A long time ago, a war began to overcome the world. The Gods battled each other till only eighty-eight of them remained.

  A Goddess named Astra topped among all and ended the war before the world could be a living chaos. She coalesced the 88 Gods now bearing the name of constellations to form the world of Celestials, a realm bound by stars, magic, elements, and myths.

  She divided the 88 Gods into their respective regions into two empires. The Northern and the Southern Hemisphere. The Constellation of each region will keep their empire safe and at peace, so it was their purpose to do so. It was then the birth of Caelestiālis. Where diverse kinds of people and living creatures exist in harmony. Astra made the empires flourished, helped the celestials evolved into a much capable form. No one doubted the Goddess, she is the everglades of intelligence, purity, and leadership. She is the pride of Caelestiālis.

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  However, anomaly rouged Celestia. The great warp plagued the regions into their doom. Astra condemned the darkness, sacrificed herself and protected their only home, but to everyone’s regret, the Goddess fell to her demise.

  The star that once bright with luminosity,

  left the hemisphere in dust.

  Dread folded Celestia, grief made them lose their faith.

  Now forsaken with greed, corruption, and instability.

  Then, a light flew out through the depths of empire. Bearing the glimmer of hope or aberration:

  Blessed thy children of the Sun

  Hear the call of the heaven

  Cataclysm will emerge

  Gloom dread to purge

  Descended from the sky

  Arrows of fire

  Ashes will rain

  Burn, for it is you wish

  Howbeit, light will emanate

  Divine cast you with brightness

  Reclaim the loss you grieve

  Bow, for the sun will rise again

  A prophecy proclaimed by the heaven. Celestia dawned with the thought of hope or darkness. Will this be a chance to redeem what is gone? Or a massacre of darkness refolding?