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Johnathan leaves for the War

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Who: Dorian and Johnathan Carver
When: Summer 1779
What: Dorian and his father talk for the last time.

It was the summer of 1779, The girls were sleeping, both were eight. Dorian had left the two assistants to work the store. Today was a big day and as much as he had been looking forward to it part of him was terrified. He had never fully seen eye to eye with his father, Johnathan always had it so easy just living off his wife, and then son's hard work. Drinking away everything the family brought in, and now here he was walking out of the bedroom that would soon be Dorian's dressed in a brilliant blue coat, and his son's finest white ruffled shirt.

"Alexander, do I look alright?" He could hear nervousness he had never heard in his father's voice before. Standing from the couch Dorian sat the ledger book down and made his way over to the man. Standing before his father who still was so much taller then him. Dorian currently stuff at six even, he would grow two more inches before he finished growing that year, but his father was six four. He had always been a giant in Dorian's eyes.

His father always called him by his middle name unless Dorian made a fuss about it. "Yes, father. You look fine." He spoke as he reached out to fix a button that was misplaced and adjust his fathers collar. "You will do fine, you're quite the capable fighter, no more bar brawls. A real battle for you." He spoke trying to be encouraging.

It had been many years since Dorian had first read the pages of his mothers journal, he knew his father was not who he claimed but who was he to question the man? His mother had loved this man who kidnapped her from her boring life in England. He knew he was the son of a unwed couple posing as married, a stolen nobleman's wife, and a pirate. And even his aunt and uncle never spoke of it, no one knew he knew. And yet in this moment he couldn't glare or think badly of the man.

He knew in his heart he would never see his father again. Even if he didn't fall in battle, he knew Johnathan would never return to Tarrytown. "You'll be just fine, promise to write me." He spoke looking to his father, brown hair and brown green eyes. Dorian's hair was much darker then his father's but he was still the spitting image of his father even with different shade of hair and skin. None could deny the tall young man was the drunkards son.

"I will, and are you sure you can handle the girls and everything? I will worry endlessly." Johnathan spoke as Dorian gave a silly smile.

"Of course I can, father. Look who you are talking too." He spoke, his father mirrored the smile before rolling his eyes.

"Oh, yes. I forgot." He lied as he leaned forward and pulled his son into an awkward embrace, it took Dorian a moment to hug Johnathan back. "I'll miss you Alexander, please don't think to harshly of me for abandoning you. I want to see my children and one day your children when you finally settle down, grow up in a country they can be proud to say they belong too. NO tyrannical kings to rule over them. I want us to be free men." He pulled back from the hug he started and placed both hands on his sons face.

"I'm proud of you, I'm proud of the man you've become. I know I wasn't a very good father, but someday I will make it up to you. I swear it." He spoke Dorian had to choke back his emotions as he nodded.

"Thank you, father. I will do my best to keep making you proud, and to proudly stand knowing you are fighting for me and my sisters. Mother would be so proud of you."

Johnathan smiled softly reaching down into his coat pocket and pulling a set of rings from his pocket forcing them into Dorian's hands. "Speaking of your mother, when you do find the right woman, this will be for you. In case I am not here. Its hers and my wedding bands. They are yours my son."

A knock came to the door as someone called to Johnathan. "Tell them I will be right out." he spoke as Dorian held the rings tightly and turned to go answer the door. He looked back in time to see his father kiss the temples of his sisters. Whispering good bye.

When Johnathan walked out Dorian stood in the doorway watching his father walk with the other men leaving Tarrytown, his heart was breaking and he couldn't understand why. He should be happy to be free of the burden of taking care of his father, but knowing that man would never return stung like he couldn't admit. Still, he couldn't help but swell with pride even through the strange pain. His father was going off to fight for him and his sisters. If the war was won he could honorably say his father had finally done some good. It was something to be proud of, and he would make sure his sisters understood that to. The all had to hold their heads up high. They would soon be free of England's reign.

He closed the door when they were out of sight returning to the couch to clutch the rings to his chest, it would be a good day afterall.