The middle scene of Chapter Twelve was put in the book bank last night. It was another seven hundred words, which brought the scene to a bit over thirty-six hundred words, which was a lot longer than I imagined it’d turn out when I first starting putting this together. It’s funny how that works out.
Meanwhile I’m looking pretty sharp today. Believe it or not I’m running a meeting today and I wanted to look my best. And I do:
I’ve been “thinking through” the next scene and, damn, I’m coming up with something that’s gonna be strange. I keep saying that, but so far this present scene has been pretty strange, so I gotta ramp it up for the next scene to come. And that also means doing some research this afternoon…
Speaking of the strange, let’s get into that:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie quickly picked up on the need for such items. “So there are things in the Astral Realm for which we need to protect ourselves.”
Deanna nodded. “Of course there are. There are always spirits floating about within the realm, but the things you have to worry about the most are Phantasms and Wraiths. While one is more dangerous than the other, they can both cause you harm.”
Annie and Kerry exchange looks, with Kerry being the one to ask the question. “What are those?”
“Those are creatures that we are going to discuss at a later date. But for now—” She nodded toward the outer wall on her left. “It’s time to venture outward. Follow me.”
Deanna headed across the room to the west wall. Like the floor the wall was completely translucent, allowing everyone to see the spectral outlines of trees. She faced her students while motioning to all around her. “Even though were in the Astral Realm, we are still connected to the Physical Room. It’s a tenuous connection, but it’s one that has to exist, for if it didn’t none of us would be able to perform magic. That means that whenever your inside the Astral Realm, and you’re close to certain edifices in the Physical Realm, you’ll find those edifices possess a limited amount of physicality here. As you can see—” Deanna stomped her right foot twice on the floor, then rapped her knuckles against the wall. “Memory’s End is all around us, even though it isn’t exactly here with us in this world.”
Annie raised her hand and quickly asked a question. “Will we see this with every building?”
The seer shook her head. “Those structures that possess a greater quantity of mystical energy tend to be more visible in the Astral Realm. It’s one of the reasons why you can walk through areas of Europe and Asia and see structures everywhere, while you could walk through most of North America and see only a few structures.
“Now, it is true that we can still feel the building around us. However—” Deanna took three steps backwards and moved through the outer wall. Instead of plummeting to the ground she appeared to hover in the air. “Just because you can see and feel something doesn’t mean it’s impenetrable.”
Annie and Kerry exchanged smiles before Annie spoke. “What did you do to get through the wall?”
“Oh, just a bit of magic.” Deanna held up her hands as she smiled. “I’m afraid I’m oversimplifying the matter. You see, here the Phase spell is easy to craft because nothing truly has a physical presence—except that which you can create using mystical and dark energies. Anything which we encounter that was created within the Physical Realm is already somewhat insubstantial to us, so being able to pass through those structures becomes rather simple.”
“Once you know how to craft the spell.”
“Exactly. I intend on teaching you how to craft the spell, though I must warn you, the version you will learn from me can only be used here.”
Now you know how it is that there are certain things you can see in the Astral Realm–and you learn that not everything exist there. So if one were to walk through a new housing development and all the homes were standing out in the Astral Realm, there would have to be something there causing that to happen. Like being built on an old burial ground, maybe?
Tomorrow we’ll learn a little more, and maybe even get a visitor. Maybe.