Once upon a time long, long ago there was a magical, kind king made of wood who lived in the merry forest of one of the many wonderful bejeweled worlds of the immortals. Then one terrible day a great and powerful tragedy struck, destroying all he loved and all he held dear making him bitter and wrathful. He had to say farewell his beloved forestry home for it was no longer habitable. He had to find another home, another world suitable for himself and his constituents, The Tree People. He, his children, and his loving immortal wife wandered for millions of years until they found a new world called earth in an unknown realm so unlike their own. He was beside himself with joy. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was a live, plush world, supporting an abundant of beingness; teeming with plenty of greenery of all sorts. But most of all, it had lot of trees; his nearest relatives. He knew he had found a new home. He and his kind settled in peace but not for long as the natives of this new world discovered their presence many wanted them gone. The struggle for domination between the two life forms begun and continued to this day.