A Walk in the Park: Taking a Stroll

I was hoping to have another full scene written today, hoping to have another twelve or fifteen hundred words in the bank to show, but . . . there are good days, and there are bad days, and yesterday was one of the really horrible days.  It actually started when I was putting together yesterday’s blog post, and didn’t actually end until–well, about the time I went to bed, after I went out to get something to eat and had a couple of good meltdowns, and finally just kicked back in my chair to finish King of Kings, or as critics called it when it came out in 1961, “I Was a Teenage Jesus.”

This means I only managed about eight hundred words, which is below what I’ve normally written at this time.  On the other hand, my work day ends around two or three today, and I’m starting on a four-day weekend, so there’s a good likely hood I may finish this chapter and the next before Monday rolls in next week.  We’ll see.

Where are they now?  We left them in the mall, but we know that’s not where they want to do their thing.  For that, we have to head across the street . . .

 

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

Washington Square Park was pretty much deserted, even at this point close to noon on a Saturday. With the Crown Center to the south, the Amtrak station to the west, and the much large Penn Valley Park to the southwest, there was little need for most people to gather here—

The park was accessible from the Crown Center by an enclosed overhead walkway, which meant Annie and Kerry were able to reach the park about five minutes after leaving her spot on the first floor, and they were able to find a secluded spot a few minutes after that, for the location was full of trees, making it easier to speak without being overheard—which is what they desired.

Annie and Kerry hadn’t seen Erywin follow them to the park, but they knew she’d been close behind them as they crossed Pershing Road, and that she was somewhere nearby monitoring them indirectly. They didn’t tell Tanith they were being watched: as they’d worked out last night, and in the days leading up to this moment, it was thought best that she not see the adults, only the witches her age.

They found a large tree in the middle of the park and decided this spot would be as good a spot to talk as any. Kerry looked around as her removed his backpack and retrieved the tablet. Annie unzipped her jacket and removed her phone; she punched up an app and set it back into her jacket. She turned to Kerry, who was scanning the area. “See anyone?”

“No.” He sipped the tablet back into the pack and set the later against the tree. “We’re running silent?”

“Yes. Now we need to go one better—”

“Right.” Both put their arms to the side and crafted the spell that would allow them to demonstrate their powers without being seen. The saw the slight ripple effect around them move out and join until it vanished about three meters on either side of them. “I think we’re done.”

“We are.”

 

Competent witches, these kids are.  They got this deal locked down and they know how to set up.  By the way, if you want to check out the action:

Here they are, from the air, with the Center at the bottom.

Here they are, from the air, with the Center at the bottom.

And they're somewhere inside there . . .

And they’re somewhere inside there . . .

Just to the right of that tree--no, the other tree.

Just to the right of that tree–no, the other tree.

And there’s a reason you can’t see these kids . . .

 

Tanith was still a little confused by what she’d seen in the mall, and now things were apparently happening around her of which she was unaware. “What did-did you do? What happened?”

Annie checked the bud in here left ear, which she needed to keep in place should Erywin want to contact them. “I set up a field around us that will prevent sound from traveling far, or allow us to be recorded from more than a couple of meters away.”

Kerry unzipped his own jacket. “And we put up a light bending spell so that no one can see us.”

Tanith did a double take. “What do you mean, no one can see us?”

“We’re invisible.” Annie stood next to Tanith and lightly touched her arm. “It’s okay: we do this a lot.”

“Yeah.” Kerry stood just behind Annie. “We did that all day yesterday at your school.”

You were at my school?”

“All day.”

Annie gave the girl a comforting smile. “I followed you into the bathroom just before your first class after lunch.”

The girl tried to remember the events of yesterday. “I don’t remember that.”

“You wouldn’t; I wasn’t quite invisible, but I wasn’t making myself noticed.” She grinned. “We followed you on the bus as well, and into the mall.”

“That’s where we got the recording of your aura—and we saw you with Ruth.” Kerry neglected to mention the brightness of that aura: they’d decided to keep that information to themselves for now. “Where do you know her from?”

 

Pick up the kid, do a little magic in front of her, throw up a little invisibility shielding, and then tell her you were stalking her at school.  Yep, that’s the way you do it.  And make sure you sound normal as hell when you’re saying this stuff.  It also makes you wonder how Annie approached her in the bathroom.  Can she turn on her light bending spell just enough that you might think you’d see her, but you’re not sure if you saw someone or not?  Like walking past a ghost?

And the last part of this?

 

“Looked it up.” Annie decided not to talk of that matter further: they had other business. “We need to talk about you, Tanith—”

“First tell me who you are.” She looked them and crossed her arms. “I still don’t know your names.”

Annie stepped back so she was alongside Kerry. “I’m Nadya, and this is Gavin.” As much as they disliked their code names, Helena instructed them to keep up the charade when they were in public. “We attend a special school here in the United States—one that you won’t find on the Internet—”

“Or on Google Maps, either.” Kerry chuckled. “Trust me; I found that out before getting there.”

Tanith didn’t know what to ask, so she went with the most obvious question. “What do you study?”

Annie got right to the point. “We study magic; we’re witches.”

Kerry threw in one last point. “Just like you dad.”

 

And that’s how they left it off:  gave their fake names, then laid the “W” Word on her, and Kerry ended it with there, “Oh, and your dad’s like us” line.  The important stuff is coming, and now I want to finish this scene this afternoon, and then get into the next one, because the scene after that–I’ll have all day Christmas to write it, and like I said, I could finish this chapter before the end of the weekend.

Gotta do something to keep the depression away.