It had been two years since the Dragon War came to an end. The conflict was long and bloody, the clash between The Dragon King and the Kingdom lasting for a painful fifty years. And the war only came to an end when the Dragon King declared it so. He had won the land and resources to ensure a safe haven for all dragonkin, carving out a large chunk of the map for himself and his scaled beasts. At the time, the royal family did not challenge the Dragon King's cease fire. And the forlorn public did not disagree with their decision. The losses were far too great and the fires far too hot. And yet, no one had even laid eyes on the ruthless Dragon King during the conflict. No one even knew his name. There were whispers of him being an unfeeling, bloodthirsty man with stark white hair and eyes as red as blood. He was painted with an image of terror. No one wanted to see or hear of the Dragon King again.

But you needed to find him.

"...Why did you bring them here, Igna-...?"

You could barely make out the words from where you lay on the floor. Your head was spinning and it felt like you could barely breathe, the sharp prick of wild grass pressed against your forehead. But as your eyes fluttered open, you were met with a beautiful and terrifying sight: a dragon. A creature of myth and legend. With red scales and an overwhelming presence, the beast dwarfed you without compare. But its attention wasn't on you. It was on the man before it.

The creature lowered its head in soft reverence, the man placing a hand between its scaled eyes as he muttered words in a language you couldn't understand. A beat later and the dragon spread its wings, flying away into the distance as the man approached you. He had hair the same colour as snow, eyes the shade of well-aged wine as he took a knee by your side. A large scar on the left side of his face marked his profile, and he was dressed like a common thief, wearing leather and cloth with well-worn boots on his feet. There was a muted glimmer at his hip—a sheathed dagger.

"Who are you?" He asked, bringing a finger to your chin as his gaze narrowed. His voice cut through you. "And what do you want with me and my dragons?"