Chapter Four

I have no idea what a “Spirit” really is… to me a Spirit is simply just something like a conscience. You’re more human as a labeled Spirit than you are when you’re only fighting for survival and security rather than an idea that could support the future. A ‘regular’ human is willing to sacrifice anything but itself, but a Spirit… I think if we were an animal… we’d be a unicorn compared to the simple horse (regular people).
During class we usually just sit around and debate, that way we can share ideas and information by doing both at the same time. It often gets a little frustrating as well though, people yelling and flailing their arms, of course, I’m always the silent one in the corner thinking my own thoughts, usually about the topic but you can only stay on one topic for so long before trailing off. We usually argue about the king and what that pig is doing. This is Sleepys specialty. Since he sleeps so often, he uses his free time (When we are all asleep) to get a little nosy and then before he crashes, he fills us in.
Others call us a menace… someone to fear because we have strength they can’t even dream of comparing themselves too. They fear it, they want it, and they can’t have it… so… they kill it off. It used to make me sick when I would go hunting in the city and some one would notice me. The shock in their eyes made me want to kill them. Why should they fear something that won’t attack them much less… someone?
I believe one day they will have killed off the so called spirit. Like a holocaust they will wipe us all out without a second thought. If not that then they will find a way to quit being such sissies or extract the strength from us and take it for themselves; either way I don’t want to live to see it. Think of all your emotions… pretend you have none of them and then stand next to some one who has all of them but has so much of those emotions that you can feel his/her emotions emanating from him/her. How would that make you feel? Scared.
You might think right now that you wouldn’t be scared due to the fact that you have your emotions but surround yourself in a city surrounded by walls which just happens to be surrounded by a wasteland filled to the brim with beasts that can’t be killed as easily as shooting them in the head.
People within the city surrounded by walls don’t really know right from wrong. They are told what’s right and what’s wrong. Spirits are born with that knowledge. Example: Life or death situation. Would you be able to give up your life for some one else’s? A Spirit would know the answer instantly and would instantly give up their life. A person from inside the walls have been taught so they don’t really know what they would do until the time to make their decision was almost out.
We all stay pretty well educated (I know right, teenagers wanting an education) we make little trips into the city to steal reading material and what the teachers are teaching. I stay behind most of the time to hear what the teachers say when they find out a bunch of Spirit teenagers have stolen their lesson for the day. Some times their yelling or frustration turns into a laugh or a smile when they realize we are still trying to have some form of knowledge.
We are all really good people. I’m sure if you lived next to us you’d drop by and visit pretty often. We go out of our way to say hi and we will always have each others backs and support. We are what all of humanity should be except one thing: we are hunted. We are hunted like a man in the safari who has an injured leg and no weapon.
I’m proud to be a Spirit. I have something worth fighting for.