Forged in Dragonfire

I go to bed, covered in warm furs in Nchuand-Zel, with my cousin in the next cot over and my mother yelling obscenities. I wake up on a cold, cold stone slab, all alone and very confused. /Or:/ The result of an idea I just couldn't let go, in which the Dragonborn is part of a race considered as extinct as dragons. (M/M pairings present)