In a time long ago, a Northwestern Indian tribe, one composed of five different tribal bands or clans, betrayed the god of Thunder. It happened in an age when food was plentiful, when starvation was unknown. Yet the men of the tribe sought to kill more game than was needed. The Thunderer’s children thought to intervene on the animals’ behalf, but little did they know that the tribe’s greed had turned to lust. Ultimately, the tribal leaders and their followers killed the Thunderer’s children, every one of them. In retaliation for this evil deed, the Thunderer stole four beautiful women from the tribe and sought to destroy every other member of it, all clans. It would have been accomplished, too, but for the Creator, who intervened. “Nay, these people shall not die,” the Creator decreed. Instead He sent the people of these tribal bands into the mist. There, they would live a half existence. Neither alive nor dead, every individual would be cursed to live forever in the shadows, not real, not even ghosts. But once a generation, a boy would be summoned as his clan’s champion. Becoming real and taking a form of substance forever, the boy would set out into the tangible world, where he would be charged with the duty of undoing the spell which enslaved his people.