Six thousand years ago, before the war between the wise Corrinics (dragons) and the Genocidal Falconwards (Demons), a small infant was left alone in front of a cottage in the woods. It was told that the child was adopted by a human family who took care of him, he lived on by himself going on journeys and living his life to the fullest, slowly reaching for the unexpected that he's been looking for. ((Ps: Bear with me this is my first story to write so there will be a little wrong grammar but I'll fix that UwU ))