SENATOR BILL MOON carries himself with a thoughtful poise that dignifies him beyond his forty-two years.

He sits in silhouette, quietly embroiled in paperwork.

The room is decked out with the trappings of power, including a large expensive desk, and many photos of the Senator with the President and other dignitaries.

An eager young ASSISTANT named ROY pokes his head through the doorway. He waits in respectful silence before hesitantly breaking the Senator's concentration.

The Senator answers without looking up.

A bookshelf is filled with expensive oversized editions. The Senator's 10 year old SON slides a heavy tome from the bottom shelf onto the floor, with a heavy THUMP.

The boy opens the book of 19th century photographs of Native Americans.

The Senator stares at the book's photograph of a Native American elder, while the baffling implication of his son's question sinks in.

The Senator's gaze stays riveted on the book.

The native elder in the photograph moves. His lips widen ever so slightly into a subtle smile.

A NATIVE AMERICAN ELDER's leathery face broadens into a smile. He walks alone in the moonlit landscape.

SUPER: "American Southwest, 1500 AD."

The man's name is ANASAZI. His weather-worn features express strength, wisdom and humor.

A NIGHT OWL watches, transfixed, as Anasazi emits a low repetitive CALL. It's spine-tingling, like he's coaxing a dark spirit from the depths of the night.

Anasazi becomes bathed in a golden glow. It gets brighter, as a deep HUM gets louder and closer.

The owl flees with a SCREECH. Lizards and snakes wake in fright. They scurry and slither from the pool of golden light into the cover of darkness.

Anasazi looks up. A golden orb races past like a streak of light in the sky. He smiles.

MAIN TITLE: "Destiny Maker."

Anasazi treks jauntily across the desert, following the streak of light toward the sunrise.

Three GALLEONS of Spanish Conquistadors sail across the high seas, lit by the full moon. The CAPTAIN stands next to the FIRST MATE, who is at the helm. The Captain checks the wind in the sails.

The golden orb races across the sky above them with a deep HUM. The MEN look upwards in awe, then cross themselves.

An excited PRIEST rushes up to them.

The men nod curtly, and turn away from him. The Captain spits. The priest crosses himself earnestly.

This is a large tribe, with teepees sprawling endlessly over the flat, moon-lit terrain. SUPER: "Flatlander Tribe."

Sleepy men and women start the day at first light, by gathering food and making fire.

A cruel looking middle-aged man named BLACK FIRE dons his head-dress of feathers and skulls. He adorns himself with jewelry made of gold, and drapes himself with the grisly trappings of a black magician.

A Flatlander WARRIOR approaches him.

Everyone stops in their tracks and looks up, as the golden orb races across the sky with a deep HUM.

The men's upturned faces are filled with awe. Black Fire's face is filled with evil portent.

He wraps his forearm with hide, makes a shrill call and holds his arm out. A big black HAWK lands on his arm, sinking its razor talons into the hide.

The shaman and his black predatory bird regard each other with with cold, ruthless eyes. They understand each other.

He launches the bird into flight.

The hawk speeds off, chasing after the golden orb.

Anasazi makes a lonely figure as he treks across the vast desert sands. An EAGLE hovers high above him.

Anasazi gives a call, and the eagle descends, landing gently on Anasazi's arm as if it were tame.

Anasazi deftly plucks a loose feather from the eagle's tail, and tucks it into his amulet hanging around his neck. The mandala-like talisman is made of pure gold, set with turquoise surrounding a diamond center.

He pushes the big bird back into flight.

He continues walking jauntily across the desert, silhouetted by the full moon on the horizon.

The full moon rises over the upper Grand Canyon. SUPER: "The Cliff People tribe."

MEN and WOMEN begin their day by making fire and gathering food on the bluff above their caves, which are the dwellings they've carved into the sheer cliff face, high above the river gorge.

The golden orb stops, and hovers directly in line with Sirius. It now appears as if Sirius has become a little bigger, and a lot brighter.

One man stops and stares upwards, noticing this change in the heavens. Then the others notice.

The men lean over the edge of the cliff and call down to the caves, to beckon their chief.

Chief White Eagle climbs up a ladder on the cliff face, and joins them.

The chief sees the new look of Sirius, and calls down to his shaman, LONE WOLF.

There is no answer.

Lone Wolf embraces his wife, LITTLE DEER, in their bed, as the chief's voice echoes into their cave:

Lone Wolf turns his head, but Little Deer takes his head in her hands and turns it back, keeping him focused on her.

They complete their embrace.

Lone Wolf gathers his tunic and stumbles toward the cave entrance, overlooking the river gorge far below.

Anasazi's eagle soars high above the camp, watching the men who are watching Sirius. They are fascinated by the star's new look.

The sun breaks the horizon. Hard sunbeams and long sharp shadows suddenly spill across the bluff.

Lone Wolf climbs up a ladder and joins the others.

The men all turn at once as they see Anasazi appear, as if from nowhere.

Anasazi is adorned differently to the Cliff People. He is obviously not of this tribe, nor of any other that comes to mind.

Nevertheless, he is a man of noble stature, with a strong aura of magic and mysticism. He is welcomed warmly by these friendly people, who immediately recognize that he is a shaman.

Anasazi casts his eyes upwards, at the bright star.

The men stare at him, waiting for more.

Everyone stares at him, waiting for more.

Everyone waits.

Anasazi pulls from his pouch a smooth black cylinder of polished obsidian.

The chief beckons Lone Wolf.

Anasazi gives the stone to Lone Wolf.

Lone Wolf takes the stone like he's familiar with it. He shakes it downwards, and the tip of the stone bursts into flames. But the stone remains cool in Lone Wolf's hand.

The men lurch back, shocked by such magic.

Lone Wolf holds his hand over the cool flame, and it goes out. The men crowd in for a closer look.

Anasazi once again emits his spooky repetitive CALL, like he's coaxing a spirit from the night. Once again the scene becomes bathed in a golden glow.

The men look skyward and see the golden star shining so brightly that it's visible even now, after the sun has risen.

They all stare in silent awe, except Lone Wolf, who looks suspicious. The chief turns to Lone Wolf.

All eyes turn to Lone Wolf, as he thinks carefully.

A strong MURMUR passes through the gathering.

The men appraise Anasazi suspiciously.

The men look back and forth between Anasazi and the bright star in the heavens.

Anasazi smiles.

On the sheer cliff just below where the men are standing is the entrance to Lone Wolf's cave.

Inside, Lone Wolf's wife, Little Deer, tosses and turns in her troubled sleep. The golden glow lights the entrance to the cave.

In the glow appears the translucent astral body of Anasazi's eagle. It floats gently toward Little Deer.

She becomes relaxed and receptive, as the eagle lands on her belly.

Her belly glows, and the eagle floats away.

On the bluff above the cave, Anasazi continues his talk with Lone Wolf. His remarks are punctuated by the sharp CAWS of a CROW.

The crow CAWS one last time, then plummets to the ground, stone dead, right at Lone Wolf's feet.

The men's faces show that they regard this as a very bad omen. Lone Wolf glares at Anasazi, but the elder looks past the shaman, and sees his eagle fly away. The bird goes unnoticed by the men, who still stare at the omen of death lying at Lone' Wolf's feet.

Anasazi disappears as suddenly as he appeared.

The men stare at Lone Wolf with a sense of foreboding. The shaman throws the dead crow over the cliff, and announces cynically:

But he looks troubled as he climbs down the ladder to his cave.

Little Deer lies in bed, all aglow.

Lone Wolf enters. Little Deer closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. He glowers at her.

She slowly opens her eyes.

Lone Wolf is shocked.

She looks a whole lot better than okay.

Lone Wolf looks even more troubled than before. He stares into the glowing red embers in his small fire. He stokes them, and sparks fly. Then yellow crackling flames burst into life.