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Walking With Spirits: Upon Bloodied Ground

The birthday weekend wrapped up with a trip to the movies to see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, which–surprise not–I loved as much as the first, if not more.  If you get a chance see it in 3D in the theaters, because it is one magnificent picture that way.  Also, any movie that starts with ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky can do no wrong ever.

Also, there was writing, and it is taking my kids off in another direction, for they have traded one instructor for another–and this second instructor sorta kinda fucked with them hard the first night they arrived at school.  This means they know the spirit who is showing them around the Astral Realm can be quite the bitch when she puts her mind to it.

The question remains, will she?  And what is she really gonna discuss?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

After leading them through The Pentagram and out through Founder’s Gate, The Phoenix that Annie and Kerry southward. Rather than take a path, they headed through the ghostly outlines of the forest that ran for the most part unbroken all away to the south wall. A couple of times the kids bounced off of trees they thought they might be able to walk through, discovering that some of the foliage possessed just enough mystical energy to have a presence in the Astral Realm.

The Phoenix said nothing during their walk: she looked straight ahead and made her way through the forest. Kerry had half expected her to change appearance at some point, but she retained a form of the girl he was one day going to see in the mirror. After a while he began wondering if she was maintaining this form so that he could get used to seeing how he would look, but he discounted that after a few minutes of thought. From what he’d seen of and understood about The Phoenix, she did little to help people unless it was absolutely necessary.

Eventually they broke out of the forest and entered the northwest corner of Selena’s Meadow. The sky returned to its multicolored exuberance, while the grass around them seemed to alternate between ghostly shades of lilac and royal purple. Kerry found it strange that the grass seem to possess some color while the trees themselves appeared spectral. “Why is there color to the grass and not to the trees?”

The Phoenix glanced back over her shoulder. “That’s caused by fighting between creatures who are capable of channeling mystical energy.” She swept her right arm. “Really, it’s caused by the blood spilled from those same creatures. When we talk about bloodsoaked land, if that blood came from anything that could channel mystical energy, you’re going to see it in this world.

 

Deanna told Annie the year before that over five hundred people have died at school since it was founded back in the late 1600s, some three hundred and twenty-five or so years before.  So there is plenty of blood soaked into the ground.

And not all of it human:

 

“As it is, Selena’s Meadow is the one place in and around the school that can be considered a battleground.” The Phoenix pointed across to the far tree line. “Malthus and Lovecraft are buried over there together. They fought a variety of creatures on the spot—a couple of wendigos and at least one Suanggi.”

Annie perked up the moment she heard the last word. “Isn’t that a type of demon?”

“Depends who you ask.” The Phoenix turned and faced the girl. “Traditionally it’s a cannibal witch of Indonesian folklore, but your Foundation decided to use that name to specify a Type 3 demon.” She grinned as she shrugged. “Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

 

Wendigos are spirits, nasty ones, and it would seem they have attacked the school in the past, which can lead one to ask why The Phoenix didn’t do anything to stop it.  Or stop a Suanggi, a demon that is named after a cannibal witch found in Indonesia, so the damn thing must be nasty.  This is also the first time we’ve gotten a conformation that demons do exist–probably why the school has some classes in Demonology, you think?

Just wait:  Ol’ Phee has a bit more to say.  Really.

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