The prophecy of the Thunderbird unfolds:
In the days of old, the Thunderbird ascended the great Sacramento Mountains to nest and lay twin eggs. One twin found solace atop the mountain, basking in the perfect sunlight, while the other twin dwelled in the valley, shrouded in cold shadows. The valley twin climbed the mountain, pleading for warmth to bring life back to the frostbitten fields. Yet, the mountain twin, content in his warmth, refused change.
Desperate, the valley twin summoned a new sun—greater, brighter, and stronger than the one before. As dawn broke, the mountain seemed unchanged, but in the valley, life flourished. Animals roamed, plants thrived, and joy returned to the valley twin.
However, mankind, in their hubris, corralled beasts and claimed dominion over the land. The abundance given by God dwindled under man's grasp. The Thunderbird, mighty and fierce, held a feather capable of destruction for those who twisted life into death and exploited the world's gifts.
The bison roamed free, embodying the harmony once known. They witnessed man's separation from the land, taking more than their share. The earth, in turn, gave way to weeds and desolation. The bison, in their wisdom, offered their hide to warm the cold, their bones for tools, and their horns for hunting.
In their sacrifice, the bison taught mankind to care for the children of the earth. Together, they forged a bond that would transcend life and death, uniting all in heaven as they once lived on the plains.
Thus, the prophecy speaks: Embrace the balance of the sun and the valley, honor the gifts of the land, and walk in harmony with all creatures, for in unity lies the path to heaven.