Rikaimher
"One cannot survive without the other.
The land cannot survive without the Draconic, which has breathed life through it for an eternity."
A thousand years ago, Rikaimher was balanced. Until the settlers came, with their fury and their destruction they threw the magick out of equilibrium. With that, the first land fell and the four Draconics left, went into hiding.
*this world is entirely my own idea, therefore no one has permission to use any of these ideas*