The Heir of Dragons: A Legend begins

Prologue

The Tyron Islands were in an age of prosperity and peace like it hadn't known before. This age was moving quickly towards its centennial and it didn't appear that it would end any time soon. It wasn't the longest time of peace in written history but it was the most cherished.    The main Island held the King and his grand city with several villages and out posts.  It was the hub and center of all things in the Kingdom.  In the capitol there were great balls and fairs, competitions, and celebrations for no other reason than boredom.  Of the eight outlying islands five had villages on them.  They too had fairs and celebrations but not as grand as those in the capitol. 

It was a self-contained kingdom rich in minerals, lumber, fish, and hearty people. Any trade beyond the Islands was pure profit beyond the cost of shipping.  the prosperity reached all walks of life and even the lowest class lived well.  These people were after all still human and there were those that envied others their wealth or were just to lazy to work for their share of the pie.  As such the tranquility was occasionally broken by these brazen individuals.   Bandits and the like were dealt with by constables and the proud peace keeping force. Due to everyone's prosperity even those elements were barely existent. 

When the first reports of raiding to one of the outlying Islands came to the Kings ears it came as a shock. The Fel Islands formed a half circle guarding the Islands against their closest neighbors. With the exception of the one route that was patrolled and made safe by the King's Navy and those of the closest trade partner there was no other way to Tyron Islands besides a long trip around the guarding arch. Even with the surprise of the news a fleet of the King's Navy carrying a company of soldiers to the Perry Ilse and its neighbor Stone Ilse. They next two raids were turned away with minimum casualties. The next though the raiders brought reinforcements. The battle was long and bloody neither side could claim victory. The Stone Isle was lost completely though Perry Isle fared better. 

It was from prisoners taken in the battle on Perry Isle that the cause and source of the raiding was learned. The Fire Islands that lay one hundred and fifty leagues north were in dire straits. Volcanoes that lay long dormant had awoken and half of the Islands were now dead rock. With their resources depleted and most of their population living on half of the space this war like people sought an outside source of resources. The Fel Islands held nothing but brimstone and Demons so they skirted around and the first place they came across was the fair Kingdom of Tyron. The good news was that by the time the raiders got the Tyron they were see weary and low on supplies. The bad news was that these war like people were desperate, battle hardened, and outnumbered the Tyronian forces.

The raiders began coming in force after that battle. All efforts were put into the effort to repel the force. The communities on the outlying Iles became garrisons with a naval armada and soldier battalion at each outpost. The Raiding carried on and communities built up inside these garrisons. Children were born and these soldiers became known as defenders. The sons of these soldiers joined the defenders, the daughters became support. The raiding carried on. For the most part the raiders were met at the out posts but every so often a group got through to the main Island. For years this went on, the constant fighting, the constant push to military supply, and the fear that raiders would break through.

Years turned to a decade, and a decade turned to decades. All the while the Fire Islands were slowly becoming the Molten Isle. The main volcano seemed to consume the surrounding lesser volcanoes. Each time it erupted it seemed to get bigger and it would reach a nearby island and cover it in molten lava. The lava never seemed to completely cool, the red glow could be seen in veins throughout the whole. As they continued losing ground the raids started coming more frequently and with more ferocity. The only saving grace was by that time they were facing the second generation and the beginning of the third generation of Defenders. At that point it was never really called a war, but that was exactly what it was. The war raged on.