The Summer islands where a peaceful group of tropical landmasses way out to see somewhere in the universe. Disconnected from the outside world the people were a simple race, save but one boy. His name was Tyra. He had spunky blonde hair and brown eyes. Dressed in white the boy seemed to be just like all of his kind. But he wasn't. Tyra was a dreamer. He knew that there were other worlds out there and that he was going to visit them. He also had a strange feeling, something he had had for as long as he could remember. It was night and Tyra was lying on his bed trying to sleep as tomorrow him and his friends would escape this island on a raft that they had been building over the past few months. Suddenly Thunder rumbled in the distance as a storm erupted, 'Oh no! The Raft!' Tyra cried and began to run downstairs...