JAM KINGDOM

Long ago, when the world was still young and the skies bled fire, there was no peace—only ruin, silence, and ash. The land devoured kindness, and cruelty ruled. In this age of sorrow, three souls rose from the dust, each fleeing something lost, each carrying wounds deeper than the skin.



Mavie came from the east, born in the heart of the Rucruthian Empire. A child of war, she was raised by blades and blood, praised for killing before she knew what peace was. They called her the Blade Unweeping. But one night, after seeing the pleading eyes of a dying child, she broke her sword and vanished into the wild.



Aurelia was locked away in a western tower, daughter to a duke who wished she hadn’t been born. Forgotten by her kin, she found magic in old books and the whispers of walls. She spoke the ancient word "Ish’larein"—Forget me—and walked into freedom, unseen and unlooked-for.



Theron Alaric Vexar simply arrived. Crowned in twigs, barefoot, and smiling, he wandered from village to village, misfortune trailing him like a shadow. No one believed he had ever ruled, but he carried grief like one who’d seen whole kingdoms fall.



In a hidden valley, the three built no throne, no castle. Only a place for the weary. Mavie raised homes from stone. Aurelia calmed the earth with spell and ink. Theron made the children laugh. People came, broken but breathing, and the land became a name: Jamíar Éllion. The First Dream.



They did not know yet what they had made. Only that they no longer had to run.