Sadness and euphoria are intertwined within the fabrics of
our lives. I should know; they are the emotional landscape I’ve crossed back
and forth for decades. I never wanted for material items, mine were more spiritual.
Maybe I didn’t care about the material things because I never had to think
about them. They were always provided to me by my fellow disciples. The
spiritual ones developed over decades of following my instincts and intensive education.
My entire life was dedicated to my craft, which led me to another dangerous exchange
between sadness and euphoria.
My
name is Caeles Novo. My grandfather believed I was sent from the heavens to
change the ways of our lost disciples. This is why I was given my particular
name. You won’t know me. I work in the shadows. I look like any other human
wandering the busy streets of large cities. I can also look like a broken man
on the side of a country road. That’s the idea.
My education and that of my fellow
disciples was more extensive than most that travel the earth. You see, my life
expectancy was once more than three times longer than ordinary humans, so my structured
learning lasted three times longer as well. Ordinarily you would think more education
could only be a plus. Think again. Our superiority has destroyed our way of
life. We are not ordinary humans.
Despite my superior intelligence,
I was victimized by some who no longer found my way of leadership in compliance
with their own way of life. Priorities changed for some, mine were more secure.
My fellow disciples and I were trained for one mission in life. I followed my gut
and continued our predetermined journey, others didn’t. But suddenly, I again
crossed over from euphoria to sadness. I realized I lost the ability to do what
I was destined to do. In those mere seconds of self realization, when you have
once again crisscrossed back to the other side, you must decide who you are.
Some are designed to lead, while
others follow. Some are dominant. Others live a more submissive way of life.
Some live very conservative lives while others want to change the structure of
every institution they meet. Some are men, some are women. Some have dark
skins, others the shade of cream. None of that mattered to me. I only cared
about the next soul on my list. I could read souls like some read the daily
newspaper. If yours was broken, I stole it. That was my mission in life and I
make no apologies for who I am. If you couldn’t appreciate all that life had
bestowed upon you, welcome to my list.
I was trained to be an unseen
shadow. You never found me. I found you. When I did, you would either fall to the
ground or barely feel a scratch. Everyone has a soul. However, depending on how
much one believes they own a soul, determines how much the loss affects them.
Non-believers are fools. I know the truth. I will steal your most possession if
you make my list of being a dark soul. I’ve taken from some who laugh in my
face, or cry for redemption within moments of my thievery. Either way, I was
completing what I was born to do.
If I wasn’t taking your soul, one
of my fellow disciples would do so with as much passion as me. After all, we
trained for fifty years to be experts in our decree sent from the heavens.
However, some of our disciples claimed that the extra education, they evolved
past being mere soul stealers. For their sin in wandering away from our mission,
I will destroy their perfect lives.
