For a long time, Jadis bides her time in the wastes: at first, she camps within sight of the walled garden until the wind turns and drives her away with its stench of apples; later, she crafts a fortress among craggy cliffs where she can look out across the world and confirm that no one dares approach.

But she's ruled an empty land before, and the echoing halls of her fortress reflect no memories but her own, and so she finds herself driven out into the wilds yet again.

This is her life for several hundreds of years: intermittent wandering between failed sanctuaries.