In the Age of steam, man discovered how to harness the energy of heated water and began to invent many marvelous and some not so marvelous contraptions that allowed them to do things only dreamed of in the past. The elves, ever watchful of the goings on of mankind, took notice. Some of them who had long been envious of the fairy race’s ability to fly, saw an opportunity to finally join their cousins in the air. They began a mad dash to see who would be the first to build workable wings. And really, “workable” was the key word because many elves perished dreadfully, failing and falling after leaping from the highest trees only to have their flimsy, fluttering wings tear and finally collapse.
After a short time they realized they needed a stronger, more durable material to use in the construction of the wings that would grant them the freedom of flight. And that is where they began to follow the folly of mankind, beginning the slaughter of field mice and other small creatures to obtain their skins for making durable leather wings. In doing so, they were finally able to achieve their eons old dream of soaring through the skies, but at what cost to their souls? The elves had always been the guardians of nature. What now? What else would they be willing to destroy next in their selfish pursuit of unnatural desires?
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