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Lenora woke with the sun, as always, and plodded, or as much as elves can plod, to her small kitchen area, which was really more of a firepit, as always.

She gathered some firewood and kindling from outside the back door, the one leading into the woods, and restarted the fire from the still-glowing embers from the night. It seems the log that she had put on before bed yester-day had not been big enough, burning down into embers before she woke up. Either way, after she go her fire going well enough she hung a kettle on the spit so that the water would boil for her daily tea, making more than usual, for she had a feeling deep in her being that she would have guests by the end of the day.

The tea revived her, in a way, reminding her of a time when all of the Earth sung with joy for there had not been enough of the blasted 'civilization' of the humans to corrupt even the very air the plants and animals breathed. However, she could also remember when the race of Men started multiplying more and more rapidly, she knew then that the fae doom had come. Soon, they were outnumbered, as the fae cannot reproduce at such a rate as Men- she had once heard the quickness of the growth being likened to rats; breeding quickly, growing quickly, and dieing quicker.

Man was rising and they soon found that the fae could be 'hobbled' and their powers taken from them. And so, they made items of cold iron and other such things that bound the fae to themselves and forced them into slavery. Many of her hind, and of all the fae kinds, died under such conditions, the sense chains and the inablilty to be free as before broke many of them and they faded to oblivion. Wasting away in their grief and heartbrokeness.

Many were lost to the world. And so, Men took over. Forcing her kind to the slums and ghettos. And so, the fae waited, and are waiting for their time to come, the time that they might rise against thair opression, a time where they are free once more.