.

It was a messenger. The messenger smiled and said, nervously, “Sorry to bother you Captain Shanks, but this was given to me to give to you.” The messenger held out a note. Jo passed Jupiter to Alexander and took the note. Emma walked over laying a hand on his shoulder, “Are leaving again? If so, can’t my brother let me have my husband…” “No, at least this isn’t from Smalls, its from a doe. Who gave this to you?” Jo asked looking at the messenger.

“An older doe in the Citadel of Dreams said to give it to you, said she would explain things when you came.” The messenger cleared his throat and added, “It was just her and an older buck at the table. She seemed anxious I deliver it right away.”

Jo shook his head trying to understand the note in his hand. Emma read it out loud over his shoulder, “Hello Jo! It has been a long time since I have heard the name Shanks and it fills my heart with joy to hear it again. I have missed you and wish to fulfil a promise I once made you. Please if you will come meet me in the Citadel of Dreams, I will be there for a week. If you don’t want to come, I understand. What does it mean Jo?” Emma asked, clearly perplexed.

“I don’t know but I’ll go and find out,” Jo said heading out the door.

Emma grabbed his arm, “You’re not going alone?” Her voice trembled slightly.

He smiled and shook his head, “Nah, I’ll take Cole and Pick, the three Fowlers at it again.” He smiled at her kissed her on the forehead and waved goodbye to the kids.

After rounding up Cole which wasn’t hard and persuading Picket to come, which was hard, they arrived at the Citadel of Dreams. “Do we even know who were looking for?” Picket asked.

“An old doe and an old buck,” Jo said, opening the door as he added, “That simple.”

Picket shook his head and Cole muttered, “It’s never that simple.”

Jo scanned the room trying to figure out which of the many older couples it was. He wasn’t going to say it, but Cole was right, this was not going to be simple. Couldn’t the doe have said something like; if you would like to meet me send the messenger back to bring me to the castle. He walked toward the bar where Cap stood. He waved and smiled trying to catch his eye, it worked.

“Well if it ain’t Captain Sunshine, Lord Blackstar, and Shanks, how are y’all doing? Long time since I’ve seen the three of you in here together.” Cap’s greeting was loud, good!

Jo looked the room over and saw two heads raised. They locked eyes and the doe got up running towards him, when she got to him, she hugged him.

“Oh, Jo! Jo, how tall you have gotten. Oh, you don’t know how I missed you.” Jo looked to Picket and Cole for help they just shrugged, some back up they were.

“I’m sorry miss…” Jo left it hanging. The doe didn’t answer just hugged him, gentle sobs shaking her small frame.

But the buck spoke, “Tawny, her name is Tawny, and I am Darren.” The buck smiled and added, “We were friends of your father and uncles, Tawny was also your mother’s best friend.”

Jo looked down at the doe who now stepped back, her fur was mainly grey, with some light tawny tan peeping out here and there. “Dear Lea,” Tawny said wiping at her eyes, “She gave her life for you! Saved you from the wolves. And your uncles…”

“I didn’t have any uncles,” Jo said shaking his head.

“Jonathan never told you?” Tawny said, her eyes wide, then she shook her head, “Of course not, it hurt him too much and it wasn’t something he had to tell. Lea, he had to explain, because she was your mother, but your uncles that one he buried deep.”

Jo thought back to his dad and the conversations they had had about his mom, there were not many. “Wait,” He said looking at the doe, “I remember a tan doe holding me when I was little was…”

Tawny nodded taking a deep breath. “Yes, I helped take care of you for a while, till your father told me to leave. It broke my heart and yours, but I promised you that day that I would see you again, and I have kept my promise.”

She smiled at him and Jo smiled back. Tawny then sat down wiping at the tears in her eyes. “Now, would you and your friends like to hear all about your father and uncles. Oh, they did great things and were true till the end. Josiah, oh how I loved him, and Joseph, how sweet and gentle, and of course Jonathan, the Shanks triplets, inseparable they were. But before I start what about your father? Did he ever change?”

“I don’t know what he was like when you knew him, but he was very sad, bitter towards the Longtreaders.” Jo glanced at Picket. “And…” Jo fumbled to a stop.

“Same as he was when I left, but a least he didn’t ruin you!” Tawny patted Jo’s hand and said, “I’ll tell you all I know, and it will help. Your father wasn’t always like that and once you know his story, you’ll better understand his pain.”

The End!

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