Alien Portals: A SciFi Alien Multiverse Romance Novel

by Ruth Anne Scott

  Emily shrugged her hand away. “How can I see my sister for myself if I want to hear this from her?”

  Poor little Emily and her tiny, insignificant emotions! She would never know the peace of the water. She would never know togetherness with other people. The air would always seal her away from everybody else. Nothing could induce Frieda to experience that isolation again—not for anything.

  “You are always welcome to come to our territory to see her.” Fritz waved his hand over the company. “Any of you would be welcome.”

  Chris turned to Emily. “Do you want to go see her?”

  Emily shook her head. “Not now. Another time maybe.” Of course she didn’t. None of them wanted to see the Aqinas world. They would rather huddle in fear and cold on land.

  Chris took Sasha’s hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? There are other human women in our factions. You wouldn't have to be alone with the Aqinas.”

  “No one is alone among the Aqinas. Everyone knows your thoughts and feelings, and everyone loves you with a pure open love. It’s nothing like the way people live outside the water.” Sasha’s eyes already drifted back toward Fritz and the river. It was pointless to explain.

  Sasha and Fritz took their places in the line and joined hands. Chris and Emily moved away. A surge of relief washed over Frieda. Her last connection to this wretched world crumbled into nothing. She was going home. A thunderous crash smashed into her ears. The scene vanished before her eyes, and the black void closed over her head.

  Chapter 10

  Frieda stood in the middle of the meadow and scanned the landscape in all directions. The wind tussled her hair and whipped her long white robe away from her body. The fresh breeze tingled in her nostrils.

  The sky overhead shimmered a prism of every color, and the sunlight glittered over the waves in a million blinding sparks. Two enormous sea creatures, one slightly smaller than the other, crossed the sky and sent ripples through the water in their wake. The sun and wave patterns played on the stark white wall in the distance. Only a few people walked to and fro under the wall today.

  Frieda brushed her hand over the tips of the grass. The longer stems poked up under her robe and tickled her legs. She turned her back on the wall and gazed toward the corner of the forest leading to the village. Just then, Deek came around the corner and strode toward her. “I thought I’d find you out here. What are you doing out here all by yourself?”

  “Actually,” she replied, “I went to see my old house.”

  He cocked his head to one side. “And how is it?”

  “It isn’t there anymore,” she told him.

  He studied her. “Does that surprise you?”

  “Not really,” she replied. “I haven’t been back to it in months, and I would never want to live there again. I suppose it only makes sense it would cease to exist, now that it’s not part of my life anymore.”

  He nodded and waited for her to say something else.

  “But my plants are still there,” she went on. “That’s one good thing.”

  His eyes flew open. “Your plants?”

  “The ones I tended when I first lived there,” she explained. “The ones I had growing in my window box. When I moved to the village, I planted them out in the ground under the trees, and they’re still there.”

  “Congratulations,” he explained. “You have a green thumb.”

  “Not really,” she replied. “They were the same species as some others growing in that part of the forest. They would naturally do well growing on their own, and as you say, I didn’t really do anything to them. It was more the idea of doing something with them that got me interested.”

  He took her hand. “I’m glad it did.” They started walking toward the village. “Are you okay?”

  Her head whipped around. “Why do you ask?”

  “I wondered,” he replied, “after you saw your sister again at the convocation last night.”

  “Why should I not be okay about that?” she asked. “I’ve seen her dozens of times.”

  “I know,” he replied, “and every time you see her, you get very quiet for a day or two afterwards. You don’t regret your decision to stay here, do you?”

  “Not at all,” she exclaimed. “I guess that’s why I get quiet. I keep thinking how much more I love her now that I’m here. I couldn’t love her like this if I was on land.”

  “How does that work?” he asked.

  “I don’t think I ever knew what love was before I came here,” she replied. “The water makes loving others so easy and natural. Out there, on land and in the air, love is a constant battle. You have to fight every minute to love the smallest thing, like a plant or an animal. With people, it’s much more difficult to the point of impossible. I wouldn’t want to try it again. I’ll stay here.”

  “You saw at the convocation,” he went on, “the factions are moving more and more toward peace. Emily and her mate Faruk are working with Donen to ratify peace agreements with the Lycaon as well as the Felsite. We’ll have to travel to the land more now.”

  “An agreement between the Ursidreans and the Lycaon and the Felsite is a long way toward planetary peace,” she pointed out. “The Avitras still hate the Ursidreans with a passion. They won’t make peace any time soon, and all those factions still hate the Aqinas. We’ve got a long way to go before we’re needed on land again.”

  “You know what I mean,” Deek replied. “The Aqinas won’t be able to hide in the ocean forever. Now that your sister knows you’re alive, you’ll probably have to see her again some time.”

  Frieda shook her head. “I’ll leave the peace negotiations to you and Fritz. I’m happy here. I don’t want to go back to the land, not even for an instant.” She shivered. “I can’t forget that terrible air.”

  He chuckled. “It is pretty nice here.”

  “I don’t know how you can stand to go up there,” Frieda remarked.

  “We only go if we have to,” he replied. “We’ve saved many thousands of Angondran lives by negotiating peace between the factions before. If we can do it again, we will.”

  “Then you should be expert at it,” she returned. “You don’t need me tagging along.”

  He shook his head. “You were right about one thing, though. A human woman like you could get a lot further with them than we ever could.”

  She gasped. “What are you talking about? Why would they listen to me?”

  “Didn’t you see the way those women listened to Sasha when she tried to explain about the Aqinas world?” he asked. “They were fascinated.”

  “They were clueless,” she shot back. “They couldn’t understand a word she said.”

  “No, but they wanted to,” he replied. “They want to know what it’s like down here, and they want to understand the Aqinas. When the day comes for us to join the rest of the factions in planetary peace, you and Sasha will have better success convincing them to accept us than any other Aqinas could. You can explain to your sisters and your friends what it’s like here, and why we are the way we are, and why we have the convocation, and everything else. The factions won’t trust us or listen to us, but you human women trust and listen to each other. You could negotiate on our behalf.”

  “If the day ever comes,” she countered.

  “It will,” he replied. “Be certain of that.”

  “I won’t hold my breath,” she told him. “But if the day comes, I’ll do my best to help the Aqinas, and I know Sasha will, too. I never wanted anything but for the others to understand the Aqinas, and to understand why I’ve chosen to make this world my home.”

  “We are part of Angondra, just like the other factions,” he explained. “No peace on this planet can be complete without us.”

  “That is true,” she replied. “You are one people.”

  He stopped walking and took her in his arms. He kissed her, and his hands trailed down her back.

  She pulled away
first. “I have to get back to the village.”

  He followed her, but he dragged his feet. “You weren’t in any hurry to get back when I found you just now.”

  She laughed. “I’m meeting Trin. We’re going to visit Hen and her new baby.”

  “When are you going to stop visiting babies?” he grumbled.

  “Never,” she replied. “I want to see as many of them as I can.”

  “But kids and babies are everywhere,” he complained. “Why do you keep having to run off and visit them.”

  “I’ve seen so few of them since I came,” she replied. “Now that I’m seeing them, I have to really see them.”

  “So see them,” he returned. “Do you have to run off everywhere else to see them?”

  She drew close to him. “Don’t worry. I’ll always have enough time for you, and now that I’m seeing children, it’s only a matter of time before we have some of our own.”

  A light twinkled in his eyes. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

  She took his hand, and they passed around the corner into the village. Five boys barrelled down the path and stampeded past them. They shouted and waved sticks at each other, but they took no notice of Deek and Frieda.

  Deek jerked his head at them. “Is this what you want?”

  She slipped her arm around his waist. “No. We should have girls.”

  THE END

  Book 6 – The Alien’s Bliss

  Chapter 1

  Aimee Sandoval stuck her head through the door and called. “Are you ready to go, Marissa?”

  Marissa stood up from her place by the fire. “I’m ready. You don’t have to shout.”

  Aimee looked her up and down. “I didn’t know you were here.”

  “You could see me if you looked around,” Marissa pointed.

  Aimee’s head whipped around. “What’s the matter?”

  Marissa walked away into the Lycaon village. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

  Aimee fell in at her side. At the edge of the village, Aimee crouched to bound forward, but Marissa laid a hand on her arm to stop her. “I don’t feel like running. Let’s just walk.”

  Aimee’s mouth fell open. “What? It’s ten miles up into the mountains.” She pointed to the summit towering over them. “It will take all day to walk up there.”

  “Half the day, maybe,” Marissa replied. “Anyway, I don’t feel like running. Let’s take our time. Besides, we won’t be able to talk if we’re running.”

  Aimee blinked at her. Then she shrugged. “Okay. I thought you would want to run to get there faster, but I guess we can walk.”

  They set off through the trees at an easy pace. “Are you in a hurry? Do you have to get back soon to join the warriors?”

  “I don’t have to get back,” Aimee replied. “I’m on leave for the next three days.”

  Marissa eyed her. “How did you manage to take three day’s leave? The warriors needed every hand right now.”

  “They’ll be all right without me for a few days,” Aimee replied. “I wanted to take time for this visit without rushing back.”

  Marissa threw back her shoulders. “Good for you. This visit means a lot to me, too.”

  The leaves around them showed their bright colors with the changing seasons and fluttered in a brisk breeze. Cold weather would settle in soon. “Have you heard from Chris since she moved back up the mountain?”

  Marissa shook her head. “She hasn’t been down, but Turk came to visit Caleb. I wasn’t there. He had something to report from the border. I didn’t ask what it was.”

  “It’s nothing we haven’t talked about already,” Aimee told her. “All the factions are cutting their border patrols. The Ursidreans have almost no one on the border anymore—certainly no armed patrols. Only the Avitras keep a full complement of Guards on the border, and I don’t see how they can keep that up for much longer.”

  “That explains why the warriors don’t need you right now,” Marissa replied. “Soon they won’t need you at all. What would you do with yourself then?”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” Aimee ran her fingers through her short auburn hair to comb it out of her eyes. “I only joined because they needed me. I’m sure I’ll find something to do.”

  Marissa shot her a sidelong glance. “Your hair is growing back.”

  Aimee blushed. “I meant to cut it again before we went up the mountain, but I let it slip.”

  “It looks nice this way,” Marissa told her. “You looked so severe with it shaved.”

  Aimee smiled. “Emily sure was surprised when she saw me.”

  “Is that why you did it?” Marissa asked. “To shock your relatives?”

  “I did it to keep it out of my way when I went on patrol,” Aimee replied. “It’s so much more convenient that way.”

  “You looked nicer the way you were before,” Marissa told her. “When you first came, you had your hair down to your waist. You were softer around your face, too. Now.....”

  Aimee studied her. “And now?”

  Marissa turned away and shook her head.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” Aimee went on. “I was fat and soft then. Now I’m hard and lean and dangerous. I discovered a different part of myself when I joined the warriors. I learned to run and fight and hunt with them. I don’t think I’ll ever go back to the way I was before.”

  “What if you find a mate and have children?” Marissa asked. “What will you do then?”

  “Why can’t I have a mate and children the way I am now?” Aimee returned. “I’m still me, whether or not I have hair on my head. I’m just a different version of myself. I can still love. My heart hasn’t changed. Besides....”

  “Besides,” Marissa interrupted, “you might find a mate on the warriors.”

  Aimee didn’t take up the joke. “Is that why you think I joined the warriors—to find a man?”

  Marissa dropped her eyes. “No one is saying that.”

  “But you’re thinking it, aren’t you?” Aimee asked.

  “No one thinks it, either.” Marissa replied. “Everybody knows you joined the warriors to help our faction, and we all appreciate it.”

  Aimee followed her gaze into the dense foliage. “Right. Everybody thinks I shaved my head and joined the warriors to avoid finding a mate, but that’s not the reason, either. I wasn’t happy with myself. I was useless. I couldn’t run. I was so weak and out of shape I couldn’t even haul firewood. I couldn’t stand myself.”

  “You’ve been happy with the warriors,” Marissa replied. “Everyone can see that. You’re different, but you have a strange fire burning in you now that wasn’t there before. Everybody can see you’ve found your place.”

  Aimee beamed at her. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

  Marissa stretched. “Now let’s talk about something else. Let’s talk about Chris.”

  “I’m sure she’s happy now, too, since she moved back up to her beloved mountain,” Aimee replied. “I’m surprised she stayed in the village as long as she did. You could see she wasn’t happy there.”

  Marissa laughed. “Ever since the twins started running, she couldn’t keep her eyes off that mountain. She never belonged in the village at all.”

  “Is Turk happy up there, too?” Aimee asked. “I can never tell if he’s happy to be back in the village with his family or if he’s itching to get out on the trail again.”

  “He’s just like Chris,” Marissa replied. “He loves his family and the village community, but his heart is on the mountain. I understand why those two spent almost a year out there before they came down to have the twins.”

  The sun broke over the mountain rim, and a fan of sunbeams shot through the trees. The leaves glowed golden, and steam rose from the damp earth. Marissa lifted her face to the light.

  Aimee peered at her. “Are you sure you don’t want to run?”

  Marissa turned red. “I can’t.”

 
Aimee’s eyes popped open. “Why not?”

  “I’m pregnant,” Marissa told her.

  “That’s wonderful!” Aimee paused. “That doesn’t mean you can’t run. Chris ran when she was pregnant, and I know some others who have done it, too.”

  Marissa shook her head. “It isn’t that. I just don’t have the energy for it. I’m tired all the time, and I feel like I’m going to pass out every time I exert myself.”

  Aimee sighed. “All right. I understand now. We’ll take it slow.”

  Marissa hooked her arm through Aimee’s elbow. “Thanks.”

  Chapter 2

  A little hut perched among the high cliffs with the wind howling through the branches of its roof. Two twisted trees clung to the rocks with gnarled roots, and their tortured trunks formed the tiny structure’s twin backbones. Bundles of thatch tied onto their branches kept out the wind and rain.

  Aimee and Marissa found Chris Sebastiani standing in the doorway. She shouted toward the shadows where the forest undergrowth swayed in the wind. “And don’t go too near the cliffs. And be home by dark. Your father will be back tonight.”

  Aimee glanced toward the forest. “Was that the twins?”

  Chris nodded. “They disappear at dawn and don’t come back until after dark most days. I hardly see them anymore.”

  “They must be growing up fast,” Aimee remarked.

  “I was hoping to see them,” Marissa told her. “I haven’t seen them since you moved up here.”

  “None of us have.” Chris waved toward the door. “Come inside and sit down. What took you so long to get here? It isn’t that far to run.”

  Aimee and Marissa exchanged glances. “We didn’t run. We walked.”

  Chris’s head whipped around. “What for?”

  Marissa hesitated, but Aimee replied, “Marissa didn’t feel like rushing. The woods are so beautiful at this time of year.”

  Chris went back to her work. Aimee and Marissa sat down in two chairs opposite the little fireplace in the back wall of the house. “How have you been, Chris? I can see the mountain air agrees with you.”