Some Do; Most Don't

Two days later mom and dad arrived with news. Zak pulled dad into a secluded place while mom arrived home.

"Hey mom!" Sis and I greeted her.

"Hello younglings. Pack everything you need." Mom ordered.

"What? Why?" Setisi asked.

"While some tribes agreed to help, it isn't enough. Your granddad asked for all men who can fight to defend our home, everyone else will retreat." She described. "Apparently there is a sympathizer on the enemy's side who will find us a place to stay."

"Huh? But why only the men!?" Your sister asked angrily.

"To make sure our tribe's lineage doesn't die today, and that there is still fighters to protect the others." Mom explained. "Come on, we don't have long. The army is arriving by tomorrow morning."

Setisi held her tongue, you both nodded and began packing. A few hours later dad arrived and talked to mom for a hour before calling you and sis over.

"What now dad?" You asked.

"Will you be fighting?" Setisi asked.

Dad sighed and shook his head, smirking as he did so. "Yes, yes I will. Mom will join you both, while I will defend the tribe that has took me shelter for nearly 20 years." Dad explained. "If things go well you might return home. If not? Well... I'll try and survive to see you two again."

"You better!" Setisi screamed as she hugged dad. Wordlessly you did as well.

"Thank you my daughters. I am sure we will see each other again. One way or another." Dad said cryptically.

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Once the sun rise you and everyone who weren't male fighters were off to meet this "sympathizer". Leaving dad, Zak, and the others to defend our home...

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PoV Switch: Richard Crowling

Your name is Richard Crowling, husband of Sebzui, father of Yesyra and Setisi, and warrior of one of the Dark Elf tribes. After you said goodbye to the three most important women in your life, you were there waiting...

The two other tribes that have agreed to help only sent a squad apiece, barely enough to make the entire "army" a small army. The 8 other tribes denied your request, either every tribe for themselves or they didn't believe what you said.

"This may be our last stand, owe son in law." Your father in law pondered. "I still remember when I first saw your mud covered face asking for my daughter's hand in marriage..."

"Heh. I like to forget." You say back.

"Ha! Can't control what other people do or don't forget. Unless, you have magic." Zak said back.

"A magic user hasn't been born in this tribe in 3 generations right?" You asked to which Zak nodded. "You really think my eldest can use it?"

"My daughter has magic within herself, that's why her eldest is a futa, yet she could never use it. If those seers were right 50 years ago, then Yesyra is a wielder of the forgotten art." Zak answered.

"Figures..." You say to that.

Then a horn sounds. "Army approaching!"

"Can you see who we are dealing with!?" Zak called back to the archer on the watchtower.