In the southeast lay the great forests. Trees as tall as the world was wide, plants as ferocious and beautiful as any predator. The rustle of animals scampering at the slightest sound, the growls of their hunters. Beneath the canopies of the great forests the light comes down only through feeble rays, almost giving anyone between the ground and the sky the feeling of being beneath water. The never ending war for the life-giving sunlight.