prologue

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Long ago, the original four families of Paxoria lived in unity: the builders, the menders, the growers and the protectors. Their collective work allowed the nation to flourish harmoniously as one.

This, naturally, did not last forever. There came a time when humanity became full of greed and corruption. Such was the pleonexia of man that it led to a war with no sides. Only death and destruction ruled over the land.

It is said that the bloodshed ended once children were the only ones remaining. Gone was the violence once no man was alive to inflict it.

The rebirth of the nation began with a pair of stars who had witnessed humanity's sins from above, put on Earth to see that history did not repeat itself. Whispers say Solara was the daughter of the Sun; Noctia, daughter of the Moon. Together, they raised the children of the new era, planting seeds of peace in their hearts.

Be that as it may, the stars incline us; they do not bind us. And man's downfall has always been himself.


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