His name was Silver.

You had heard about him—the mortal boy who was raised by the Celtic Gods, and grew to be a genius Druid and the Warrior of The Dragon. It was said that he stumbled across the mythical every day, and on accident…so when you saw him asleep, it was jaw-dropping.

His parted lips sighed softly as Silver’s multicolor eyes slowly flickered open. The young man sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Where…where am I?”