A shadow has crossed the moon. King Bartok, the Night King, is dead. Murdered by King Igor. The Sun now reigns supreme. But a shadow is slowly blotting out the sun. The Shadow Bands are slowly stealing all of the king's taxes while searching for a way to kill King Igor and his adviser, Lord Lucien. In the dungeon the master thief, Alaska, is about to make a discovery that could save the kingdom from a total eclipse...

How do these trees feel? Are they sad that they are dying? Are they suffering?