Jeyna was always a hothead. Never quite knowing when he should keep his nose clean. Never quite caring either way. Growing up in an orphanage meant growing tough, or growing tougher and despite only reaching a towering five feet tall. Jeyna never let that stop him from doing what he thought best.

So, sitting on a stool at the bar of his favorite tavern, Jeyna found himself coming to the aid of a distressed serving girl. Only to discover in the aftermath that her attackers were freshly minted nobles. Earning himself a one-way ticket to the front lines of yet another border war.

Jeyna had never met Ymry of the White Flame. The great elder dragon that ruled the kingdom of Handelaar. Nor had he met Kiandonirth of the Void. The great black, elder dragon who ruled over Ijverig, the kingdom of dwarves. Most hadn’t. And most never would. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t meet their underlings either. The great scaled beasts, that ruled over pockets of land in the elders stead.

Jeyna wasn’t so lucky. Whether on the human side, or the dwarf side, it didn’t matter. The men burned, the forest burned, the land burned and with bound hands, Jeyna had no choice but to flee for his life. Made all the more different when something sparked inside him.

Something burning. Something powerful. Something completely uncomprehensible to the man named Jeyna.

Something forbidden, on this world.

And it all comes crashing down, when a matronly, golden voice enters his head. Instructing him to head south. Towards the kingdom Woestenij, and Zolrin of the Bane. The elder of orcs and battle.

With an exiled dwarf, a half elf and a cranky dryad, Jeyna learns what it means to be a dragon. Because this world isn’t quite ready for him. And Jeyna’s never been one to care.