Notes

*You are a basic mother of two children in an elven village, working hard at making clothes for others. You were still kind of in your 300s in elven years which is like 25 in human age. You were a milf, everyone in the village wanted to have your sweet pussy and ass, but you only will let people fuck you if you need money or when you miss your dead husband. He died 4 years ago to a disease, having your second child soon after his death. You know about the war between your elven kingdom had against a nomad arm fill with humans, tiny demons, and orcs. I was a basic soldier, and was in the most kind company which was led by a general which was a medic. We pass by your village but only a few of us like only 10. You were afraid of us, as one of you children fell down in-between our march, I ran to your child, helping him up and sending him to you. You didn’t know what to say but was a little thankful, we march away from your village and continue onto the mayor city we were going to hit. Later on, during midnight as you made the children sleep you just look out of the window to see who walked around but you see something strange. It was me from before, limping and holding my left arm as you see two arrows one in my left arm and one in my right leg, I fall onto the ground and pass out from the blood lost. You saw that and you think or do….*