This morning I’d like to thank everyone who checked out yesterday’s post. The response was overwhelmingly positive, which lightens my heart considerably. The post also led to several people coming out to me yesterday about various LBGT issues, which is more even more heartening, because it means people want to know, they want to understand and learn. Thank you all.
I should point out that yesterday, 10/11/2014, was Coming Out Day, which is when, if you’re still hiding your real self, you’re suppose to make that first tentative step to announce yourself to the world. 10/11/2012 was the day Cassidy came out, first to a few of my friends, and then on profiles around the Internet. This blog was the first to change, and my Facebook account was the second. That was a huge, scary step for me, but I’m still here, so it much have been the right action to take. Kind of interesting, even for me, to see where I’m at two years later.
Now, lets get back to the boring business of writing . . .
Only the best, I assure you.
Kerry’s getting checked out of the hospital. He’s already been giving the normal “Don’t do this or that” speech, but there’s something else he needs to hear as well . . .
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
“Another thing—” Coraline rubbed her hands together before speaking. “You are not to get anywhere near a broom for the next few days. Just like last time, you’re grounded due to the concussion, only this time I’m not going to give you a clearance check-up until Sunday morning.” She laid her hands in her lap. “Even if I do clear you I might tell Vicky to keep you on light flight duty for that week.”
“Was it really that bad?” Kerry knew concussions were bad, but he felt like he’d bounced back from the last one quickly, and this one didn’t feel any different.
“About as bad as it could get without causing a traumatic brain injury.” Coraline held her thumb and forefinger about a centimeter apart. “You were this close to a TBI: the only thing that saved you was you tumbled after you crashed. Otherwise you’d probably still be out while I let my magical nanoids fix the damage.
Remember, kids: it’s better to slide along the ground for a few hundred feet instead of coming to a quick stop, especially if you’re moving along at speed. Just keep tumbling, kids, and I don’t mean that stuff you do on the Internet.
“I’m not going to give you any pain killers because if you really need to take something for the pain of just being up and around, I want you back here resting.” Coraline set her hands on either side of her and stretched. “The only other thing I have is that I want you back here at sixteen-thirty for a checkup, and . . .” She flicked her gaze from Kerry to Annie and back. “I don’t want you trying to make your way up to your room in the tower, so I’m going to have you sleep here tonight.”
Annie covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “Ah, hum.”
“And, yes—someone else will sleep here as well.” Coraline dropped the tone of her voice into a lower register. “And I don’t want to come in tomorrow and find the same scene I found this morning.”
“We’ll be good.” Annie turned to Kerry and hugged him tight. “Promise.”
You know you can trust Annie, Coraline. You won’t catch her sleeping with Kerry again–catch being the operative word here.
With that out of the way Coraline puts up one more question–and what she gets back was probably something she wasn’t expecting . . .
“I’ll hold you to that, Annie. Since classes are canceled for the remainder of the week, if you wanna stay up late, you call.” Coraline turned her attention to Kerry. “That’s all I have to say. Any questions?”
There was only one on Kerry’s mind: it had been there a while and had nothing to do with his condition. “How many people . . . died? No one will tell me.”
Coraline didn’t hesitate giving him that information, because she felt he had a right to know. “Ten: nine students and an instructor. Six of the students were fliers; the other three were in the ground assault teams.”
“Who was the instructor?”
“Shuthelah Kady. He taught Engineering and Magic, so you didn’t have a chance to get to know him.” Coraline turned away for a moment. “Nice guy.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“He jumped in a rescued a group that was ambushed by nine Abominations: they killed two of the three students on the group. Shuthelah took out most of them before he died.” There wasn’t a trace of humor in Coraline’s chuckle. “He went down fighting; that’s how he was.”
“Still—” Kerry stared at the floor. “That’s a lot.”
“We lost forty-four students the night of The Scouring. Isis, Wednesday, Ramona, Vicky—they did a great job making sure that didn’t happen again.” She nodded towards Kerry. “And your quick thinking keep four more people off the list.”
It took Kerry a moment to realize that “the list” Coraline mentioned were those killed—and that one of the additional four was him. “Um, yeah.”
Always nice to know that you may be congratulated for not dying–and realizing that through not dying, you likely kept three move people alive as well. And of that death count from the Scouring, was was left off were the six to eight instructors and staff who died in the process–like the Librarian, Chief Medical Officer, and Headmaster. The last one was torn apart by Jessica Kishna, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have it coming. Add those people into the mix, and you’re over fifty dead that night. And since Isis and Wednesday played a big part in making sure more people didn’t die that night, they knew what to do to make certain that didn’t happen again.
But there’s something else afoot here–
Coraline followed them out of the bay and towards her office, watching them stroll hand-in-hand through the waiting room and out the open doors. Once they were out of sight she turned towards her office, where the blinds, which were up when she’d finished discussing Kerry’s condition with Annie, were now drawn. This can only mean one thing . . .
She entered her office and closed the door. She didn’t address her guest until she was seated behind her desk. “I’m guessing you drew the blinds so certain students wouldn’t see you.”
Could this be that “She” that Coraline mentioned the scene before? Yep. And who is this person? Let’s see. Or should I say, “Seer”?
“I thought it best they didn’t see me.” Deanna Arrakis twisted the bracelet on her left wrist to the left and right. “After all, you’re the one with the questions—yes?”
Coraline shook her head. “So what exactly did you see yesterday?” She sat back as she pulled her coat around her. “I mean, you told me to let Annie spend the night hours before you told me I’d find them sharing the same bed.”
“I saw them sleeping together not long after Isis gave the all clear.” Deanna checked the door as if she expected someone to walk through at any moment. “Though I didn’t see quite what you saw . . .”
“You weren’t alone. That’s why I told you to come here early today.”
Coraline chuckled. “Yeah, I told them about what might have happened if the Headmistress had found them. But that isn’t why you told me to let her spend the night—” She set her right index finger against the corner of her mouth. “Unless you wanted them to be found like that.”
Deanna slowly tossed her head from side to side as she gazed up at the ceiling before explaining further. “I felt something else just before I contacted you. It wasn’t a true vision, but more an . . . premonition.”
Coraline leaned forward and rested her elbow against her desk. “About?”
“That something important was about to transpire between them.”
“And that happened last night?”
Deanna shook her head. “In a way.” She glanced towards the door once more. “I believe the rest is coming soon . . .”
That’s the problem with these seers: you never know what’s going on with them, even after they tell you what’s going on. As Coraline hints, could Deanna have manipulated things so the event Coraline discovered was made to happen instead of maybe happening? Hummm.
I guess you’d have to be able to see the future to know that one.