Founding
And lo, in the days when the stars sang low and the world was young, there rose Elowain, first of his name. Not of woman was he born, nor suckled by any mortal nurse, but fashioned of the holy flame—God-wrought and wondrous fair, a son of the Heavens.
In the fullness of time, he did lead the firstborn of Sephran kind across the elder heights—the Summits of the Drakes, whose peaks cleave the sky and whisper secrets to the wind. Through peril and shadow they came, and with Elowain's hand upon their hearts, they found the Land Promised.
There, upon a hill of emerald and beneath a sky of sapphire hue, they named his line Kruvik, which is to say, he who beareth the crown by right and light. And from that hour, the land took the name Sephra, realm of green and blue, birthed not of men, but of the Old Gods’ breath and will.
Thus was the world reshaped by the footfall of a king divine.