"Chosen? What the fuck are you talking about, boy?"
As my words confounded my audience, I tried to think of a way to explain. These three were Specters who had lived so long that they had no direction. They were literally the definition of the living dead.
Humans were the only creatures on earth who believed they had a higher purpose. Animals and insects, regardless of breed, race, or gender, all simply wanted to survive.
Man was unparalleled in this regard. Despite having no claws, man hunted. Even without fur or wings, humans could survive in the harshest of climates.
But it was funny, no matter where you were in the world. All humans had the same destiny. They all believed that they were meant for something more. Otherwise, the question "What am I here for?" would not be asked worldwide.
