Long, long ago in the heart of Odura laid the gift of Xarheia, nestled among the cold stones. But savagery follows a dragon everywhere, and death is bound to happen. When a sickness arises, only the brave will seek a cure. The brave that also happen to be in the form of adorable dragon hatchlings. Tashimaui and Oleander were among the two, siblings but of different breeds. But when your half blooded it seems trouble follows you more then most. Will they be able to gain the trust of new friends, or are they bound to succumb to the same thing that endangers the entire face of Odura? (This story is currently on Hiatus until further notice. I'm just having a bit of a writer's block with this one and hope to return to it in the future.)