The second age in the north was marked by the spiritual fratricide between the Shathur and the Ithild. One pregnant with gifts found in the stillness of darkness, the other welcomes one in the ruffled peace found in light. Though we elves cleave to the ideal of both, our natures bend like the flower towards light. But devious, and at the that time, unknown spirits conspired to lure many into the fold of Shathur, twisting our nature. A cloud that spanned years descended over us and we waned as if light behind a closing door. But then.. Silme emerged and showed us the way of starlight.

Silme was an elf from the high north who waded in myths and rumors which surrounded her. It was said that when a child, barely the age yet to walk, she was found constantly out in the night, unclothed playing in the snow, always under starlight, each time her parents finding her she was happy, smiling, and warm. And it was soon that many believed these tales. Silme revealed to many the first light, purest and white, less blemishing than the brusque sun: starlight. It, along with her impressing and teaching its mysteries to who remained yet untouched pierced the veil of Shathur and diminished it throughout the land. It was by this that the mystery of Ilmare was christened and a new devotion was born.