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In the dawn of time, when the world of Arix was but a barren wasteland, devoid of life or purpose, two celestial beings emerged from the depths of the cosmos. These twin stars, known as Rafiel and Therial, cast their radiant gaze upon the desolate realm, their cosmic energies pulsating with the promise of creation.

Rafiel, the goddess of life, was the first to bestow her grace upon Arix. With a gentle sweep of her celestial hand, she scattered the seeds of existence across the barren lands. Where once there was only emptiness, now sprang forth mighty trees, their branches reaching skyward in silent praise. Birds filled the air with their melodic songs, while ponds and streams teemed with life, their tranquil waters reflecting the brilliance of the twin stars above.

But it was Therial, the god of sentience, who granted life its most precious gift—the gift of consciousness and free will. With a whispered word, he breathed life into the creatures of Arix, imbuing them with the ability to think, to reason, and to dream. Under his watchful gaze, they flourished, their minds awakening to the wonders of the world around them.

As the inhabitants of Arix grew in knowledge and understanding, Therial shared with them the secrets of magic, teaching them to wield its power with wisdom and restraint. Through his guidance, they learned to weave spells and enchantments that brought order and balance to their world, ensuring harmony and justice for all who dwelled beneath the twin stars.

As the world of Arix flourished under the nurturing gaze of Therial and Rafiel, tragedy befell the land. It came in the form of an ancient evil, a force of darkness that shattered the harmony and peace that had once prevailed. Once the righteous and the peaceful turned into blood hungry monsters, who hunted their own for amusement and elation. The denizens of Arix became a subject of an unknown force, which even the celestial twins couldn't manage. It lead to the cataclysm, the end of an era, the end of paradise, "Ndarja".

This catastrophe, known as "Ndarja," tore through the fabric of Arix, plunging its inhabitants into chaos and despair. Where there had been unity and love, now there was only strife and conflict. Life turned against itself, as beings once bound by kinship and camaraderie now sought dominion over one another.

Witnessing the devastation wrought by Ndarja, Therial, the god of sentience, made a fateful decision. He withdrew the knowledge he had bestowed upon life, hoping to curb the tide of destruction. But in their desperation, the inhabitants of Arix twisted this knowledge, using it to craft spells of destruction and death. Their weapons tore apart mountains, dried up rivers and seas, millions perished by their own hands. Once blooming lands of flowers and life became barren, like it once was, like water down a drain, everything Rafiel gave her love to, her effort to nurture them, flowed back into nothing else.

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Rafiel, the goddess of life, wept for her children as they turned against one another. Her tears fell upon the earth like rain, flooding the once-thriving land and washing away the traces of life that had once flourished there, the blood that flowed like a raging river was cleansed, her tears. The cleansing, unending rain cooled down the barren, cracked and burning lands. Many lives were lost in the deluge, their existence erased in an instant.

In their grief and despair, Therial and Rafiel made a solemn vow. They would depart from Arix, leaving their creations to fend for themselves. They couldn't bear to see their creations turn against each other again, they couldn't give them a second chance to destroy themselves. But before they vanished into the depths of the cosmos, they swore to return when life had learned to walk its own path, guided by its own choices and knowledge. The remaining life mourned their departure, the aftermath of the Ndarja, was bitter silence, and occasional cries.

And so, the twin stars left Arix behind, their radiant light fading from the sky. It was the last time the inhabitants of Arix, or any other world, would ever see Therial and Rafiel. Left to their own devices, the survivors of Ndarja struggled to rebuild their shattered world, haunted by the memory of their divine creators and the consequences of their own actions.

As the sands of time continued to flow, the tale of Therial and Rafiel faded into legend, becoming little more than a children's bedtime story. Yet, the legacy of the twin stars lived on in the hearts and minds of the people of Arix, shaping the very fabric of their society.

Despite the conflicts and struggles that persisted, humanity had evolved and adapted. They were now divided into two distinct "Houses," each led by a noble family descended from Therial and Rafiel themselves: the House of Veritas and the House of Harmonia. The House of Veritas stood as the beacon of knowledge and progress in the realm. While their mastery of magic may have been lacking, they excelled in the fields of science and technology. Their inventions and innovations brought comfort and convenience to the lives of all who dwelled in Arix, pushing the boundaries of what was once thought possible.

Conversely, the House of Harmonia embraced a different path. They were the keepers of tradition and wisdom, guiding the people of Arix with their tales, poetry, and life lessons. Their members were often poets and bards, wandering the kingdoms of Arix to share stories of old and spread their carefree way of life.

But what truly set the House of Harmonia apart was their affinity for magic. They were the masters of the arcane arts, teaching spells and rituals that tapped into the very essence of the world itself. Unlike the House of Veritas, who focused on the tangible and material, the House of Harmonia delved into the mysteries of magic and mana, using their powers for the betterment of all.

Despite their differences, the two Houses coexisted in relative peace, each contributing to the rich tapestry of life on Arix in their own unique way. And though the memory of Therial and Rafiel had long since faded into myth, their influence continued to shape the destiny of their descendants and the world they had left behind.