The kingdom of Gralrom sat high in the mountains, carved into the stone or built atop plateaus that ancestors long before any dragon that touches the sky now as even born. A proud, mighty nation where dragons could fly like the lords they were or walk the world like mortals. A nation ruled by the great and noble king, Orsorram, as he sought to maintain the delicate balance.

And Orsorram was a good king, Pyvryss knew it. He'd grown up watching his father do incredible things. Pull their nation back from the brink of damn near endless catastrophes. Preventing wars and saving their people from natural disasters, quelling uprisings and somehow finding a way to feed the people through harsh winters where famine should be rampant. Pyvryss desired nothing more than to be like his father.

And today was his day to try.

His father would be gone for a month dealing with a diplomatic issue between allied nations, acting as the wise mediator, leaving Pyvryss in charge. To sit on the throne and rule the kingdom in his father's absence. To prove himself a capable heir to the throne and future leader of the nation.

Oh how quickly things went belly up. Faster then Pyvryss could even really comprehend. Everything was fine for four days. He'd attended the meetings, he'd given commands with confidence, he'd sat in the throne room for hours while the people came to speak to him directly. All the things he saw his father doing.

But not even his father had anticipated that the red dragon warlord Nyzaid would choose now of all times to attack. The warlord seemed too distracted raiding human port towns for booze and shiny things to collect, never so much as setting a claw into the dragon nation's territory. And now here he was at the city walls?! A full assault!? What kind of madman was he?!

Soldiers rush past him as Pyvryss stand in the doorway of the castle, looking out as dragons fly over the walls clashing with his soldiers. His people fled, or hid, or rising up to defend their homes. It was like some kind of story out of one of his father's books but it was all too real and now it was Pyvryss's job to get this in order and keep his people safe. Even if he himself wasn't sure he could do it.