The sounds of chanting fill the air, drowning out the churning of the river.

Along the banks, near the waters edge, some twenty Native American men and women stand. Some are dressed in traditional garb while others are clad in modern survival gear.

All are heavily armed.

It is the women who lead the chant, the sound of their voices taking on an otherworldly tone, as the men stand guard around them.

Slowly the river calms. The ripples and bubbles fade away as the surface of the water becomes as smooth as glass.

From the depths a white glow appears. Spreading towards the banks.

As the chanting reaches its peak the river slowly returns to life. The light begins to flow with the current, spreading down stream.

The chant comes to a sudden halt as the women who lead it collapse.

The intensity of the glow is now brighter than the full moon and the river is turning wild.

Several of the men help the women up and prepare to leave.

The last barrier is in place. The fight must now be taken to the enemy.