The Tredinians

Chapter Four: Wisdom

Knowledge and wisdom from the past 17 years crammed into my brain, remembering every little detail. Most people from Wisdom think it's strange to have an eidetic memory but it comes in handy sometimes. For example during the long, boring HSC exams, I always remember how to complete the question. I'm Declan and right now, its pretty boring in my life. All anybody does is study for the exams! How ludicrous is that! Right now I'm waiting patiently to leave the exam rooms and contemplating the current Dream I had.

Dreams have been interrupting my precious sleep lately, but I think someone or something is trying to send me a message. It may sound imprudent but I really think its true! I remember everything about the Dreams and it shows others from different Quarters as well, feeling every emotion there is. But I star in those Dreams! My mum even accused me of acting like Anger and she's regretted it ever since. But it's helped me figure out my Dreams. Its peculiar, they're memories from other people as well, I feel like I'm in another persons body watching people die and collapse all around me while I stand... watching... paralyzed.

That night I wasn't sure what I might encounter in my next dream, I thought about the gruesome deaths I've seen... remembered. I don't want to sleep again. I don't want to experience another death again. So I decided then that I wouldn't go to sleep that night.

I lay in bed, not allowing myself to drift. But fatigue eventually swallowed me.

I was in a girl's body. I was lying down on a hard concrete floor, blood surrounding my body. Crimson stains covered my clothing and... and I couldn't breath! I was dying! I wasn't seeing death I was experiencing it! All of a sudden I was coughing blood. Choking. Choking on blood!

I jolted awake. Sweat dripping from my brow, dampening the crisp white sheets that are now thrown all over the bed. Nothing but darkness enclosed me. I was scared to my wits.

Questions engulfed my brain. Why? Why me? Why did I have to experience that? Out of everyone, why did It choose me? Why? It was a mêlée of thoughts; each one louder than the other until my head was pounding. It was like my head was about to burst! Suddenly they stopped. Everything was quiet. An abrupt realization stunned me. They weren't my thoughts; they were someone else's. Not mine. Theirs. That means... Someone else is having these Dreams too! But... who?