We’ve reached the point in the narrative where answers are coming, but in order to find those answers steps must be taken that are, let’s face it, a bit difficult. Not only are they hard for the people in the story, but it’s difficult for the writer as well–
Last night while I was churning through the twelve hundred words that fall below I was rereading some of the stuff from the first novel, and I happened upon a passage that, about half way through the reading, started the tears a-flowing. It’s been a while since that happened and it caught me well off guard. I had to take about ten minutes and regroup because I had difficultly getting back into the current story after that.
I’ve been a little like that with this story, though the feeling is more like dread than anything else. So far no tears have appeared, but there’s a moment coming in a bit where I think they will show. And then I can say, “Yep, you cried while writing.” It happens. Deal and keep writing.
Maybe that’s why I’m listening to the song below. Because these are such wondrous stories?
Dream on, baby. Dream on.
And speaking of dreams, let’s see why Deanna needs Kerry’s trust:
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry started at the instructor as if he couldn’t quite believe what she’d asked. “I do.”
“It’s important you do, because . . .” Deanna’s voice dropped considerably. “It’s necessary to do something that I don’t believe you’re going to like.”
“Yeah.” He looked down and away. “Did you figure out what’s going on with my dreams?”
“We believe so. We—all of us—discovered some new evidence—” Deanna, and the others, had decided long before entering the library, that they wouldn’t mention how they came to discover the new evidence. “—and we do feel it can help us help you with this situation. Only—”
Kerry slowly met Deanna’s soft stare. “What?”
“For us to know if we’re on the right track, we need more detail on the dream you had last night. More than you gave to Coraline.” Deanna sighed slowly. “You’ve had a few hours to go over the dream. Do you remember more?”
He held the seer’s gaze for a few more seconds before glancing downward once more. “No.” He shook his head slowly. “Just what I told Coraline this morning, that’s all I can remember.”
“I asked him about it earlier.” Annie sat forward and look across Deanna at him. “He did try to remember—”
“I know he did, Annie.” She turned her smile to Annie. “I have no reason to believe he’s hiding anything.” Deanna adjusted her position slightly. “Therefore we’re going to need to move on to something that will help you remember.”
An appearance of curiosity filled up his eyes. “What’s that?”
“I’m going to dreamwalk your last dream.”
At the last chapter where Deanna mentioned there was a way to get information, this is what she meant: they’d sit Kerry down and she’d dreamwalk his butt. Needless to say, he’s not exactly down with this idea . . .
It was impossible not to see Kerry stiffen the moment the last word left Deanna’s mouth. The curiosity that had taken him seconds before was immediately replaced by dread. He found it almost impossible to speak. “Is that really necessary?”
“I feel it’s the only way we’ll know for certain what in your dream terrified you so much.” She lowered her head and tried to comfort him using a relaxing tone. “This is where you have to trust me, Kerry. You have to believe me when I say this is the only way we can know for certain what happened to you last night.”
He hung his head and said nothing for almost twenty second. He finally looked up with a slight, sheepish grin beginning to form. “I believe you. If you think this is best—”
“Okay, then.” The grin turned to a smirk as he slowly nodded his head. “Does that mean we’re going to do this tonight?”
Deanna couldn’t help the smile that formed upon her face. “In a way, yes: we’re going to do this right now.”
His brow pinched together. “How?”
“Well . . .” Coraline leaned forward in her chair. “That’s where I come in.” She stood up and adjusted her top. “Since we’re aware that you’re susceptible to being put into a trance, I’m going to hypnotize you while crafting a bit of magic that’s going to stimulate your REM functions.”
“And when that happens—” Deanna forward so she was now in Kerry’s line of vision. “I’ll slip into your mind and rummage about until I find the link to last night’s dream.” She noticed the skepticism the arced across his face. “When you are as good at dreamwalking as I, you understand that your dreams never go away: they’re simply hiding.” She chuckled. “In terms you’d understand, your dreamspace is like the Internet, your dreams are like a page, and there’s a URL in your memory that only needs loading to bring up the dream once more.
“Now, something I want you to understand: doing the walk this way allows us to control the situation. I’ll be in there seeing events unfold, and the moment things begin turning bad—” She looked up at the woman hovering over them. “I’ll pop back here—”
“—And I’ll pull you out of the trance.” Coraline crossed her arms and smiled. “It’s that simple.”
Gee, Kerry’s susceptible to being put into a trance? In the first novel Deanna mentioned to Annie how long she’d been under during their first ever visit to Memory’s End, and since Coraline was sitting right there, it’s even money that she was told about how easy the kids trance up with just simple spells. And now Coraline is going to do the same to him. Makes you wonder how much time is going to pass before they start putting him under just to see if he can cluck like a chicken. Then again, maybe Jessica could actually turn him into one.
“We won’t allow you to suffer.” Deanna leaned close to the boy. “I won’t allow you to suffer.”
Kerry continued staring off into space for a few moments before he looked up at Coraline and then Deanna before looking across to Annie, who had never sat back after leaning forward to see Kerry.
“All right—” He sat back and looked back and forth between the two women. “Let’s do this.”
Annie chuckled. “Let’s.”
“Very well.” Deanna sat back and held her open hand out to Kerry. “Take my hand: we need to have physical contact for this to work best.”
He set his hand in hers. “No sin, right?”
She chuckled. “None at all: you’re not of marring age. Nor—” She glanced to her left. “—if you were of age would you be allowed to marry anyone else. And speaking of that person—” Deanna held out her right hand. “Here you go, Annie.”
Annie looked at the seer with a modicum of skepticism. “Why?”
“Moral support, nothing else.” Annie started into Deanna’s eyes for a few seconds before giving a slight nod and taking her hand. Deanna nodded back, then turned to Coraline. “We’re ready; go ahead.”
Coraline moved closer to the love seat until she was about a meter away, then knelt down before the boy. “Lights low.” The room grew darker, leaving everyone seated in quiet glooms. She rested her left hand above her head and made a small pinpoint of light appear. “Kerry, I want you to look at this light and continue looking at it while I speak. You understand?”
He nodded while keeping his eyes focused upon the small pinpoint of illumination. “Yes.”
“All right, then. Now, I want you to relax, and while you watch the light concentrate on the sound of my voice. I want you to block out all other sounds—” A soft, gentle tone crept over Coraline’s words as she continued speaking. “—so that all you hear are my word and nothing else. You feel yourself growing tired and becoming relaxed—” Deanna had filled in Coraline as to a few of the things she’d done when putting both Annie and Kerry into trances during their times in Memory’s End, and after a less than five minutes Coraline had Kerry where she wanted him—
“Now, I’m going to count backwards from three, and when I reach the end I’m going to snap my fingers and you’ll feel relaxed and wonderful. Here we go and three, you’re drifting away into nothing, and two, you are comfortable and peaceful and wonderful, and one and . . . snap.” Coraline extinguished the light over her head and stood. “Lights full.” The room returned to the same brightness it had possessed before Coraline began hypnotizing the boy.
She hovered over the boy. “Kerry, can you hear me?”
He spoke in a dreamy tone. “Yes.”
“Good. I want you to relax and do nothing: we’ll handle everything from here.” She nodded at Deanna. “Okay.”
Deanna said nothing, only nodding back in reply. She closed her eyes and crafted the spell that would allow her access to Kerry’s memories, that would allow her into his dreams. She didn’t need much time to secure the memories, for when it came to this sort of magic, she was among the best in the world—
She opened her eyes only long enough to gaze up into the concerned look of the school’s doctor. “Be right back—”
Deanna close them once more—
There she goes: Deanna’s on the walk, and who knows what she’ll find inside this dream of Kerry’s–
It’s just that I need to get to those answers tonight . . .