The Ora, Our Guardians

Excerpt: A Study of the Unconfirmed, A Traveler's Personal Logs

Dots that scatter the dark and illuminate small pockets of moments. These are fragments of life that flow in the land, their power manipulates the thoughts of the world and with it can affect minimally affect life. Small fractions of thought that are always looking but never interacting. Until one day a baby was left in the forest. No name, no past and as such will never have a future. These fragments gathered around the infant all day, observing and judging. At night they gathered around the springs within the forest and for the first time discussed.

Voices that scattered through the night were varied as they were fragmented. Speaking of a future that only they could see. A future with no clear beginning and no sure ending. But they could see enough, because they could see what people were now and that is all they need to know what would change. So for the first time, these fragments of life choose to do more than observe; they gave and they took, and the infant grew.
An infant transformed into a child and the fragments grew concerned. They observed the child whose fate they changed and understood how little those actions were. But they learned. They learned more than they learned so much more so quickly. As the fragments learned they changed, their words less empty. They could see before, but now they started to understand - truly understand what they observed. The child transformed into an adult and became more than what could have ever saw at First Judgment. They new the foundation and gave a better base, because they had seen much and from that could guess what kind of adult the infant could become. But the adult was different from what they created, what the fragments believed they had created.
And when the adult died the fragments understood. They understood that fragments could only understand so much. So they transformed as well, with a likeness to the infant that grew to an adult and every time they saw one another, they would remember. Remember that they wished to change.

And they did.

They found those newly born and grew with them, for generations. Eventually they learned to whisper warnings. The fragments have existed for far longer than most, they could understand the patterns that others would miss. They hold names that should not be spoken and became protective over their treasures - their people, their homes.
There are not many who can see those that were once fragments, but enough did.
Remember the white light will illuminate your path and the inky black will shroud your fear. Their judgement is sound, your acceptance yours alone.

Spread

I've never hear of this tale outside of the Kawa Republic.

Variations & Mutation

This story is the common baseline iteration of the 'Kawa Guardians' (Guardian being drawn from 'Guardian' Angels, perhaps?), with the assumption of the Forest Dwelling Ora (Ora is what the beings are called and Guardian is their title, basically interchangeable) being the foundation.

The difference in species is not mentioned in this abbreviated story, perhaps for brevity sake. This difference is mainly attributed to their environment.

Cultural Reception

Kawa has a prideful culture that understands the necessities of change, which is probably why the Ora's tale persists. They value knowledge and experience; often taught from a young age to never ignore possible truths and face problems head on. Those of the Kawa Republic have a strong apprehension towards danger. They don't often take... well, anything lightly and never dismiss anything with even the vaguest potential threat.
The Ora, are the embodiment of this ideal. Beings who could simply observe the world forever, but instead chose to 'adapt'. Not because there was some kind of looming disaster or emotional lesson, but for their own self-improvement. The Ora recognized their own stagnation and chose change. It's never specifically stated in any story whether this was a good change or not, but you won't ever know for certain what kind is the best; like the Ora, the 'Kawans [are] never afraid of change'.