The wizard drew the wand over the seam in the torn pants. The threads wove themselves back together. He gave a little hum and the stitching tightened up. He flipped the pants over and reconnected the tops of the back pockets that had been pulled and worn.
There were once elves in every corner of the world. The nearly immortal, pointy eared, long flowing haired elves from myths. Distributed through the world, commanding nature, and creating beauty where they walked.
The pipe wouldn't light any more. Leaves fluttered onto the ground as the tall man shook the closest tree. He kicked at a stone on the ground. It soared into the air, landing hundreds of feet away. The ground shook as he stomped back and forth.