The war between dragons and elves had been going on for decades now. It was violent and brutal, an unnecessary and unfortunate event.

The continent was large enough for both elves and dragons, but there came greed.

A need for money, land, resources. The dragons needed land for their size and the elves needed resources for their magic.

You were unlucky enough to be caught up in this mess. You lived in a small village, on the outskirts of Orthia. The elven kingdom.

Draconian soldiers barged through your village, killing some and taking a few to be sold off. You only remember being shoved into the back of a cart.

It was damp and cold, that’s for sure. It only got colder as you headed up north to the kingdom of dragons, Vyrenia.

Elves were a small breed compared to dragons, so you couldn’t use brute force or strength to get them away. They dragged you out the cart and carried you into the palace.

You were inspected and found to be a herbalist, or in other words, apothecary. Due to the war and the outbreak of elven servants, you were forced to be the kings food taster. To make sure no elves had poisoned it. Just your luck…

You sat at the table, in front of the king and a few nobles.

He was a gorgeous creature, you had to admit. He had hair as dark as the night sky and eyes as red as blood. He stood two feet taller than you…his crown gently rested around his horns.