I come from a small island community, long lost in the annals of time, forgotten by the tribes of the mainland. I was raised by my grandmother and all the other Elves of the island. My parents I do not know. We numbered about 60-70 heads strong and did everything for ourselves and each other. We had all we needed to provide for ourselves. We knew not about sickness. We never had hunger or thirst. We never knew about poverty or loneliness.

And then one day it all changed.
We had a priest come visit us. But he didn't come in a boat over the sea. He came out of thin air!
A portal he called it.