When time began their was only endless black waters. Yet from water comes all life and from this primordial force was born the first of goddesses, Neith. As the water continue to form the world and everything within it. Neith's natural instict to protect and nurture the people lead her to Champion of the Hunt. With meat she fed them and with hides she clothe them. But as the people she sought to protect grew old, sick or died on the battlefeild. Neith compasion forced her to change her calling. With nimble fingers the goddess wove shrouds to sheild the lost spirits of the dead on their journey to the underworld. Leaving a loose thread she could trace as the ghosts venture down the river. As time pass more and more threads spread acroos the world weaving an intrecate pattern of fate that only Neith could see.