Beyond the Rune: You Belong to the Family

Yesterday was a lovely day, but for some reason I didn’t eat a lot.  I had breakfast before shooting my video but then I went out to Zeroday and had a lunch that consisted of humus, pretzel bits, and beer.


I also stopped off at the Midtown Scholar book store for a muffin and tea, because that’s always a good way to take the edge off.


Then I went home, napped, and went skating without food or water.  While I made it, I was trying to see how fast I could skate and didn’t do as well as I expected.  I have no picture, which is probably for the best.  However, I did shoot some video–

This was my first fast run, where I covered the equivalent of 25.7 laps in 4:59.  This first was done while playing The Doobie Brothers’ Without You, hence the title of the video:


And this was me just screwing around while listening to the Genesis song Duchess.  This was the first time I tried skating backwards outside and it’s really not as easy there as it is when you’re on a nice, smooth rink floor. Also, I sing–if what you want to call the sounds coming out of my mouth “singing”.  It’s all somewhat amusing.


So, about that story–

I’ve finally finished the scene, writing twenty-three hundred words in five days.  Not bad, I say, not bad.  One more scene to complete and Chapter Twenty-Eight is history and I don’t have to worry about writing it when I get to this point, as it’s already written.

What happens at the end of this scene?  Let’s find out:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


“Media teams are those people who show up in the aftermath of—situations—and fix things so that Normals believe different events have occurred.” Helena lightly tapped the surface of her desk. “In some instances they’ll also work on the memories of people, both Normal and Aware, so that they are unaware of what really happened.”

Annie’s eyes grew slightly wider. “They can do that?”

“Of course they can. You’ve already been exposed to that aspect.”

The young sorceress thought for a moment. “Tanith and her father.”

Helena nodded. “Correct. Her knowledge of both of you and Erywin was removed and both she and Kaden had their memories adjusted so they would remember their new family history better. That way there are no slip ups.”

“Would they have been involved with the family of the girl that died?” A somewhat worried look began to form on Kerry’s face. “Ruth, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Did they make her family forget her?”

“I don’t know: I wasn’t told. My guess is they brought in another child and did a ‘cut and paste’ as they like to call it.” Helena didn’t look at Kerry as she finished her though. “If Emma and you had died during the Day of the Dead, a media team would have likely showed up at both houses and ‘adjusted’ everyone’s memories of you.”

This was something Kerry always suspected would have happened in the instance they’d fallen to their deaths the first time, or if they were both killed by the Abomination later, but now Helena was confirming that the Guardians would have likely done just that. “So, they’d have gotten another boy to take my place?”

“Probably a cute ginger girl—” Helena smiled at Kerry. “You know, to make your mother happy.”

Kerry stared back, his face frozen in a dead-pan mask. “This is my ‘Not Amused’ face. Can you tell, or do I need to go into more detail?”

Helena immediately realized she’d once more overstepped her boundaries with the lad. “Sorry, Kerry.”

He did a quick tit of his head to the right. “It’s okay.”


This is the second time–or is it three?–that Helena is given Kerry a dig about his mother wanting a girl more than a boy, and just as he did the other time he wasn’t all that happy about the dig.  It’s been said before that everything at Salem–or that happens to these kids–is a test, so it’s likely that Helena’s little digs are a way of testing Kerry for–what?  Who knows.  Then again, maybe Helena’s just being a bitch.  It’s not like it’s out of the question.

Turns out Annie’s got something on her mind as well–


There was something about Helena’s description of media teams that worried Annie. “Do they ever change the memories of operatives?”

“You mean like those operatives who may have had a vision of a future operation?” Helena leaned back in her chair. “Is that what you mean?”


“It’s been… known to happen.”

“What?” Kerry quick sat up straight. “They can’t really do that, can they?”

Excuse me?” Helena leaned forward once more. “Do you remember receiving encrypted emails while you were away for Yule holiday? The ones from San Francisco by way of Amsterdam? The ones that assigned an ID number to you? You know: the ones you used in a debriefing a couple of weeks ago?” She planted her right elbow on her desk and rested her cheek against the back of her hand. “Face it, kiddies: you’re part of the family now and that means if The Guardians want to twist your brain around a little so you don’t remember certain things, they can. And there’s damn little you can do.”


For a bit of reference, this scene is happening at the end of January, 2014: 28 January, 2014, to be precise.  This means it happens after The Polar Express and after Annie’s Girl’s Weekend Out.  And it’s the second real confirmation that Annie and Kerry truly are operatives for the Guardians, because they now have official identification numbers.

And why do I say second real confirmation?  Because there is a scene before this when Annie and Kerry as required to give their Guardian identifications during a debriefing, which you only do if you’re a real operative.  And since you know you want to know their IDs, they are:


Helena: ANE1648584FO
Annie: SUN9042241PO
Kerry: SUN3712108PO


The first letters indicate where the ID was filed.  In Helena’s case it was Amsterdam, Netherlands, Europe, while for Annie and Kerry it was San Francisco, United States, North America. Then you have a random seven digit number followed by a two-letter code indicating their operational status.  For Helena she’s a “Field Operative” while Annie and Kerry are “Provisional (Field) Operatives”, indicating they still require supervision.

See?  Easy Peasy, Lemon Squeezy.

So the question of “Are they or aren’t they?” is now answered: they are operatives, real ones.  This makes them part of the family–and that means the Guardians can futz with their memories if they like.  Which leads to this:


Annie and Kerry exchanged worried glances before Kerry asked a question. “Has it happened to you?”

“If it had—” Helena raised her right eyebrow. “—do you think they’d let me remember?”

Kerry nodded slowly. “Yeah, dumb question.”

“So…” Annie considered not asking the question, but knew she must. “Are you going to tell San Francisco what happen?”

Helena started at the surface of her desk for a few seconds before replying. “No.”

“May I ask why?”

She shifted her gaze to the girl across the desk from her. “My job, as your in-school handler, is to report regularly on your training progress—or your lack thereof. There is nothing laid out in my instructions about you requiring me to tell the Powers That Be about any visions you’ve had concerning your Guardian activities.” Helena shrugged. “And as I understand the way these things work, there’s always the possibility that what you saw won’t happen—so why get San Fran’s panties in a bunch over a mater that may never come to fruition?”

Again the couple exchanged a quick glance before Annie spoke for them both. “Thank you.”

“All right, now: get out of here. Go on.” Helena motioned towards the door. “And do not speak of what happened today in Divination. The less said—”

“The better.” Kerry was up and waving the door to the office over. “We know. Thanks.”

The moment the children left and the door was close Helena began tapping her lower lip with her right index finger. “And now that I’m done with you, I need to see a seer about a vision…”


And there you have it.  While Annie and Kerry aren’t getting reported by Helena, the fact that their in-school handler–the first time we’ve heard her say this–needs to see a seer about a vision means Helena is going to have a chat with Deanna.

Any guesses about what they’re going to discuss?

Skitty, Skatty, Writty, Whitty

What does this mean?  It’s all crazy.  Just like me.  And here’s the video to prove it!



Walking the Vision: The Mystery Guest

Believe it or not, I did something I haven’t done in quite some time: I wrote over a thousand words in a few hours and finished the scene I started yesterday with a total of nearly seventeen hundred words.

Yeah, I’m a little surprised myself, but the thing is, as I started in on this back end of the vision Annie and Kerry are sharing, I got to about five hundred and fifty words and decided I couldn’t stop there, that I had to see it through to the end.  So I kept at it and added another five hundred words–and brought the scene to an end.

So, we saw Annie and Kerry arrive at a cafe to meet with someone–a woman from the sounds of things.  Now, if you will, sit back and enjoy the rest of the vision, presented without interruption.


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


You remove your backpack before you sit and address the maitre d’ before he leaves. “Do you still have those amazing limeaids?” He says they do. “Could we have two, please?” He takes your order and departs while you both sit. You tug at the helix piercing in your left ear. “How long before you think she arrives?”

Kerry sets his backpack on the ground next to yours. “I’m surprised she isn’t here already.”

“I don’t imagine we’ll have to wait long—”

Just then the waiter approaches with your limeaids, only there are three on his tray. There’s a reason for that: as he sets the glasses down he announces that your guest has arrived. You stand as your guest also removes her backpack and sets it down across from you, which gives you time to examine her—

She’s dressed no differently that you: comfortable slacks, tee shirt and loose jacket, well-worn hiking boots. She’s about Kerry’s height, with jet black hair and a rich, light brown complexion. If you’d seen her walk by on the street you might not have even noticed her, but here it’s easy to see that she carries herself in a way that indicates she’s used to being in charge.

As you all sit you cast a glance at her eyes. They are a dark brown bordering on black and that makes the colored flecks you’re looking for even easier to see. Yes, she’s exactly who you believed her to be—

The woman speaks as soon as the waiter is gone. “I went ahead and ordered a selection of small plates for us. I hope you don’t mind.”

Kerry shakes his head. “Not at all. I mean, this is your meeting.”

“Yes, it is.” She looked at you then back to Kerry. “I wasn’t certain you’d come.”

“I never pass on a cryptic meeting request.” You rest the left side of you fast against your propped-up hand for a moment. “I mean, how could we pass up this opportunity?”

“And why do you consider it an opportunity?”

You ignore the question and ask the one on your mind. “Why did you want to see us?”

Your guest gets right to the point. “There’s something I’d like you to do.”

Kerry feigns surprise. “Us? Why would you want us?”

The woman takes a sip of her limeaid before answering. “I need a pair of highly skilled Foundation operatives who have—shall we say, a particular skill set that will come in handy for the operation in question. And I know you two are up to the task—” She takes another sip and looks to see if anyone is listening. “You come highly recommended.”

Though you already suspect the answer you ask the question. “Recommended by whom?”

Your guest doesn’t even try to avoid the question. “A couple of family members.”

You exchange glances with Kerry, who also isn’t surprised by the revelation. He clears his throat before speaking. “Once again, why do you want us? Isn’t this something you can handle?”

“Contrary to what you might believe, I can’t do everything—” The woman seems on the verge of a chuckle, but doesn’t. “Just like you I can be stretched thin, which makes trying to handle every problem that comes up a problem unto itself. And one such problem is coming up. As much as I’d like to handle this myself, I find it might not be possible. Ergo—” She holds out her hands, indicating you both. “I find it necessary to—what’s the word you use? Subcontract.” She smiles as she give a quick nod. “That’s it: I’m subcontracting this problem.”

A sickening feeling hits your gut as you consider the times you’ve encountered members of your guest’s “family” and you wonder about the task she has for you. “So what is—what is this problem?”

The woman holds out her hand towards Kerry. “May I see your phone?” Kerry hands it over without question and she begins tapping the screen, obviously pulling up information. After twenty seconds she returns the phone to its owner. “In forty-eight hours—give or take an hour—I need you at that location.”

Kerry examines the phone as his fingers move over the display. After a few seconds his eyebrows raise while a skeptical look takes over his face. He glances up at your guest. “You’re shitting me.”

Your guest shows no emotion. “I assure you, I’m not.”

He hands the phone to you. “Look.”

You examine the display and recognize the location pinpointed on the map. “You want us to go there? Why?”

“Because it’s necessary.” For the first time your guest seems slightly perplexed. “I can’t say for certain what’s going to happen, but I know that forty-eight hours from now, you need to be there to prevent whatever it is that’s going to happen.”

You raise your hands in a questioning shrug. “And how are we to stop something if we don’t know what it is we’re supposed to stop?”

“That’s a good question—” It’s also one your guest doesn’t answer, at least not directly. “I would suggest you get there early and take backup. I’m certain that with a bit of arm-twisting you can probably get a company of Marshals to help out.”

Kerry snorts. “Oh, yeah, The Foundation just hands those out like it’s nothing.” After a soft sigh he speaks with less sarcasm. “If we don’t go, what will happen? Do you know?”

A few moments of silence fall over the table as your guest considers Kerry’s questions. When she decides to answer, it’s in a low, tense tone. “I don’t know what will happen exactly: all I’ve been told is that it’ll be bad.”

Kerry jumps in before you have a chance to speak. “I’m a little fuzzy on the bad thing. What exactly does that mean?”

“It means whatever is going to happen will expand beyond the confines of that location not long after.” Your guest’s tone become even softer and more dire. “It means there will be implications that will affect not only you witches, but Normal humankind as well. I means if you decide not to act, millions—maybe tens of millions—will die.” She gives her head a slight tilt as she raises one eyebrow. “Does that give you a better understanding of the meaning of bad?”

Kerry nods slowly and gives a half sigh, half chuckle that you find slightly worrisome. You touch his left hand. “Is something the matter, my love?”

“No. It’s just—” He looks up with the touch of a smirk on his lips. “Why is it when something like this happens, we’re always the ones who are called upon…”


And there you have it–although, what was that Kerry was saying at the end.  Well, if you know me–and I’m certain you do–it means that Kerry’s likely to finish that statement in public as he comes out of the vision.

Or… maybe not.

I guess you’ll have to wait until I post the start of the next scene.

Walking the Vision: On Familiar Ground

What is this?  Another excerpt!  Damn right it is, kids.  And not just any excerpt–

We saw yesterday the Annie and Kerry were, indeed, falling into Visionland and it was going to be a participation event for the whole class.  However… as we’ve seen in the past, the only people who actually see what’s happening in those visions are Annie and Kerry–

And whomever the author wants to bring along on that trip.

This is the first part of the vision, all six hundred and twenty-eight words of it.  It should be easy to tell whose point of view we are seeing this vision from, but if you don’t know, you can always ask questions later.  Oh, and you will notice:  there are a few things about the kids that seem different…


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)


You glance over the body of water on your left before returning your gaze to the street before you. There isn’t a lot of traffic and with the tourist season is winding down, there aren’t as many people on the street as one might expect.

You roll your shoulders, adjusting your backpack. You smile because you remember the backpack you wore the last time you were here: that was far larger than the little bag you have now, and it carried far more than the purse, phone, and tablet you now have. You’re also aware that it was Kerry who got you into the habit of using a backpack when the need arose to travel—something you now love with all your heart.

You give the waist of your jeans a little tug, as if to make certain they’re still fitting perfectly upon your hips. You wore tennis shoes because it wasn’t necessary to walk far, and even though the temperature feels around 13 C, you’re comfortable with an open flannel shirt over your tank top—though a bit of transformation magic helps maintain that comfort—

You glance to your right: Kerry is there as always when you’re both together. He’s dressed pretty much the same as always: sneakers, jeans, a tee shirt under a light jacket. His backpack is the same one he carried at Salem, and while it’s showing the wear and tear of years, he’s managed to keep it together using a few spells. You resolve that this Yule may be the time to convince him to retire his old friend and accept a new one.

You return you attention to the road ahead. “It would appear not much has changed since we were here last.”

He looks at the town to his and your right. “Yeah, kinda seems that way.” He turns to you as he chuckles. “Isn’t that the charm of this place?” Kerry brushes his shoulder-length hair back from his face. “That stuff has stayed pretty much the same way for the last hundred years?”

“That would be one.” You point to something up ahead. “There it is.”

“Hum, yeah.” This time his chuckle is somewhat dark. “Café Bistrot.” He shakes his head as he glaces at you. “Can’t be a coincidence that she picked this place to meet.”

You nod. “I don’t believe it is, either.”

Kerry adjusts his pack. “You think she knew we were here before.”


“We were in a lot of places before and after this place.”

You shrug. “A lot of them weren’t as remote: there were far more people around.” You flash a quick grin in his direction. “Be glad she didn’t ask to meet at the most remote place we visited when we were here last.”

“No kidding.” He grunts. “No way would I have wanted to go back there now.”

You entered the cafe together and you’re immediately greeted by the maitre d’. He takes you to the roof and as you emerge into the open space—which is only about a third filled with people at this time—Kerry asks if you could have the table for four in the far corner overlooking the street. “We have a guest who will join us; she should be here momentarily.” The maitre d’ agrees and you’re seated seconds later.

You remove your backpack before you sit and address the maitre d’ before he leaves. “Do you still have those amazing limeaids?” He says they do. “Could we have two, please?” He takes your order and departs while you both sit. You tug at the helix piercing in your left ear. “How long before you think she arrives?”

Kerry sets his backpack on the ground next to yours. “I’m surprised she isn’t here already.”


They’re getting ready to meet a woman–somewhere.  At a location they’ve visited before–but one we haven’t seen.  Kerry has long hair and Annie an ear piercing.

What comes next?

Find out tomorrow.

Visions Most Possible: The Start of the Inevitable

Hey, I bet you never thought you were going to see this post!

Yeah, this is the end of the scene with Divination Class, and while I didn’t think it was going to take almost five hundred words to finish, well, I’ve been known to be wrong quite often.  So without a lot of fanfare–’cause I’ve already gone through all of that–here’s what you’re waited for:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


Five minutes later Kalindi and Usha failed to achieve a vision state, much as Deanna expected. Those were among the two she expected to have no Sight ability at all and if these crystal balls couldn’t activate anything latent within them, nothing would.

It was the same for the following six couples: they spent anywhere from five to seven minutes trying to reach a trance state, only to see their efforts dashed. Again, Deanna wasn’t surprised in the least: none of these students were within the group she expected to find their Sight activated through this exercise.

For the next couple, however…

Though she’d used a random number generator to determine the order for couples to attempt a vision, Annie and Kerry came out near the middle of the groups. Though she was inclined to put them at the end, she knew that doing so would lead others in the class to accuse her of showing favoritism, which was something she would avoid completely.

Given their position and the likelihood these two would have a vision, it would be impossible to hide it from the rest of their level. By now Deanna understood that she couldn’t fight against forces over which she had no control, so the only thing that remained was to allow what was meant to happen go forward.

She faced them and smiled. “Since you’ve seen the others in action—”

“We should know what to do.” Annie gave Deanna a quick nod before looking at Kerry, who sat across from her with the sphere between them. “Are you ready, my love?”
Kerry gave a quick smirk at a chuckle from somewhere behind him before looking at Annie. “Ready, Sweetie.” He placed his fingertips on the crystal ball at the same time as Annie.

While everyone else in the room watched the couple, Deanna slipped over into Astral Sight so she could watch their auras. Having already seen them have three visions before her she knew what to look for, and should they begin slipping into a trance that would lead to another vision—

She didn’t need to wait long: less than thirty seconds after they placed their hands upon the sphere Deanna witnessed Annie’s and Kerry’s aura turn a bright orange and merge. There. She dropped the spell and reverted to normal vision. It’s happening.

Annie and Kerry stared into the crystal ball, appearing deep in thought. After a few seconds Annie slowly raised her head and seemed to look though Kerry with a blank stare; a moment later Kerry did the same. After nearly ten seconds of silently staring at each other Annie spoke in a low monotone. “It would appear not much has changed since we were here last.”

Kerry slowly turned his head to the right as if he were looking at something. “Yeah, kinda seems that way.”

Deanna stood a few meters away, taking it all in. So this is how it begins.


And since we see them going into a vision, you know how the next scene is going to begin, with Annie making a statement that Kerry answers.  While they arrive somewhere it seems as if they’ve already been.

You know, that’s the problem with visions: people are always popping into places they may or may not have visited already…

Visions Most Possible: On the Ball

Yeah, it’s a couple of days after the last excerpt was published, and what do you know?  Here’s another!

We get into a continuation of what began as Deanna explaining something to her class.  What, exactly?  Well, it must have something to do with divination, right?

You got that right.

She was also about to foci and that means she’s probably got them out for the kids to use.  You’d be right there, too: she does.

And here they are.


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


Deanna pointed to the object on her desk. “The crystal ball.” She waved her hand over the sphere and levitated it until it lay shoulder-high next to her. “Nearly everyone Normal think of this as the most used prop used by those claiming to be able to see the future, but for those Aware who are in the know, this is one of those foci that actually help with the function of pre-cognition.

“While no one can say with any certainly why a crystal balls helps, it is known that it somehow allows people to ‘focus’ their Sight and even have it interact with the Sight abilities of another witch. This is one of the reason why when a crystal ball is used by a true Seer, they’re able to reach the meditative state used by those with Passive Sight far easier, as well as being able to tap into the Sight ability of another with ease.


Yep, she’s brought out the crystal balls and wouldn’t you know it, they really work!  Well, they work for the right people, aka witchy witches who have Sight, or at least a semblance of that talent.  So a crystal ball is gonna help you get in the right frame of mine when it comes to Seeing.

And it’s not just all balls Deanna’s brought out–


“Just as some constructed items work better due to the craftsmanship and material, crystal balls are no different. Crystals mined from different locations around the world interact with Seers in different ways, and the manner in which they are crafted help improve those natural abilities. This sphere—” Deanna held out her left hand and the ball floated into her palm. “—and the ones before you, were created with crystal mined from a small range on the border of South Australia and Northwest Territory in 1938 and crafted by native Australians over the next three years. The school owns fifty of the batch of seventy-seven created by from mining and when I’m looking to introduce students to their first possible vision, these are my go-to foci.”

She levitated the crystal sphere back to its base before stepping away from her desk. “Today’s exercise is simple: you and your partner will work with the crystal ball you were given and attempt to activate your Sight. Now, some of you have expressed concern as to why I have paired you with people to whom you feel you have no connection. That’s simple: my observations and my data indicate the couples around each crystal ball have the greatest chance of experiencing visions.”

“Is that why those two are together?”

Deanna didn’t need to look to where Fidele Diaz was pointing to know which couple he meant. “You worry about working with your own partner, Fidele, and not whom else I’ve put together for his lesson.” She cocked her head slightly to the right. “Am I understood?”

Fidele gave a half-hearted shrug and sighed. “Yes, Professor.”

“Good. Now, if there are no other interruptions—” Deanna stared down Lisa, who looked as if she were about to speak up. “Let’s begin the lesson.” She pointed at the two students close to her, Kalindi Kartodirdjo and Usha Soedjatmoko. “Usha, Kalindi and you are first.”


Depending on the crystal ball before you, one could have nothing, or a slight vision, or a really good vision.  From the sounds of things Deanna’s brought out the kick-ass crystal balls, which means visions are gonna get real.

At least for a few people, I’d imagine.

So get ready for the Students at Memory’s End to get their eenie meenie chili beanie on and look into the future–

Though anyone who showed up to class looking like this is probably in for some detention.

Visions Most Possible: Fear For a Day

Yeah, I know I said I was going to post some excerpts yesterday, but… no, I didn’t.  See, things happened and there was a lot of stuff going on.  Things, stuff… yeah, it’s all me.

Also, I went skating–again!–yesterday, only this time an old teammate joined me:


Pixie Panzer came out to go around and ’round with me and we had a great time chatting and skating.  She remarked how it was the first time in a long time she went skating where all she wore were skates and how different it felt, and it didn’t hold her back from taking off for a little cardio run a couple of times when there were only a few of us on the floor.  There was also a point where I we were skating together and I was doing my crossovers.  Every time we went into a corner I could sense Panzer going just a little faster as we went through, so I’d have to pick up speed to keep up with her.  That went on for a few laps–two laps, maybe three?  I didn’t count because I was having fun.

But we’re not here to talk skating: it’s writing, yeah?

I’ve been sleepy today, but I’ve finally managed to get some writing done.  And we’re on to a few days after Kerry’s Big Change and back to a regular schedule at school.  That means it’s Tuesday morning and a certain teacher has some concerns about an upcoming lesson:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


Deanna always grew nervous when it came time for her class to participate in their first vision attempt. Up to this point in their divination instruction it had all been theory and possibilities and what one could expect should a vision occur.

Now, it was all about the doing.

Deanna grew nervous because she understood that most of her students wouldn’t have a vision. Based upon what she’d already seen, at least two-thirds of the class of twenty-four wasn’t Sight Sensitive in any fashion. Deanna could spend an entire day working every trick she knew to get them to experience a vision and they wouldn’t. As her instructor might say, they were Dead to The Sight.

Of the other eight children five seemed slightly sensitive: given the correct circumstances and prodding there was probably a 1 in 100 chance they’d have a minor vision, something that could foretell an incident happening in their near future. One, Kalindi Kartodirdjo, appeared far more sight sensitive, but Deanna pegged her as a Dream Seer and felt that perhaps 1 dream in 50 might possess elements that would end up being construed as a vision.

And then there were her last two students…


So Deanna’s worried about two students in her class.  I wonder who?


During the whole of October Deanna felt a bit of dread knowing that just as with the other students, Annie and Kerry would participate in the same vision exercises as the rest of the class—only in their case, Deanna was certain they’d fall into a trance and experience a vision. The big difference between any visions the other students might experience and those seen by Annie and Kerry is that Deanna was intimately familiar with their visions and knew they almost always spoke during their vision and sometimes acted out some parts—like the time Kerry began helping Annie remove her top during their B Levels.

It was for these reasons that Deanna approached the upcoming lesson and exercise with a bit of trepidation and hoped that whatever they experienced wasn’t too unusual. After all, there were things far more embarrassing than almost undressing that could occur—

Standing before her class, however, she understood now was far too late to worry about whatever may happen during the next few hours. The moment they were placed in this class the possibility of an animated vision existed. Deanna rose and stepped towards the desk at the front of the classroom. All I can do now is wait to see what happens.


Given what the readers know about Annie’s and Kerry’s visions, them having a vision in front of their fellow levelmates could either be interesting or embarrassing–maybe even both.  After all, the first time Annie had a vision in front of Deanna she also had an orgasm, which could lead to some conversations between people Annie would probably call out in a fast second the moment she heard about those conversations.

But like Deanna thinks, there’s nothing that can be done: they’re in class and she can’t say, “No, I don’t want you doing this lesson, not now,” because that would lead the other kids to really believing they’re special.  They are, but that’s beside the point: Deanna doesn’t want to make that a known point.

So it’s time to teach–


“There are several forms of magic where foci are discouraged.” Deanna began her lecture by facing her students and smiling. “By now you’re all well aware of Professor Douglas’ disdain for using wands to craft basic spells, and Professor Kishna has also made it known that trying to transform one’s self—as well as others—using foci is heavily discouraged. And when it comes to sorcery—” A small chuckle escaped the seer’s lips. “Professor Lovecraft will explain rather clearly that sorceresses who use foci for a first time likely don’t remain alive long enough to use them a second.

“But not all magical disciplines are that way. Formulistic Magic uses foci of a particular nature—if you can call chemistry equipment foci. Professor Chai has instructed many of you on how weapons are also employed as magical foci. And if any of you are ever able fortunate—or unfortunate, depending upon your point of view—to take instruction in Demonology, you’ll discover that under certain circumstances foci are not only necessary, but essential.

“But in divination, foci are not only not discouraged, but in many ways a necessity.” She turned towards her desk. “And today, in order to help many of you experience a vision, we’re going to use one of the most widely-known foci in all of history…”


And now it’s up to me to write about that foci.  Which I may do tonight.  Or tomorrow.

Anyway, it’s Christmas and I’m home watching Doctor Who and waiting for the Christmas Special.  Hope you’re having a good time as well.


Enjoy the day, kids.

Inside the Walls: The Rest of Your Life

Hello, kiddies!  Good to see you again and, boy, do I have a lot to tell you!

First off, I did my get my skating in yesterday.  I worked on my crossovers and was starting to feel them coming together–all the while dodging little shits who were all over the goddamn rink.

This is the face of someone who now knows how to get through a pack–of kids.

I only had one instance where I feel down, when a kid decided to take a hard right and went right into me.  I also ate the wall a little to avoid hitting a little girl who decided she might move in front of me.  And there was one last time when one kid–who’d spent most of the time skating around not paying attention to where he was going–rolled right in front of me, stopped, and then froze when he realized I was only about a second from rolling over him.  I went into a lower derby position, grabbed him by the shoulder, and moved myself around him while slowing only a bit.

Yeah, in six months I’ve learned a lot about skating.

Now, about writing…

Today I finished the last scene of Chapter Nineteen, which only needed about a thousand word.  That means Chapter Nineteen is a done deal–but wait!  There’s more!  See, there were only three chapters in Part Five–the part that dealt with Kerry’s transition–and with the completion of Chapter Nineteen, Part Five also comes to an end.

So many ends coming together today.

Today I need to lay out Part Six, which is going to encompass the end of the calendar year.  There will be a little class, a little racing, and a little derby before we follow Annie and Kerry to Yule bliss in Pamporovo and their return to Salem to finish out their C Levels in 2014.  This will likely be a large part with most of it taking place in December, and I know it ends with the kids coming back to school because Part Seven is all about Annie going off and doing Guardian stuff while Kerry goes off and does The Polar Express.  And that part will be big as well, kids.

Trust me, I know.

So how do we end off Kerry’s Longest Day?  Like this:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


Annie lay back on the large bed and watched Kerry return from the showers. While the third floor area wasn’t brightly illuminated at the moment, she detected a difference in his walk, in the way he moved. He’s walking with a bit more confidence, but… She smiled, knowing he couldn’t see it, not yet. His gait is different. His feet aren’t as close together now.

He reached Annie’s side of the bed and stopped, placing his hands in the pockets of his robe. “What?”

Annie sat up just a little. “What do you mean?”

“What are you smiling at?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Just—” She reached for him and took his hand the moment he held it out. “Just watching you.”

“I hope you like what you see.” He gave her hand a squeeze before rounding the foot of the bed to the left side. He took off his robe just as It’s Time by Imagine Dragons began playing on his computer, then crawled on to the bed, throwing the comforter over his legs as he slid towards Annie. “There. Much better.”

Annie wasn’t certain what he meant with that remark and felt she needed clarification. “You mean you’re comfortable. Or is there something else?”

He sighed as he wrapped his right arm around Annie’s shoulders. “A little of both, I guess. It’s nice and warm here—and quiet—”

“It was nice that Coraline is letting us spend the night here.”

“Well, continued monitoring and all that, it’s easier here.” Kerry removed his arm and snuggled against Annie. “At the same time I like being back to my old self.”

Annie slowly placed her left arm around Kerry, patting his arm as he got comfortable. He never snuggles like this with me: I’m the one always snuggling against his body. Maybe he’s not quite his old self as much as he thinks. “Well, while I like you this way—” She kissed his forehead. “There was quite a lot to like about the new you.”

“Yeah, well…” Kerry stared off into towards the foot of the bed. “I hope you got enough of the new me, ‘cause you’re not gonna see me like that again in a long time.”

Though she said nothing, Annie had worried that Kerry was going to have this reaction to his experiences of the last twenty-one hours of his life. While he obviously managed to handle the physical changes to his body with little difficulty, she’d worried that he would reject the experience once he was, as he said, “back to his old self”.

While she hadn’t expected him to fully embrace his newly discovered female side, Annie had hoped that he wouldn’t reject his new Gift completely. And while he didn’t say he would never transition again, his statement seemed to indicate some time might pass before he used it again.

“I understand, my love.” She stroked his hair. “Just know that at no time today was I disturbed by the ‘new you’, nor would I be upset to be with you again were you like that.”
Kerry glanced up at Annie. “I know, Sweetie. But…” He gave a slight shrug. “I’m not a girl. While it’s easy for people to say I may want to experience living that way for a while, I don’t think I’d pull it off well.”

Again Annie held her tongue, because at no time during the last day did he ever act like someone appeared uncomfortable with their new body and how it affected them. He may not have acted like a girl, but he certainly wasn’t acting like a boy trapped in a girl’s body. He was too close to the issue to see it wasn’t affecting him that greatly.

She patted his arm once again and pulled him close. “Don’t worry, my love. You have the rest of your life to adjust to this Gift; it’s not necessary for you to start using it again next week.”

“You don’t have to worry I’m going to do that.” He sat up and stretched. “Probably the next time I’ll transition is when I get my biannual physical in April. I won’t have a choice.” Kerry turned towards Annie. “Enough about me: what about you?”

Annie chuckled. “What about me?”

“I know you said you weren’t bothered, but…” He held his thumb and index finger about a centimeter apart. “Not even a little?”

She shook her head. “As I said, not once. Actually—”


“It seemed almost—natural. Like spending time with a girlfriend you’ve not seen in a long time.”

“Yeah, but you’d never seen me like that except when you were in my dreams earlier in the year.” He cocked his head slightly to the left. “Neither of us knew this would happen when we first started seeing each other years ago.”

While she knew this as a fact, Annie couldn’t dismiss the nagging suspicion that Kerry’s statement was entirely true. But without proof to confirm her suspicion, there was no point in giving it a voice. “Yes, that’s true.” She took his hand. “It was probably more a part of me that wanted something like that. After all, I’ve been you in some ways, and not having a lot of friends is one of those experiences we’ve shared.”

“Well, we’ll always have each other.” Kerry raised both of Annie’s hands and kissed each. “Always.”

“We will, my love.” She slid against him and felt comforted by Kerry holding her. “Through whatever comes our way, good or bad, and always with love in our hearts.”

He waved at his computer and the music stopped as it shut down. “Better get to sleep. We do have classes tomorrow.”

“Yes, we do.” She pulled down the front of his sleep shirt and touched the still-glowing medical monitor on his chest. “These will only be with us a few more days.”

“Yeah, well—” Kerry touched Annie’s, which was peeking over the stop of her cami. “To be honest I’m gonna miss it when it’s gone. On you it looks kinda sexy.”

“As it does with you.” Annie smiled as the memory of Kerry standing naked in ICU looking at her body came rushing back, bring forth the thought, And it also looked sexy on the other you as well, strangely enough


There you go: Kerry is back to his old self and Annie has picked up on a few changes in her soul mate that he may not notice.  We also get a bit of–shall we say “sexual confusion” from Annie, who may or may not be feeling something that’s remaining unspoken.  At least for now.  Maybe.  You never know with me.

Oh, and one other thing: though I hadn’t realized it, last week I cleared 225,000 words, which means I’m about 100,000 words short of the B Level novel and at about half the length of the A Level novel.

Trust me, all the words are there.

I knew this was going to happen, but it was just a matter of being tired last week that kept me from seeing all the stuff I’d done.  With this benchmark out of the way, how long until I hit a quarter of a million words? We’ll see.

Now that we’ve gotten to know The Other Kerry, it’s time to head out to Memory’s End and see what sort of crazy Deanna is about to unleash…

Freshie 9: Number Nine, Number Nine

Yeah, had to get that Beatles reference in that for the title, doncha know?

Last Tuesday was my freshie practice and something of a special day.  Why is it a special day?  I tell you in the intro:


Now, you’ve seen push drills before, but this one I liked because I was really moving along well the whole time.  I started getting a little back soreness at the end but it’s not that bad that I can’t finish what I do.  While I’m not quite able to keep up with the OG, I like getting the speed on here.


The 27/5 keeps coming up from me a lot and there’s reasons for that: it’s like the Golden Fleece of the Derby World: once you do it you never have to worry about it again.  Ida wanted Sam and me to skate our and while I was feeling a bit tired from the previous night’s practice, when the coach tells you to do something, you make it happen.

It was not, however, my finest hour.  I start out okay and even managed to do half-ass crossovers around the track as I skate the diamond–and I was hitting it almost perfectly.  It’s just that on Lap 3, as I go into Turn 3, I lose it big time.  From what the video shows it looks like my leg buckled because I wasn’t maintaining a good form, and I just did a baseball slide into Turn 4.  From the time I started to fall to the time I’m back on my skates is ten seconds and I figure the fall screwed by time by thirty to forty seconds.  However, my time of 6:18 was good enough for almost 22 laps, which is what I’ve skated before, so I figure without the fall I’d have made 24 laps.  Closer and closer every time.

Sam was up after me and as you can see, she has great form.  She also skated a 5:25, so when she builds up her speed a bit and gets her form right, she’s gonna beat a 27/5 like it was committing a crime.  It’s all each of us want to do.


After that skating to a back seat to rules.  Registered Curse, a ref who lives nearby and comes over to help now and then, stopped by to go over some of the rules of derby.  We first start out leaning about the pack: what makes one, what doesn’t, and how you can find your zone of engagement.  This is important because it lets you know when and where you can score and hit people.  It also lets you know why, when you go to a bout, refs are yelling, “No Pack” and “Pack is Here”.  This is why.

You’ll need to listen closely: I didn’t mic Curse and we have to deal with open spaces and background sounds.  But you can hear her.


Part Two of Registered Curse’s Rules of Derby involved going over where you can hit another place and what parts of your body you can use to hit.  She also goes over what constitutes a cut track and how to get a misconduct call made again you, which I help out with from off-camera.  We had to deal with a lot of background sounds here as the men’s roller hockey was on the track and they were being supper loud with their slap shots.


Lastly we go off-skates and Curse shows us the ins and outs of block, starting off with something I’m bad at doing–as she points out–the clockwise block.  She also shows a stop block and tells out the quickest ways of getting kicked the hell off the track, which does happen from time to time.


There you go: nine freshie practices, nine different things going on each time.  The next one, next Tuesday, is my tenth, which means I’ll have twenty weeks of freshie practice under my belt.

It won’t be long before six months done is here–

Freshie 8: Pretty Great

It’s been a week, which means it’s time to talk about the last freshie practice, which was Tuesday, 19 September, 2017.  And as you’re gonna see, we had a whole lot happening.

First off, it’s not video time without me having something to say at the start:


Now, this skate around.  About the only reason I include this here is because we had a lot of people show up last Tuesday night. This is due to old and new freshies being together for the first time since recruitment night.  So suddenly your practice goes from sparse to looking like you’re working out in the middle of a bout.


Then comes the pyramid sprints.  My partner, Sarah, and I just happened to set up where you can clearly see us while we work together.  Sarah is one of the freshest of freshies, and I’m helping keep track of laps and stuff.  I’m getting better getting up speed and keeping it, so give me a few more weeks and I should start burning up the track.


At this point we start doing backwards skating.  Let me remind everyone that four months ago I had never skated backward, so I consider it an accomplishment to be able to do this now, if only for a short time. I’m also getting to where I can skate backwards and talk to someone to give them instruction, which is a great thing.


Ida decided to run a few 27/5s that night, and Ashly was one of those picked–maybe it has something to do with Blade saying the night before she’d tell Ida to put Ashly on the track.  Jackie was picked to fill out the other side of the track, so while Ida timed Ashly, I set up behind her and timed Jackie.

Both women actually did pretty well.  I’m not sure about Ashly’s exact numbers, but Jackie managed 24 laps in just a fraction of a second over five minutes and did 27 laps in 5:38.  Take away the few stumbles they both had and 27/5s are in their sights.


The other two 27/5s were performed by the freshest of freshies, so I’m not certain of their names.  Let’s just say that the woman I’m timing on the right side of the screen did one of the ugliest skates I’ve ever witnessed, and yet she did 24 laps in 5 minutes as well.  As Ida and I told her–and you can hear it near the end of this video–when she gets her form down she’s gonna kill her 27/5.


After that we did some side-to-side work, along with people coming up and talking into the camera, because that’s what we do from time to time.


And lastly we have the Scary Monster.  I’ll just let Ida explain:


There we are: more freshies, more fun.  And more work.  We’re always working.