Of the unique spirits flitting through the wilderness of myth and legend, few are as ageless as the Moon, though many would boast.
When I was more than a youth but not yet a man I sought the Mountain Where the Sun Rises. On its wide peak I built my fire to see the dreams of Grandfather Raven.
“Know me as CREATOR,” said he, “In distant lands and near see my Great Works! The Land rose because I dealt it, and the Moon, and the Sun, and the Stars – no greater! Know me as Liberator of the First Men, and Fire, and all Fresh Water that flows.
“Know me as SAGE and PROPHET. Long have I consulted for Gods and Kings. Each names me Wisdom and hears my future-say.
“Know me as GUARDIAN. Lost halls of stone remember my passing for their secrets are Mine to keep! The Sacred Ocean and its Tides call me Protector.
“Know me as DEATHSHAND. I Foretell War and claim the Slain. None pass the Shadow World without my consent.
“But know me most as TRICKSTER, for I would be naught in all else but for that!”
And Laughing Grandfather Raven stole my fire. Flying West he brought its light to the World.