The Question Asked

Almost nine in the morning as I write this, but it’s been a somewhat productive morning–“somewhat” in the sense if I’d stay off social media I’d truly get a lot more done, that’s for certain.  But I’ve been busy nonetheless on the story, writing almost eight hundred word last night and close to six hundred this morning.  I also spent part of last night going over something that happens to Annie and Kerry between their C and D Levels, and, if I ever get around to that story, will take up nearly the first third of what will be another huge novel.  In terms of massive, life-changing shit happening to the kids, the C and D Levels are the years.  Those two years will really flip their world–

But we’re still in their A Levels, and no world flipping is underway–yet.

Annie and Kerry were visiting the Day of the Dead Hidey Hole, and talking about the choices Kerry made that day.  But you know Annie:  she’s always got something cooking in the back of her head, particularly when it comes to her Soul Mate.  What does she have in mind?  Well . . . it has to do with magic.

 

All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015, by Cassidy Frazee)

Annie wasn’t concerned with their past, present, and future sleeping arrangements; there was something else that had kept her concerned for most of the day. “I want to ask you something.”

Kerry patted her hand. “Go ahead.”

“Do you want to be a good sorceress?”

His grip around Annie’s hand relaxed. “What do you mean?”

She gazed at then entwined hands. “I mean, do you want to be a good sorceress? You know the spells, you know how to use dark energy . . .” She lifted her gaze and met his. “Why didn’t you kill that Deconstructor when you had the chance?”

Anna, Annie--pretty much the same kid, right?  That means in a few years this question takes on a whole new meaning . . .

Anna, Annie–pretty much the same kid, right? That means in a few years this question takes on a whole new meaning . . .

You have to admit, her asking is a bit of a buzzkill, because this is Serious Annie coming out, and we know that Serious Annie is . . . serious.  Asking a question like this usually means she’s leading up to something else . . .

 

Kerry pulled his hands back and set them in his lap. “I was doing too many things. I was trying to put energy into the shields while at the same time I was getting ready to attack him—”

“Separation of spell energy.” Annie nodded slowly. “Yes, that’s difficult. But I’ve seen you do it before—when we were testing in our lab.”

He cleared his throat. “I know. It’s just . . .” He shrugged without meeting Annie’s stare. “I didn’t handle the situation well.”

Annie didn’t respond for a few seconds, letting the silence build within the tiny, private clearing. “If you’d crafted all the dark energy you could into that Air Hammer—and I know you used it, because I felt it—if you’d done that before you threw it at him, you would have killed him. Or, at the least, damaged him enough that Erywin or I could have done that.” She lightly touched his arm. “You wouldn’t have needed to do anything to the shields then.”

 

Who needs a post-mortem when your girlfriend–or is that “Wife to Be” at this point?–is asking you things like “Why didn’t you kill him?”  Imagine the conversations at the dinner table in a few years:  “Darling, you really should have used more dark energy in that spell; you only managed to rip off one arm . . .”

But Annie is getting at something, and she’s trying to work into it easy.

 

“I know.”

“I know you do, love. I know you’ve probably went over that battle in your head several times, and each time you know you could have crafted an Air Hammer with enough dark energy to have killed that Deconstructor.” Her hand slid down his arm to his left hand; she slid her fingers under his palm and caressed his skin with her nails. “Do you want to be a good sorceress?” He stared at his hand over hers but said nothing. “If you do, I’ll show you everything I know and learn, including the Morte spells. You’ve come along with Electrify: if you’d used that you could have, at the least, stunned him as he did you.” She slipped her fingers up and around his hand, caressing the back. “You are aware he was trying to kill you?”

“Yes.”

“If you’d hit him first, that wouldn’t have happened.”

“I just . . .” He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure I could get it off that well.”

“I thought that might be the case, which is why you went with the Air Hammer: you know that and have it mastered.” She paused once more, for she was acutely aware that Kerry knew what was coming from her. “I don’t need to remind you what Morte spells do.”

“No.”

 

No, how could you not know what Morte spells do, considering the title means “death”?  And Kerry got to see one cast up close and personal, so he’s completely aware that his girlfriend will put down a bad guy in less time than it takes to figure out what you want off the menu at your local fast food joint.  It’s also interesting that Annie is saying that she’ll show Kerry everything she knows  and learns, which means she’s figuring that Helena isn’t going to teach him.  What does this mean?  Sorry, but Spoilers!  I can’t tell you more than what you’re already making up for yourself.

But this goes down a completely different rabbit hole, and it’s not going to be a comfortable trip . . .

 

“And you if want to learn all that I know there—as I learn it—you know what is required of you.”

Kerry lowered his head slightly and sighed long and slow. “Yes, I do.”

Annie tightened her grip around Kerry’s hand. “You have to be able to make quick decisions, nearly all involving life and death.” She leaned closer, her voice growing softer as if she didn’t want others to hear here. “I know you can do that, because you have. You’ve made them in order to save your life—” She drew centimeters closer and almost whispered the next few words. “You’ve done the same when it involved taking a life, too.”

Kerry continued staring at his hand being held by Annie. He finally responded in a whisper much like hers. “How did you find out?”

 

Whaaaa?  As far as we know there’s only been on time when Kerry killed someone, and that was an accident–

Wasn’t it?

Come back tomorrow, and you’ll find out.

Bawh, hahahaha!

Bawh, hahahaha!