My eternal pain

War has destroyed our way of life. Needless blood shed consist of innocent lives. We were an ancient race. We did what we wanted when ever we wanted and messed with people day an night. That was our downfall. Beacuse of our thirst for tricks, we angered a powerful indivisual. Hunters were created to kill us and that lead to an all out battle that lasted for hours.The end was near and if our race was going to end , then we'll fight till the last solider.We rushed to prepare our weapons and gather resources, Sadly it was too late.The hunters came by the thousands and compared to our small village, it didn't look good. In the end , we were defeated. Our race is now close to extinction. There is no hope for us Trixters now..