A spirit of knowledge

The back story for a character in "What are we really".

Meeting a certain someone, though it went badly, has me now thinking about when I first came to be. It was on the campus of Doux University. I was formless and couldn't be seen yet, I was born of peoples urning to learn and I took on the kindness of their hearts, their seriousness, their unwavering minds.

Well I was still in this strange form, I explored the campus and the classrooms, I watched the people learn and talk and smile; it "warmed my heart" to watch, but I wanted to partake as well. That desire lead me to learn and practice what I could do, to give myself a solid form, a visible form. It was hard at first and took a large amount of concentration. For the first year of my life I spent my time practicing this as a butterfly. Eventually, I didn't have to think about keeping my form, rather, I only had to think about it when I wanted to change my shape, the rest is what you call "Muscle memory"; technically though, like water, I have no muscles, I have no anything but my consciousness. Not that, that bother me though, as long as I can keep learning and experiencing.

By the time five years passed I was finally passing as an average human but I couldn't just start University without any previous records of myself, something I learned the hard way... Oops. I had to start myself off as a teenager and I had to get some fake Identifications, starting with a birth certificate. It wasn't an easy thing but hanging around in the right places can teach you many a thing, even as a fly on the wall. I myself made everything I needed including a back story on my life.

High school, I learned, was rougher then what I realized and I'm not talking about tests and scores and such. A few of the other students acted like meat headed fools who would disrupt the class's, break things, steal, and harass others. I found myself as one of their targets a number of times because I chose to have a kindly face and a slightly chubby body. Halfway threw the first year I had had enough and I told them off rather then brush them off; they took that as a challenge. I had only seen one fight before and that was the schools boxing team. I got beat hard at first because fighting was never something I thought I would ever partake in and although I remembered how the boxers fought, I didn't know anything about the force behind each swing. But When I got back up after being knocked down, I had a better feeling of what I needed here. I was still struggling to keep it up at first but it wasn't long before I had them regretting what they had started. From then on I didn't have to worry about them and if I saw them being a problem for anyone else, all I had to do was make sure they knew I was there. Still, I was punished for being in that fight. That's something I'll never get; to be punish for defending yourself. Someone understands human nature less then I did in my first hour of life.

When I first made a friend -without realizing what that was- I learned about social interactions, mainly that friends will talk, joke, and play together. I also learned eventually that they also spent time together outside of school. They went to the mall, the movies, arcades, and restaurants this is when I learned about money and how, if I wanted to fit in I would need to get a job. I learned all about jobs and such on the internet at school. This is also how I learned about homes, places people keep their belongings, where they slept, and store foods. I decided It was time to find a job and a home. It was an adventure getting all of that done... A boring adventure which I won't torture you with.

It took some times but I now had a home for myself, a job, and I was on my way to university.

That all happened, my life started, about fifty years ago. I've had to start my "life" over twice but I never went back to high school. Once was enough and now I knew how to fake the info I needed to get back into university each time. This time around, I'm four years in and going for a PhD and its also where I ran into a serious problem... I fell in love. His name is Brad Parker and he's a really sweet guy; he's strong, polite, handsome, he cooks, and he's very loving... But he doesn't know what I am and that -it would seem- that I can't grow old with him, I can't die. I only know that because of a chance encounter with someone in a black, hooded robe, wearing black leather gloves.

She was surprised that I could see her, she was also confused because I seemed different from other people. I was confused as well because I knew she wasn't- She was human in a sense but only as a soul. She wasn't alive. Somehow it came into my mind what she was. She was a human soul given form and power. She was what one would call a "reaper". One of thousands around the world. She was given the power of and employed by the goddess, Death, and her job was to collect souls that needed help letting go and moving on to The Afterlife. She quickly disappeared only to returned the next evening and the first thing she said to me was "You are a spirit, a manifestation of peoples hopes, dream, and/or beliefs." I nodded in agreement. In response I told her what she was and somehow had to explain how I knew that. She told me that I was right and that she learned about me from Death. When I asked about Death and The Afterlife, she explained many things to me on the condition that I never spoke of them with anyone. She told me that Death was the third of the first gods with her brothers being Cronus the god of time and the middle sibling, and finally the first being The Life Breather. Death was in charge of freeing souls from their decaying bodies, reliving the stress and worry of life. Cronus was in charge of growth and progress. The Life Breather though, he was the one who started everything for us he gave us the chance to be. He breathed life into what was lifeless so that Cronus could help us grow and evolve into what we are today. This is also how I learned that even gods can suffer things like depression.

I learned that The Life Breather felt useless after handing the world over to Cronus. His job was over and there was nothing more he could do. In his sadness, he left The Afterlife. No one knew what had happened to him after that but his siblings feel confidant that he still lingers somewhere watching.

I talk with this reaper often and she always teaches me something knew, I just wish she was over and talking with me when I found The Life Breather! Or even afterward so she could help me figure out what to do about the Life Breather. He's currently a mortal teenager and he doesn't know what he is or what he can do. Worst of all, he's scared of me. When I first met him and realized what he was I got so exited and jumped down his throat not realizing he might have locked away his memories so he could live more comfortably. Now I have to figure out how to mend my mistake and teach him about himself... But how?

© 2015 Blayk McCartney

Author's Note

this is just a quick back story for one particular character and it will relate to one of the main story's I plan to post and am in the middle of working on. hopefully I'll finish it soon.
sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

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C.M Grogan

This was interesting. The very beginning had a Frankenstein-like-vibe, with the monster learning over time by watching the family. I think going into more detail about the different forms would be cool, as well, sort of like "The Once and Future King" and all the different forms Merlin turned Arthur into. Lots of potential for a bigger story! Nice work