War. War stays the same. Since the dawn of yordle kind, when the ancient ones first discovered the killing power of blowguns and boomerangs, blood has been spilled in the name of everyone thinking they can take out the little guys.
Evening sunlight danced through the canopy, and in the grove’s center lay a crystal- clear pond filled with water lilies. River Spirit Nami sat at its heart, her emerald mane of hair framing a wide smile on her pale face.