Literature
Tale from Land of Empathica
Prologue
Back in the dawn of time, we were created. We are what you humans, as you call yourselves, call 'elves'. Our way of life was a pleasant one. The only things we killed were the plants we harvested. We prayed to, what translates to, Our Mother. We danced on our sacred days, in honor of our gods. In return for our prayers, our gods blessed us with the harmony of nature and abilities beyond the early savages of mankind. We 'elves' took a liking to point tipped ears, slender bodies, some to height, some to shortness. Where we found power in nature and the mind, you devoted yourself to numbers.
Then our harmony was disturbed. You came at