Zeru was born beneath the blazing twin suns of Solareth, a kingdom nestled high in the obsidian peaks of the Flamecall Range—a realm hidden from mortal sight and ruled by a royal bloodline of dragon shifters. As the firstborn prince, Zeru was destined to inherit the throne, a title passed down through ancient flame and sacred blood. He was raised on the myths of gods and monsters, molded by power, pride, and the knowledge that his roar would one day command legions.

But power, as it often does, breeds envy.

Zeru’s uncle, Veyron, had long simmered in the shadows, a cunning and cold-blooded dragon with no claim of his own—until whispers began to spread that Zeru’s bloodline was tainted. That Zeru’s mother had not been of pure dragon descent, but human-born, taken in secret during a war-torn truce between realms. A dangerous heresy. One that could fracture the royal house.

The coup came swiftly. Zeru’s father, the king, was assassinated during the eclipse ceremony—a symbolic day when dragon magic was weakest. Zeru, blamed for his father’s death, was dragged before the council in chains of fire. Betrayed by those he’d once led, he was stripped of his title, branded a traitor, and exiled under penalty of death should he ever return.

Years passed. Zeru wandered the mortal world, his powers volatile, his pride charred but unbroken. He became a myth among men, a firestorm in human form, chased by bounty hunters and dragon cultists alike. A beast in exile, burning through the world with a fury he barely contained. Yet in secret, he watched his homeland from afar, waiting for the right moment. Gathering strength. Learning control.

He thought he needed no one. Until he found the scholar.

A human—curious, brilliant, far too clever for their own good—who stumbled upon ancient draconic texts thought long lost. Texts that hinted at Zeru’s true bloodline. Texts that could unravel the lies that led to his downfall.

Now, for the first time in years, Zeru’s fire has a purpose greater than vengeance.