There are some people for whom the force of life beats strongly. Those whose spirits shine brightly through the aether, confounding the plans of beings which exist in myth. They are beacons, balefires, casting a luster around themselves, an aural glow. Those with second sight can see them through the shade of mystery.

Fred Jones was supremely such an individual. Born in obscurity to ordinary parents, his advent did not go unnoticed by those who see behind the veil.

He was ordinary in mundane appearance, yet his presence drew the eye. Mysterious occurrences followed him as beings of mystery swirled in his wake. Oh, to be his consort would be a great prize indeed! Life force could nurture much.

Great efforts among the unseen followed him, beings of great power to minor sprites moved in competition to absorb his power. Whichever succeeded would feast indeed. They fought to consume him, all bent on bringing his fate to a certain conclusion. Yet his force of life made the sum of their efforts always unknown. Fred Jones was supremely such a one as to confound fate. His destiny was his own.