The Spirit Of Seeing — A Short Story About The Internet

“He’ll do great things that boy..”

That’s what the village people said about him. Strong, co-ordinated, talented, smart and charming. The young man felt as though he could become anything he wanted.

He stood tall with his shoulders back and his blue eyes spoke of a steady self-confidence held deep within him. His body was strong, built through years of intensive sword training.

After endless hours of sword practise, he began to stroll through the village back to his home. A number of girls waved to him as we walked by and he politely waved back.

Upon arriving home, he began sharpening his swords ready for training the next day.

Suddenly, a spirit appeared behind him, calling his name. The young man spun around ready to attack, only to find an incredibly plain looking spirit floating harmlessly in the centre of his room.

Neither male nor female, the spirit held an entirely blank expression. Neither happy nor sad, as though there was no emotion inside it whatsoever. The spirit spoke “Jean of Furthershore, I am the Spirit of Seeing”.

The young man stood facing the spirit confrontationally. “What do you want?” he said drawing his sword. The spirit remained completely unafraid.