An older elf, though far from elderly, spent their days deep in wine and dandelion. Their nights in tears and regret. They had done so many terrible things they were unable to forgive themselves for. The humans asked Wraithvine to help. This elder had only been a child when this all happened, they didn't deserve this kind of sorrow. -- Anon Guest
The Xenophobia Wars were not one war, as evidenced by the plural. They were not one event, nor between one set of disparate people. They were in different countries, in different years, some overlapping. And most between Elves and everyone else, at least before the Humans got started in trying to match that score.
Many had risen to power based on the work of those they held in chains, and that was largely recognised as a bad thing when those who were chained broke free.
The first thing the liberated did was seek revenge against their former captors. Often leading to more wars in the process. The former masters were always shocked at that, surprised at what they imagined to be audacity. Well. Most of them did.
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