[ CW ] TropeDay Prompt : Team Rocket Wins !

Why did I have to be born like this? 
 
 The Order of Light held power over the land. Rich, fertile land that could support many. Through this, they flourished, building cities and driving out those that they deemed undesirable - which was just about everything that was n't human. We were the Outliers, a ragtag group whose sole purpose was to give the Order of Light an enemy. We could n't stand up to their armies - what good were heavy wooden clubs against mithril shields? Instead, we nibbled on their prosperity, taking what little we could against the sparsely-defended border towns. 
 
 Our leader had found a nice cave in a nearby mountain. We stashed our nearly-rotten plunder in it, splitting it as best as we could. Our race could breed at a speed that was comparable to mice, but such a blessing came with an equally heavy curse - rarely did we have enough to provide for our young. Out of the eight or so children born to a mother at a time, she counted herself lucky if three survived long enough to utter their first words. Supplies almost always went to the children who showed the most promise - after the workers were fed, of course. 
 
 I stepped out into the sunlight, the wind carrying the last remnants of the terrifying storm that had drenched the region last night. The footing today would be far more treacherous than normal, as the rocks were just beginning to dry out. I heard the laughter of children, further up the trail. Normally, the children were allowed to explore, but the rains had left everything a wet, slippery mess. I pressed upwards, heedless of the messy footprints I left behind me in the mud. 
 
 `` You kids should n't be out and about!'' I yelled. The three children - old enough to know better, but too young to lift a club, giggled and ran up the mountain. I followed the tattered, dirt-brown shirt of the slowest one, up the peak. They paused at the boulder, before crawling over it like three small green spiders. 
 
 `` Get down from there!'' I yelled. They responded with giggles. The largest of the three, who stood just past my waist, bounced on the imposing rock. A small path wound up around the large rock. I slowly made my way up to the kids. My foot slid out from under me, and I grabbed at handfuls of dirt, then a branch to keep myself from falling. As I righted myself, I felt a low rumble from the ground. The children jumped off of the boulder, and laughed as it slowly rolled down from its resting place. 
 
 `` That's enough playing, we're going home NOW!'' The largest one shook his head. 
 
 `` You made big rock fall. You bad!'' The two behind him crossed their arms, no doubt mirroring what their mothers did when they got in trouble. 
 
 `` I was n't the one that hopped up and down on it!'' I retorted. All three of them stuck their tongues out at me, then pointed to the falling boulder. 
 
 The lone boulder smashed through trees and other rocks, loosened by the rain. What started as a single rolling stone became an avalanche, which flowed down the mountain. A neatly-lined block of shining objects, which had been headed for the mountain, broke into a mess of light points, which in turn was swallowed by the debris. 
 
 `` No more light! No more light!'' the smallest one yelled, jumping up and down in excitement. 
 
 `` How am I going to explain this?'' I lamented, as I herded the children back home. 
 
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 From the rubble, we salvaged many helmets, shields, suits of armor, and weapons. From the mage we captured on that fateful day, we learned the secrets of magic. With metal and magic, we carved our own country. For those who wish to escape the Order of Light, we welcome them. For those that mean us harm, I, Leelam Rockskin, the first kobold earth mage, will call upon the mountain's might, just as I did those many years ago.
