Lyrόnia

The Isle in the Mist

[Prologue]

Far across the Sea of Tdlilôn, shrouded in mist, lay the island nation of Lyrόnia. Discovered in ages past by sailors who weathered a tempestuous storm, the island greeted them with a curious innocence. Its inhabitants, unlike any the sailors had encountered, possessed a striking uniqueness. With bright red hair ablaze against onyx eyes or locks as white as freshly fallen snow contrasting with eyes akin to precious sapphires, the Lyrόnians were a sight to behold. Adorning each Lyrόnian was a distinctive white mark, a symbol of intimate identity.

To the Islanders, those who ventured onto their shores were dubbed 'Newmen', a term encompassing all who crossed their borders. Enriched by the island's abundant resources, the sailors forged bonds with the Islanders, exchanging knowledge and goods. Among them was Ensio Yadier, a sailor who befriended King L'halin, regaled the ruler and his people with tales from distant lands.

As the cultures intertwined, Port Turmai emerged—a bustling nexus of trade and camaraderie. Ensio's friendship with the King granted him a unique position, his descendants becoming the sole proprietors of the shipping and trading business that bore the Yadier name. Yet, amidst this harmony, a decree forbade the Newmen's from straying beyond the confines of the port town, a boundary enforced to preserve the sanctity of the rest of the island, reserved solely for the Lyrόnians.

Despite the peace, curiosity grew within the hearts of the Newmen's, fueled by the mystery of what lay beyond the port town's borders.

This growing curiosity would cause this peace to be broken centuries later.  ____________________________________________________________________________

The thunder and rain collided together in a symphony of nature's raw elements. Yet, the music of the storm was punctuated by an eerily human sound – the thud of hurried footsteps beating relentlessly against the wet, muddy soil of the forest, followed by the metallic clank of heavy armor meeting the muddy floor. Masked under the storm's crescendo, a lone woman clutched her infant daughter, close to her chest. As she ran for their lives, the rain fell harshly upon her, becoming both an obstacle and an ally – a cover of sorts for her escape. As she ran deeper into the forest the area became more humid, her pace quickening at the sight of the mist flowing down the trees that stood above her. Her body was completely hidden by the mist the deeper she journeyed, her pursuers lost in the arms of the fog, left to wander.

The woman lets out a long withheld sigh, slowing her pace just a little, to gain her strength back. 

Traveling deeper down the familiar path, her eyes brighten at the light glowing in the distance. Holding her slumbering child close, she follows the light. The vision of the light cleared as she got closer to the light. There stood her mother, along with her three younger brothers, the oldest held the light up high. While the youngest lied near his second brother, his strength was well spent as he rested. The second oldest seemed to be meditating. The mother walked up to her oldest daughter, with a relieved expression on her face. "Are you well, Laina? Not harmed I hope." Her mother asked, her voice filled with caution, fear ever present in her eyes.

"She and I are fine, she slept through most of the action." Panting heavily, Laina smiles, looking down at her still slumbering child. She gently placed the infant girl into her mother's arms. "I'm going to lead them away," Laina said with firm resolve, pulling her hood up to shield herself from the storm. The second child opens his calling for his oldest sister's attention. Laina stops and turns back to look at her brother.