There is a story since olden times when a time of strife has all but consumed the elves. It is a tale that begins with revenge when humans rule all of the earth. It is the legend of one mad elven king. With twigs as his crown and dirt as his throne, he ushers in a new era of Elven Glory...

I am Art, just an ordinary elf, and I am just too happy that it stays that way. No prophecy, great adventure, and a too-difficult life waiting for me. I will even go as far as to call myself incompetent.

In my past life, I am just like any other NEET— unambitious, lazy, and often falling into daydreaming. Even now, plenty of my bad habits have remained with me.

Suddenly, one day, the humans raided my village. They murdered, raped, and looted just like every normal brigand in the medievalist era. I sure wasn't surprised, but I didn't like what I was feeling.

These emotions of disgust, self-hate, and a budding desire for revenge slowly ferment in my heart. Then I realize how pointless that desire for revenge is… What can I do? Is this my rebirth? To only suffer a second time worse than the last, if it is fate, what use is this rebirth?

In the wake of ash, I transform.

"From henceforth, I shall declare myself the King of Fae! I am the destined child of a world beyond ours. I am Arthram Fae Zorun. My elf kin, receive me as your King and I shall point you to a path forward!"

My anger towards humanity blossoms into a very interesting lie. I might be weak alone, but not if I am with everyone. The elves are weak for one reason— it is because they lack faith.

I will become that faith.

"Fake it till you make it," I tell myself as I adorn my head with a crown of twigs, leaves, and dirt.

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