Beneath the Silver Moon

As the moon pulls on the tide, so it did with Talikon's curiosity. It drove him from the deepest depths of the Valcantowin Sea to the surface. There he discovered the heavenly black of sky littered with jeweled starlight that reflected on the quivering waters. He always knew the moon existed, it's energy pulsed in his veins and it's silver song could be heard beneath the waves. . . But seeing it with his own eyes, Silver and brilliant hanging in the darkness and to hear it singing clearly in the cool air almost made him long to forsake the safety of his waters just to be closer to it's wonder.

Talikon and some of his people would come to forsake the seas for immortality and to walk amongst the trees as a new race, The Valocai, known to some as the High Elves of the Moon.