Story Story (kinda medieval themed)

This is my story, its quite short but i hope you like it. Im not really a story writing person and this is my first proper try. Please post constructive criticism and ways i could improve. Also put your opinion and why you do or dont like it.

The name of the bad guy is a work in progress.

Spoiler: my Story

I come from a remote island in the middle of the Jantoh Sea called Yantoah. many years ago a terrible war occurred as the Order of the Kings split, as a Lord I was busy in my part of the island when it started. A King named Ronthall left the Citadel and defied the Order Of The Kings, he was presumed mad and he was...

But madness is not a handicap when you can control it. He became strong and gathered an army of Men. They stayed in the mountain peaks in the beginning but later razed many settlements and murdered the people who lived there. They eventually killed a travelling King. That was just the start, in a short time most of the Order Of The Kings was dead.

That was when the Lords realised Ronthalls power, but it was too late. His armies had gathered. From the Western Sea came the ships of the Corsairs, from the East came the wild folk of the moors. From the south came the fighting desert tribes and their armoured beasts. We tried to fight. We had a few minor victories but the majority of the battles and skirmishes were lost. All that we accomplished was a loss of valuable resources; a chance to assess the enemies strength sadly we lost several lives.

The Lords were always only ever a small group as most of the island and its peace keeping was controlled by the Kings. Only a few Kings remained, they were mostly the elders who were wise and saw the danger before it hit. A few younger Kings had survived as well, those who were still apprentices or had been travelling with the elders.The decision was taken that we must leave. We could never beat the armies that Ronthall had raised. we planned our escape to the letter as his armies closed in. The only allies we still had were the seafaring tribes to the north, they lived on the sea and hunted sea creatures for a living. We escaped with them for they too had realised the enormity of Ronthalls power.

It saddened me to leave my homeland; every day i long to return and free it...