The forest used to glow and have a life of it's own, it flourished with a kind of magic that gave back to it's people. This was before this generation of people. Some still have that same glow, and some remember when the forest danced, but it was dying. The Spirit's of the people forgot their own traditions, and with that they have let their very foundation fall. Can the tribe regain their once beautiful Land? And revive their glow?