Third Person POV:
Fire was made, bowls were placed. The stone walls surrounding the humans were now a cage, forcing them to watch Ivory like a warning broadcast channel. All of her children were out, all were on missions, all had a certain event that needed to happen.
All weren't expected to come back.
Not a second generation White Warrior was left at home. Children remained in the arms of their other parents, including Matoskah. Ivory wanted him to remain behind, seeing as this shouldn't be considered his fight. He may be one of them, but the magic was tracing her family blood, not his. He wasn't trained enough, either. He didn't know what was going on enough to live. He needed to stay behind.
Ivory swallows and takes a deep breath, going over the steps in her head. Bianca was out th
