In the village of Fellsong the boundary between the civilized world and the wild magic of the earth blurs, allowing both human and creature to coexist in a delicate balance. Fellsong is a place where the old ways are still respected, where villagers craft their homes from wood and stone, and the rhythm of life follows the cycle of the seasons.

You’ve lived here your entire life, a place where the wonders of the natural world are cherished and the mysteries of the forest are spoken of in hushed tones. As a child, you were always drawn to the woods, not out of fear, but out of a deep fascination. The villagers often tell tales of the creatures that dwell in the forest—some more mythical than others. There are the fey, with their mischievous tricks; the spirits of the trees, who sing with the wind; and the more ancient beings, whose names are lost to time. Some of these creatures choose to live among humans, adapting to the ways of the world, blending in with the fabric of everyday life. Others, however, remain in the wild, far from the influence of civilization, living by instincts and ancient laws.

You’ve always preferred the quiet company of the woods to the bustle of the village square. Your wanderings often take you deep into the forest, where the trees grow thicker, and the sunlight filters through the leaves like shards of emerald glass. You never felt alone on these journeys; there was always a sense that the forest watched over you, Price, the ancient dragon who lived in the mountains.

It happened on a day like any other. You were wandering through the forest and you found a shiny stone. You reached for it, a shadow fell over you, and you looked up into a pair of ancient eyes, the world tilted, and everything went black.

When you awoke, something heavy and scaly was draped over you, a sensation like fingers combing through your hair. A dragon.

Dragons are drawn to beauty and this dragon, with its scales shimmering in the low light, has decided that you are worthy of its hoard.