Long ago, the Wabanaki Indians would call the coming of the invaders the Day of Red Rain. They arrived in grim ships, ahead of stormclouds like no Wabanaki had ever seen. Like no Wabanaki would ever see again in their lifetimes. The deeds of the battle would pass into oral history, oral history passed into legend, legend became myth-- the myth of the Darkness War. The Darkness War will be ended this day, though months of prayer and offerings will pass before Wabanaki dreams are cleared of terrible aspects. Before their dreamcatchers will no longer be stained with a violent, dark residue.