It took me awhile to fall asleep, but eventually I did. In the morning I woke up excited. Today was the day. I got out of bed and searched through my closet of suits. I picked out a dark blue one, it would work perfectly for what I had planned. I went through the day waiting in anticipation for dessert and when the time finally came I felt like weeks had passed. I took my drink and headed to a table to sit with my friends. We easily jumped into conversation and my friends started drinking the liquid. I slowly reached towards my glass and picked it up as if I were about to drink it. I started bringing it towards me and just as I was about to take a sip, the cup fell out of my hands. I gasped as a majority of the cup's contents spilled onto my suit and quickly bent down to wipe the few drops which hit the floor. I removed them with my pant leg and placed the cup back onto the table, assuring my friends that there was still plenty of liquid left and that I did not need to go and ask for a refill. The dark color and material of my suit made the liquid less visible and by the time everyone else was done drinking, the liquid had almost dried. I pretended to finish the rest of my drink until everyone else was done with theirs. My glass still had some of the liquid in it, but it was only about 1/8 full, just enough to seem like I drank it. I brought my cup to the liquid elemental window and then excused myself to go change. Instead, I went to the room to meet up with Matt. When I arrived he was already there. "Did you get away with it?" I asked. He nodded and replied, "Yeah, you?" I told him that everything went according to plan. Afterwards we hung out and talked for awhile, eventually parting ways to go sleep. Hopefully we would see the purpose of the drink tomorrow.
I still had dreams that night, but they were strange. I did not live an entire life and die, instead, I went through strange snippets of my own life. In one of them I was in the cafeteria, but instead of eating the healthy, directed foods that we are supposed too, me and everyone else were eating huge chocolate pies. Each pie was layered with whipped cream, doused in fudge, and sprinkled with chopped nuts. I enjoyed the dream, of course, but it was weird. It was improbable. I didn't live through an entire life in it, and most of all, I was me. i have never actually been me in any of my dreams. I would have to lie about my dreams today. After breakfast, when we are supposed to record our dreams, I made up a life that I supposedly dreamed. To make it realistic, I included the patterns that are always present in my dreams: a flower, or flowers, being prominent, and my death having some connection to liquid. Now that I know that the liquid controls our dreams, I need to find out why. Why are the life dreams so important? Why do The First Ones want to know every detail about them? Are the dreams more than just dreams?
So I finally figured out what is going to happen in the next update? Itll be fairly big, unless I end up deciding to do something else with it as a write, but I hope to write it tomorrow. If not tomorrow, since I have a test on Tuesday for one of my classes, ill write it the next day for sure.
There was nothing I could do to find these answers so I continued on my normal schedule, drinking the liquid and recording my dreams. One night, a few weeks after the night me and Matt didn't drink the liquid, something happened. We went to meet after dinner like we often did, but about 15 minutes after we got there, we heard the door opening. Someone else was coming. We quickly hid behind one of the beanbags so that we wouldn't be seen. We chose the seat closest to the corner wall, furthest from the door. If someone caught us here, we could get into a lot of trouble. A few seconds after we successfully hid, we heard five sets of footsteps enter the room and walk to the section with the meeting table. After they were all seated, someone cleared their throat and said, "Alright then, since we're all here, we have some important business to discuss." I recognized that voice. Once every year, 365 days based on the calendar from our dreams, we have an assembly where everyone gathers, all the elements, people of all ages, absolutely everyone. During this meeting our leaders speak to us. They tell us how many dreams had been recorded, how many children born, remind us to stay healthy, and mention other important things. The person who opens and closes these assemblies is the leader of our leaders. The First One. He is in charge of everything that happens and always knows the smallest and largest details. Even the other First Ones look up to him. Besides him, there are four other First Ones. One for each of the elements. Me and Matt exchange a glance as we realize that the other four people at the meeting are most likely the remaining First Ones. What have we gotten ourselves into?