The war long fought, uneasy for long times, eventually burned down, luddites winning. The lower class as well, however hell. Hell was all that awaited them after, weak and exhausted, victorious last, ready to rest, yet none would quickly come, the world was pushed to an era of lost, the laboratories which first made the elves, they burned, but that was not their end, they knew…

The country, the empire, on two sides. How could they win while the richest fought, how could they win when the poorest fought too? The rich and the poor, the lack of morale. It was a losing battle, one quick lost. Many predicted it from the start yet… many forgot, in their optimism, they overlooked the other side for war. The rebels celebrated, the luddites? They did what luddites do, destroy, regress.

Without technology, at least money, the rebels could do little, slowly at first but through many long years, the longer thinking elves whittled at it, first through mutual grand celebration, then to daily life so, so slow and calm, the people regressed, the humans weakened. Unnoticed at first, powerless second, the humans could do nothing but return, they returned to a dark age where knowledge… was shunned,

“We call this the era of loss, the dark, a time when humans were subservient thralls, unable to do any more than look at them, for they were the only ones who lived then, they, for their long lives knew much more than them frail, their locked lips holding the future and past, living in the luxury of the past, yet subjecting others to the further. You could not find a more selfish people.”

The elves… less were made now, only children, raised from a young age, indoctrinated, could hope to become these godly beings. The common man? How could they compare to...? Technology at a impasse, faded, memories of the golden age fading. Man now unambitious and like livestock. Unable to fight against their uppers, trained, aged. The future looked dark, the future was dark.

“While they lived in luxury, knowledge, the people in poverty, ignorance. How could they fight back? Not any closer, the rich and the poor have only drifted more so. The rebels fought their war for not, but pawns. But pawns for those who could see farther than…”