There were once a people, born from light that filtered from the heavens, bearing shimmering wings made of light, the Starfolk lived in their lofty palaces of clouds, worshipping the Moon as their God, and the stars as their ancestors.
The Starfolk lived in peace, bringing bundles of light to darkened places and guiding countless sailors across dangerous seas and merchants across vast swathes of lands through night. They watched over the mothers at their sick child's bedside shining their comforting touch upon them, promising hope.
They lived for a single purpose: Share with creation the happiness they had received from their creator. Protect all of life from the doom ignorance would bring.
However despite their noble and kind nature, disaster did not leave the Starfolk alone. The clouds of war shrouded their beloved world. They watched the dwarves fell the elves, the elves shoot down dragons, dragons scorch the fayfolk's forest, the fayfolk lay waste to the beastmen's forests. They watched as humans and mermen almost drove each other to extinction. They mourned the wise and pure FeatherFolks leaving for the highest peaks with their books.
The disappointed Starfolk sough to create peace, to mediate and bring unity. However, it all failed, and in a cruel twist of fate, the Starfolk became the enemies.
Once the ancients united against them, the Starfolk lost it all. Their homes, their palaces, their families, friends, dreams and much more. Yet they never blamed the world, nor did they blame the numerous races and they left it voluntarily, flying away to some distant universe.
The gentle Starfolk, born from the moon's light, only left behind cruel verses of fate's whim when they left:
Bear Her Lantern, Walk her path
For when Polaris Calls,
The Order of civilization falls
Destiny awakens from its halls
For when Polaris calls, Annihilation befalls
Thus ends the lore of the Starfolk. Why they accepted their unfair fate? No one knows. Nor does anyone know why our ancestors revolted against the kind Starfolk.
All that remains is the terrifying legend of Polaris: The Star that the world revolves around, never changing, and always standing guard against someone, or god forbid it, something. Polaris never left this world to protect us from something that not even the almighty Starfolk could deal with.
The old woman finished her story with a flourish, brandishing the torch in her old feeble hands with surprising strength and plunging it into a bonfire that flared to life along with the roar of children approving her story.
Excited chatter rose among the kids, their little heads filled with fantasies about the other races.
"If given the choice" a boy exclaimed "Of course the Dragons! they're so big and strong and mighty!" a girl dressed in pink, raised her hand and butted in "I, Lydia, would be a fairy"
A green haired boy giggled, knocking on the bespectacled boy beside him, "Being an elf would be the best!" He screamed with his heart. with a tug to the green-haired brat's shirt a meek voice came from the knocked on friend, "But Carlos, it's more fun to be one of the mermen"
With puffed cheeks and a sulky expression a girl declared, "You guys have no taste, dwarves are the best!" she pulled out a small knife with the name 'Rene' carved onto the handle.
"Dwarves made this, not some musty old elves or FeatherFolkos or brute dragons" She said rather proudly
The friends argued about the races until Dunst, the boy wishing to be a dragon, tackled the boy who'd been quiet since the story had ended. "Aron, what do you think? Stop being so lost!"
"Me? Hmm guys, promise you won't laugh" He raised his hands as if extracting a oath from his friends.
"We won't" they imitated his action.
"Starfolk, I wanna be a Starfolk"
A moment of silence followed where no one said anything, until Carlos burst laughing.
"Come on Aron, the Starfolk have never been real" Rene added amidst bursts of laughter
"Classic Aron, I must say." Lydia rolled her eyes and shifted the topic
"Grandma! Grandma, you tell us! Which race is the strongest?"
The Old Lady who had been watching over them fondly was surprised at the sudden inclusion and laughed as well
"Well you see dear..."
But all of this escaped Aron's thoughts and ears, as the thought of being a Starfolk, gliding across the night sky on wings made of light, living in palaces made of clouds filled his little young brain.
Young Aron escaped into a world of his own liking, where stars lulled him into a deep sleep.