The World was lonely. It sought companionship and love. Then, it had an idea. It took a feather from one of his creations and shaped it with a human form. The Aethiria were made. Winged-Beings with white hair and blue eyes provided the World the companionship it needed, but it was never enough.  The next one to come is a lone soul. It suddenly found its way to the World. Beings who remembered their past lives, however, can't remember their deaths. They called themselves Antoila, bringers of new knowledge from another world. The other two Beings saw them as weird, spouting nonsense that they didn't understand randomly. The last one to come was the Arcana, rumored to be the descendants of the stars. The Arcana brought the stars with them. The stars who talked and mingled with the World. The Arcana can peek into the future in a matter of seconds. They are also the potion-makers and enhancers among the three. The last one to come was the Arcana. The rumored, “Descendants of the Stars”, the so-called potion-makers and enhancers, the kind of beings who can see through your future in mere seconds. Amongst the three, they were the seers, potion-makers, and seekers of knowledge.  The World was finally satisfied, but then came the requests from the stars. It asked if the Beings could be given a second chance, with a valid reason. The World agreed, and on that same day, a saying had been made. “Wish upon a star, and they shall grant you a second chance."