Hiding Grace

Many stories have a hero or heroine who saves the world, the type of person who is like the bright golden sun, a ray of hope and faith.
However, with light comes the darkness, the shadows. Engulfing all that surrounds them like a black hole in space, nothing can escape.

In my world, people are divided into three categories varying on their soul essence, this goes without question. It is what fate has predetermined and is unchangeable.

The Hunters - People who can only live by feeding on others souls, their passion, their life, their memories.

The Cultivators - Those who develop their soul to achieve many great results in multiple disciplines, they are the geniuses.

The Prey - People who cannot see any essence nor can they cultivate or hunt, more than 75% of the world falls into this category.

My name is Grace, born by prey yet I fit into neither of the three catagorgies. I am an anomaly. If found the Government with see to my end, I must be prey or face the consequences.