A few weeks later and Midas now knew he had fucked around and landed himself in a predicament.
These guys were just… wow.
Midas could not even put it into words, but he knew if anyone heard the story they would understand.
The story started the day after the first harvest day when the elves were claiming the Tree as theirs hurting anything that came too close.
They never killed though. No. That was not okay according to their spiritual customs.
All they did was take what they needed and leave the rest to nature.
At least that was what they should have been doing. And yet now here they were, claiming Midas as theirs and only theirs.
What had prompted them to make such a crazy decision, going against the tenets of their religion and society?
Midas had a few speculations, like prophecy, epiphany, or maybe it was just the cycles and what they tended to do.
