Before the Birth:
Native American Male Voice: A wise Medicine Man once told me, destiny is patient like the pebbles in a raging water...
A man can be seen walking alone in the dark woods, holding a torch in his right hand and clutching a circular object close to his chest with his left arm. He comes across a cave, cautiously looking around before entering.
Native American Male Voice: It took me a... long time to figure out what he meant.
The man spent a few hours in the cave with what sounded like metal chipping away at the thick rock. The man slowly came out of the cave, hos dusty and sweat-stained clothes with the occasional bloodstain clung to his body. Just the style of the clothes suggested that it was some time in either the 15 or 1600s.
Native American Male Voice: I never did believe in destiny or fate...
The man can be seen dropping the torch he was carrying and started running into the darkness of the woods, however, he did not have the circular object he was carrying. He literally vanished into thin air leaving nothing but darkness behind him.
Native American Male Voice: But my views over the... years have been tested...
There is utter darkness almost as if one was in a void with no direction of up or down. The darkness starts to fade revealing a thicket of dense trees, sunlight, and clear blue skies.
Native American Male Voice: I find that "Destiny" and "Fate" are funny things...
The figure of a man can be barely be seen in the woods, watching over the entrance of a cave from afar. Watching people just walk right by the cave without batting an eye, while others would go in a few feet and leave. He sighed and walked deeper into the woods.
Native American Male Voice: They can weave intricate webs like Grandmother Spider...
A ratty looking pale skin man, almost vagrant, can be seen in a lab like room. Sweat beads can be seen glistening in what little light there was in the room. He was standing, overlooking a glass see-through case filled with some type of gas most likely liquid nitrogen. hiding a triangular-circular object. To the left of the glass case, was a case slightly bigger than a lunch box.
Native American Male Voice: Bringing us together...
There was a shatter and the pale skin man hurriedly grabbed the object from the glass case as sirens and klaxons started their wails. He placed the object in the case which started spitting out the very same liquid nitrogen to keep the object cold. He quickly made his way to the garage and stole an inconspicuous car and drove right out of the building.
Native American Male Voice: They can be rather cruel and unforgiving from the weak to the strong...
A handsome blonde man looked over the scenery of the city down below. He looked to be in his Mid-20s with a perfectly chiseled face and long blonde hair braided in a ponytail. He was wearing an intricate black business suit with a red ascot scarf. Adorned on his right breast was a golden trinket with a dark green gemstone in the center. Behind him a brunette woman and 6 other men of various skin and hair tones kneeling before him as if he were a god.
Native American Male Voice: However they can put us on the proper path...
A boy in his mid-teens is accompanied by 2 of his closest friends. It is a down stair's wrestling room during School After hours. He shows them what he received in the mail from some unknown sender. As he opens the box 3 separate beams of light come from the box.
Native American Male Voice: Changing our paths without warning...
A woman looking to be in her late teens to early 20's can be seen hugging her parents and walks to her car. She had chestnut brown hair, freckles across the ridge of her nose, and piercing green almost hazel eyes. She gets into a green 2 door car with bumper stickers of 2 colleges she had attended. She starts her car and waves to her parents one last time before driving away.
Native American Male Voice: Changing who we are...
A 16-year-old strawberry blonde could be seen pacing what could presumably be her home. She was eagerly anticipating someone's arrival, being that she was going to be home alone for nearly 2 weeks. Her wait seemed to last an eternity making her so anxious she failed to notice that the furniture was moving around without her touching it.
Native American Male Voice: But every once in a while there will be one...
A lightly tan skinned 16 years old is dropped off in front of a 2 story house. He cautiously looks around before grabbing his duffel bag. His long hair pulled back into a ponytail, with some of it blowing in the wind. He had sunglasses on covering his eyes and some of the freckles on his face. He knocked on the door smiling as it slowly opens revealing a strawberry blonde girl who grabbed him and gave him a big hug.
Native American Male Voice: That when destiny or fate causes our paths to cross...
The 2 walked into her home, close the door and lock it. On a beautiful mid-summer day, they closed all the blinds and shutters as not to be disturbed by the outside world.
Native American Male Voice: They can change the direction we take in our lives...
The scenery now changes from the 2 story house to the cave. The midsummer's sun still beaming down on through the clear blue sky. Darkness starts descending cutting the sun and the sky first, then the trees until the cave is all that is left.
Native American Male Voice: Changing us along...
The darkness eventually swallows the cave, with no direction of up or down. However, a light with a head and tail could be seen going in a circle like a dog chasing its tail.
Native American Male Voice: With changing the world forever with their path...
The chasing circular light turns into flashes emanating from a circular object with slight mechanical purr before becoming a solid glow of possibly heavenly light. One can barely see the silver center of the light.
Native American Male voice: I am still waiting for that person...
For a fleeting second in the solid glow of light, the figure of a man can barely be seen. Just the rough outline of 7 spikes, one on the head, 2 on each for arm facing opposite directions, and 1 located near the elbows on each arm could be seen. The mechanical purring sound died down as the seemingly heavenly light disappears and the male figures disappear into the darkness.