Wanderer of Aethon

He woke up in a field with no memory, no history, and no name for what he was. What he had was this - hands that already knew how to fight, a power that made the world take notice whether he wanted it to or not, and the specific unsettling awareness that whatever he was, he wasn't finished becoming it yet. Thoren takes work where he can find it, builds a party of people who are each extraordinary in their own right, and tries to understand a world he arrived in without context or explanation. But the world is not content to wait for him to figure it out. A secret organization with thousands of years of history has been watching since the day he arrived. A Dragon King has felt his presence from two hundred miles away. Gods older than the world itself have turned their attention toward a man who doesn't know where he came from. And somewhere in a warded clearing on the side of a mountain, the last person who carried what Thoren carries has been waiting for him for a very long time. The Wanderer of Aethon is the story of a man becoming something the world has no category for. Of the people who stand beside him while he does. And of everything that standing beside him is going to cost them. Some journeys don't have endings. This one is just beginning.