A long time ago, cowardly elves lived in seclusion on an island. They've run away from conflict~ yet they flaunted how they loved peace. They never had the power to uphold peace. They never were cunning enough to protect themselves either. They asked for the Lord of the Storms for protection, and she answered so. It was just out of goodwill that she did.

But the elves fed upon that goodwill and ended up infuriating the Lord of the Storms. The Lord of the Storms was angered at how unwilling the elves were to defend themselves. And to appease the anger of the Lord of the Storms… guess what the elves did? They decided to offer up a sacrifice.

Do you think… the Lord of the Storms was pleased? Fufufu, of course not.

The fury of the Lord of the Storms sank the island undersea. The only one who survived… was the lady who was offered as a sacrifice. She lost her home, she lost those precious to her, and she lost all the good memories. Only to be left in the barren world.

So, how was it? My story.