Section 4:

     It was on! It took a little convincing, since the teacher is so pro human, but my topic was finally decided on, and the next thing was for us to pick out which side we would be on. I, obviously, chose to be on team 'against human' while Quancie was the first to choose team 'pro human.' It was like fate that we had become mortal enemies. Our battle would be legendary! Since we were the two smartest students in class, we were both placed in our respective teams as 'team leader.' The class was evenly split, except for the one with an odd number, who defected to the 'pro human' side. Most of the members on my team didn't want to be there, however. They wanted to be on Quancie's team, but the teacher wanted both sides to have a fair ammount. Not like that was helping anything. I would end up being the only one actually doing anything anyways; and I didn't mind that. I liked the idea of searching around the village for clues, like a detective at the scene of a crime. I was sure to find something good to use against Quancie and her team!

    We were all let out of class early that day, giving me some time before sundown to look for good points to use against the player. I couldn't use silly ones like: "he kicked me out of my bed one morning" or "he's the reason my parents are dead." Reasons like that would be no use in a debate, as our teacher lectured on that day. She had told us that every day she would give a small lecture on each step towards a good debate, and each day we would go out and try to implant those new things we had learned. Our first challenge was to find at least three big fat facts that stick as the "backbone" of our argument. It was my job to look for three big facts that made my point, and also impacted the entire village. For this, a little research was required.

     I began my search by interviewing each and every villager, asking about their opinion on the human, and why they felt that way. While I wasn't able to talk to a few, including several of the older ones who would have been the best to ask, due to their duties as leaders and such, I was able to interview over twenty villagers that day! Wow! That's nearly half the village! After all my note taking was done, I sat down under the shade of a tree as the darkness of the night began creeping up, and examined my notes. For each one I had: the villager's name, their yes or no liking of the  human, and a synopsis of why. I read through, making sure I had done everything correctly. Sure enough, the facts were well documented right before me. However, they weren't exactly bending in my favor. Out of all twenty-one, only three said they for sure didn't like the player, and all their reasons were ones such as: he pushed me when he was running past, or, he stole some carrots from my farm that one time. Again, not helpful, since the reasons had to be something that effected everyone. I might have been able to turn it into some sort of bad citizen thing, but that was nowhere near close enough to have him kicked out entirely. I needed something much better than that.

     Before I even knew it, the moon was shining down on me, telling me it was time for bed. I stood quickly, looking around instinctively for any other villagers, seeing none. It must have been really late this time! I quickly ran back over to the house I slept in, running in and waking the two others from their sleep.

     "Uhm, Tim? What are you doing to late out at night?" Xile the librarian mumbled, half asleep.

     "Sorry. I was busy reading." I lowered my head, slowly closing the door, unlike how I had opened it. Then, I scurried up to the top bunk, finding the human wasn't already in it. "..Um, where did the human go?" I asked.

     "Oh? Him? Yeah, he left earlier today while you were in school. We are thinking he went out mining again, since he took a bunch of iron pickaxes with him. He probably won't be back until tomorrow or something." Xile said, trying to hide his worry for the human's safety. Honestly, how can he care? Xile only sees the human every now and than when he visits the library anyways, which is rarely. But, excited by the news, I sprawled out on the bed, glad as heck that it was finally mine, and mine alone. No stinky feet. No being kicked off; not even the feeling of being cramped. Finally, I could sleep, in peace.

Section 5:

     The next day in class, we learned more about the research side. We learned that one must stop and look at a problem from all angles in orger to truly find a good topic/point for a debate. I put this new idea to use just later thst day. I looked around the village for something to pick at. Ah, yes. The animals. A great place to start! I began by observing the human's pet dog. The poor dog had been left behind, like always, to watch over the rest of the wandering animals. The human never brought him along, not even on short trips thst only took a few minutes. Thus, you could say the pup was neglected, left alone, to fend for itself. I fed the dog soon after realizing how bad I felt for him. The poor thing did look quite lonely. Awesomely, the dog decided to follow me after I fed him, and he stuck with me as I observed the other animals.

     The cows may be simple creatures, but I knew they were the secret to exploiting the human's hidden hatred. No one ever knew why, but one day, the cows began to multiply. It was right after the human had broken down all the animal pens and allowed them to roam free. Later, villagers began saying they had personally seen the human feeding them, encouraging them to breed. I was very young at the time, but I still remember seeing when the ammount of cows had gotten insane. They were everywhere! I began getting used to the unnatural ammount of mooing, when probably the worst thing I had witnessed in my entire life happened. The human used wheat and walked all around the village, collecting each and every cow until they were parading behind and all around him. He then brought them to the open field right between the house I reside in, and the schoolhouse, and quickly pulled out his iron sword. The rest I still to this day try to forget. By the end of his massacre, there were no cows remaining, except for the poor orphaned calves left to fend for themselves. That event, thankfully, ticked off more than just me. Looking through the village's documents out of curiosity, I found out that there had been several discussions about the human as a possible threat, but it had all been shrugged off when things settled and no long term harm had been dealt. Still. No one had yet to find out why the human did that, so it was all up for speculation and assumptions. Perhaps, if I spoke of the event the right way, I could make people think of it in a slightly different light, and see the human once again as a possible threat. But, such a claim would need more evidence. Evidence I still didn't have just yet.

     Tired out by the long day of walking around the village, thinking hard about pretty much everything I saw, I eventually sat down on a stone, under the shade of an oak tree, in an alley between several houses just across the street from the one I stayed in, and the stone wall not too far away. I sat and just pondered more. Surely there was more out there. I could sense it. I could sense there was something big I was missing, but was just out of my reach. All I needed to do was find out.. what?

     An iron golem slowly hobbled over to my location, offering a poppy once it's long, metallic arms could press it into my face. Thankful, I took the poppy and held it as I sat still. The iron golem looked around lazily, having no job to do, before poking me with it's large metal arm. I looked up quickly, seeing it's wise, red eyes meet with my own tender green ones. In those eyes of it's, I saw a story it so wished to tell me, a word of wisdom it wished to share, but, just like so many other things, couldn't share them. That on had been made in a hurry. I could tell just by looking at it. It's head rested on it's shoulders a little crookedly, and one of it's arms was a little shorter than the other, but I could also see more than simple sloppiness. The thing had scratches all up and down it's metallic form. It had fought for us. It had killed for us. It had risked it's very life for us time and time again. That, I could respect.

     "Hey.." I smiled shyly, wishing there was more I could say. The golem just tilted it's head ever so slightly, and pat me on the head. I giggled a little. It was nice having the golem there. It was nice knowing there was something to protect us. Something that wouldn't give up on us. Though it couldn't smile, I felt as if the golem was doing just that. Then, it turned and continued on with it's stroll, determined to never stay in one place at once.

     "Hey hey." Tabby, the apprentice of Xile the librarian, came walking over to me with a chill smile and happy wave. I casually waved back. Though she was an adult, she often acted like a child, especially around kids like me. She was also full of knowledge, and made sure everyone knew it! Though thst quality was sometimes annoying, it was also very helpful. She could probably repeat the entire village's history ten times over in her head before you finish counting to ten! Which... might just be useful in my case. "Disrespecting the grave of a killer. Sick!" Tabby smiled, looking at me with a smirk. I quickly jumped in my sitting position, looking down to see the rock I was sitting on was actually a grave stone for the first time. I hopped off immediately!

     "W- what?! A grave?! I hadn't even noticed!" I studded, turning around to see there was an item frame on the front, facing the backs of the houses nearby.

     A killer had been buried? As in a monster?! Monsters are never buried! Their dead bodies were either thrown out into the river -- which would probably not work anymore with the human blocking even the river off with underwater fencing, or the human just taking things into his in hands, recycling the things down to the very bones, even using their bones to create bonemeal! Surely, one wouldn't be buried in a respectful way!

     "A killer?! Tabby, who's grave is this?" I asked her, knowing that she would tell me.

     "Do you see that item?" She asked. I nodded, eyeing again the shell placed inside the item frame. "That, was the shell a drowned was carrying."

     "A WHAT?" My eyes widened.

     "Yeah. The human brought in a drowned once. Nobody knew, or knows why. The drowned snuck behind the human's back when he left it unattended, and it managed to infect two villagers before he came back and killed it. Nobody knows why he built a grave for it, though. My theory is that he thought that specific one was different from the others, and trusted it enough to bring it in and leave it unattended." Tabby told me, giving me THE BEST case against the human I could ever imagine! No wonder I had never heard of this! The leaders must have decided to keep it a secret in order to protect the human for some reason! This NEEDS to be shared! 'We can't trust the human to keep the monsters away.' Yes! It will go perfectly! Ohh, that human better mine enough to pack up and leave when he returns, because I might've just been able to get him kicked out by then! "Soo, what are you-" Tabby tried to ask something, but I spoke too quickly, running away at the same time.

     "Sorry, Tabby! Gotta go!.. Thanks for the info!" Oh yeah.. It's go time.