18 years later...

Nothing much happened in the next 18 years, besides you learning about the new world and your people's cultures, as the dark elves generally let their kids learn and play while the adults did everything really important. You learned that your father was a former noble who was outed after he got your mom pregnant and that your mom is the daughter of the current chieftan. So that was interesting!

Your younger twin has become more of a warrior/hunter while you mainly were taught the ways of the tribe and nearby ones, dark elves are divided into tribes, and overall how to lead your tribe while learning to hunt and fight on the side. You were bored of it but you did it anyway as your sister was too book dumb and already set on becoming a warrior. Then you were eighteen...

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18 years later, year 1308

"Hey big sis!" Your sister called to you. Although you were twins you two always called each other big and little sis. "What you doing?" She asked. Your little sister was around 5'3 and seemed to weigh 115 lbs. She had long flowing dark hair and tanned dark elvish skin. She also has warrior markings all over her body after she joined the hunters last year. She has a sword and a bow and arrow by her side. She also is barely wearing anything. She overall looked like a slimmer and younger version of your mother, minus the hair and markings of course.

"Reading lil sis. Why do you ask?" You ask her. You on the other hand was 5'8 and weighing 140 lbs. Your tan skin matched your white hair, a far more common look for elves then dark hair, with a curvy body only matched by your mother. You are currently wearing only long white gloves, a white corset, a red flower, and stockings. Not to mention your 10" dick finish your futa body.

"Oh... Nothing really. I am just bored." Your sister slumped down next to you on the floor.

"Is this about you being left behind?" You ask as you put the book down. A week ago a hunting oarty went out to hunt for the tribe.

"Not that. Okay maybe not just only that." Setisi corrects herself after you raise a eyebrow. "They been gone for a week, normally only something like this happens if something bad happened." Setisi said worried.

"Don't worry Seti. Uncle Rab is with them! Has he ever let us down before?" You ask. Uncle Rabford is your mother's brother, he is one of the most charismatic hunters in the whole tribe. And the hottest too... You are not ashamed to admit you had a few wet dreams about him.

"Yeah... You are right." Setisi says. "Thanks Yesyra. I needed t-!" Just then a horn is sounded calling everyone to the scribe, after you put on a cloak you join your sister ou there.

"What seems to be the matter?" A elderly dark elf asked.

The man who sounded the horn was your grandfather Chief Zakrydh, or as Zak as most call him. The elder dark elf showed his age and wisdom, even the dark elves extended lifespan couldn't hide how old your grandfather is, despite that he looked reamerkably well for his age. Most dark elves his age look their age yet your grandfather looked to be in his 40s at worst. His well built body covered by his warrior armor aged like fine wine.

"Terrible news my people." He began, you could hear both the graveness of the situation and the anger in his words. "Just now I was delivered a package at my doorstep. Inside that package is a gift so heinous I can't have you all see such a sight. Especially when their are children in the audience." Those words seemed to quiet the room and send a chill up your spine.

"However, I can tell you what it is." He continued. "A note came with the gift, the gifter is part of an amry marching towards our tribe. They have delivered a warning, that if we don't surrender they will kill us all."

"What was the gift?" A middle aged woman asked.

"..." Silence fillex the tribe. "The head of my own son, Rabford." He said swiftly.

A even greater chill, so chilly it seemed like it was pushing you down, came over the whole crowd. Those who knew of him screamed and wept. The children didn't understand and asked what was wrong. Overall the crowd was in a panic.

Finally you asked, "What do we do grandfather?"

The crowd quieted just enough to hear his answer. "Your parents are already looking for help from the other tribes. If they accept we will fight back."

"If not?" Setisi asked.

"Then we surrneder." He answered softly.

An even greater roar as the crowd's sadness turned to anger. You swear they were about to attack grandfather.

"What! Why?" Your sister was the loudest.

"If it is only us we don't stand a chance. The Chief is putting the tribe's saftey above his pride." You answer.

"Huh?" Your sister asked dumbly.

"It means if we surrender we have a chance to survive. If we don't? We all will die." Zak answered.

The crowd calmed down, seeming to have understood, though there were still mixed feelings about the news. You all could only wait for the news.