Mother Knows Best - Tangled

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"Can I have everyone's attention, please?"

I abruptly stopped my conversation with Daphne and looked towards the entrance of our tent. The Grimm tent was not one that people randomly bursted through whenever they felt like it - this must've been important.

I turned towards the person responsible for the voice, and it belonged to none other than William Charming. He stood in-between the tent flaps with his back straight as a pole and his chin up in the air - as usual. Once he saw all of our eyes on him, he cleared his throat and Snow White followed behind him to enter the tent. He walked in and Snow stuck her head out and looked both ways before zipping up the large entrance and joining him in the middle of the room. He pulled up a small table and laid a long and crinkled piece of paper out across the surface.

He looked up and made small eye contact with everyone in the tent, and cleared his throat again before continuing.

"We have great reason to believe that there will be an attack tonight." He said simply as he sighed and looked to Snow for reassurance.

My heart seized, and a large lump collected in the middle of my throat. An attack? Tonight? We haven't prepared anything in such short notice! We didn't think they'd attack so soon. I looked around and saw my grandmother's hand over her mouth and my parents exchanged worried glances.

"So what's the plan?"

I didn't have to look to see who that voice belonged to - I make it my job to detect the bane of my existence whenever possible. But still, I looked to see the annoying fairy leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest. He had a slight look of worry in his eyes, but quickly cleared it when he spotted me looking at him from across the room. I quickly looked away and back at Charming to see his response.

"We do have a plan. But I don't think you're going to like it." He said as he looked directly at my grandmother and my parents. I could already see my father's jaw clench and his eyebrows furrow into concentration. He instinctively reached out and placed his hand into my mothers, and I could see the muscles in her shoulders tense as he did so.

"What is it?" My mom said as she looked over at both me and Daphne.

Charming sighed and looked down at his map across the table. "We want to send the younger army as a distraction once we have word that they are in within the perimeters of our land and-"

"No." My father interrupted as he let go of my mother's hand and walked over to Charming. "You're not going to send my kids out as your frickin' distraction! That's what your army is here for, Charming!"

"Henry, just listen. They're nimble, and fast. They can go, be the distraction, and once the Hand's attention is on them, my troops are going to make a sneak attack and finish them off before they can even get close enough. If everything goes well, they'll be back behind the safety of the Fort in a matter of minutes!" Charming retorted as he drew out the blueprints of his plan onto the map in-between the two men.

"'If' is the key-word in all of that though, isn't it?" Henry asked as a sarcastic smile played on his lips. "Send the young troops if you want, but Sabrina and Daphne stay here." Henry said as he slammed his fist onto the map.

"Listen to what you're saying, Henry! How do I send the troops out, if you're children - who are the generals of the damn fleet - refuse to go out with them!"

My father opened his mouth to respond, but I interrupted him before he could get a word out.

"Dad, I want to fight!" I said as I jumped up and met him and Charming in the middle of the room.

"I want to fight, too!" Daphne piped up as I heard her stand behind me.

"Sabrina I'm not starting this again with you. You're both lucky I let you train at all!" My dad responded as his face started to get flustered and cheeks started to turn red in frustration.

"You don't get to control everything all the time! I'm seventeen-years-old, dad. When are you going to let me make my own decision that regard my life?" I yelled as I threw my hands up in frustration.

"When you show me you're responsible enough to make decisions for yourselves!" He screamed back and shoved a finger into my face. "Your grandmother has accustomed the two of you to facing danger head-on, and that's not okay with me. I'm your father and I'm going to make sure you're both out of harm's way at all cost."

"And what makes you think that you know what's best?"

"Since I'm your father, so therefore I know what's best for you."

"I'm old enough to know what's best for me!"

"You don't know what's out there for you, Sabrina! These men won't show you mercy. They will kill you without hesitation. You know what kind of people are in the Hand? Lunatics, sociopaths, ogres and trolls; creatures that will tear you apart and eat your insides, okay? And you want to go out there and face that?" He ranted as he began pacing back and forth between me and Charming.

"Yes, I do!" I screamed as I went up to him and looked him in the eye. "I'm not scared, and neither should you. This is our life, dad. And fighting is what I'm good at. I'm not going to keep running from this. Just please let me fight!" I begged as I faced him and forced him to look me in my eye.

The entire tent went quiet, with only the sounds of me and my dads heavy breathing from the shouting could be heard. For a while he just looked at me and I couldn't read any expression on his face. He opened his mouth and then closed it several times before he finally answered.

"I'm sorry, Sabrina. I just can't let you go out there. The answer's still no. And since you can't accept that, we'll be leaving the fort tonight for good. Before the Hand comes." He said as he walked away and lifted the flaps of the tent to exit.

My mouth was agape and I could feel the hot sting of tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My mom got up and went to follow after my dad. I grabbed her wrist and turned her to look at me.

"Are you going to talk some sense into him?"

"Sabrina, please not right now-"

"Mom….please?" I asked as my grip tightened onto her wrist.

"No, Sabrina. You're father knows best. Get your things, both of you," She removed her wrist from my grasp and looked at me and Daphne in the eyes with sadness hidden under her set expression. "I don't want you to ask anymore about this. We'll be leaving soon" And with that she turned and walk out of the tent flap following the footsteps of my father. Leaving me and Daphne with tearful eyes and crushed spirits.