The Portal to Mortal by Maya Rainforest (e book reader android .txt) 📕

Today I prepared to cross over. I wore my white silk robe with my light brown tie sash. I love this garment, it used to be my Mother's and rumor has it she enticed my Father whilst wearing it. I hoped it would bring me the same luck in love as it had my Mother.

Just as I was preparing the spell to make my wings invisible, Slade Palfor caught me and demanded to know what the hell I thought I was doing. He quite forcefully grabbed my arm and raised his sword to me!

I demanded he let me go and I reminded him that there was now peace between his clan and mine, since the royal wedding of Pys and Moralie had taken place. He loosened his grip on my arm but still demanded to know my reason for being in the dark forest.


I couldn't tell him the truth....I didn't want the Palfor's to know exactly when and where I crossed over neither did I feel it were his business to know I was pusuing a human male as mate.

So I told him I had come to gather the magic moss that grows along the wall surrounding the dark forest.

I don't know if he believed my story or not but he let me go, but not before looking me up and down in the most alarming way. He looked as if he wished to devour me for breakfast.

To be honest, if I were not so smitten by the human Lord, I would consider Slade Palfor quite attractive, but of course, I would never look at another man that way, least of all a Palfor.


Finally I managed to slip away from Slade's prying eyes and I found myself a secluded spot in which to perform the wing invisibility spell and cross over to third dimensional Earth.

It was a smooth and pleasant crossing as always. I'd never had any trouble shifting between the dimensions as some of my friends had. I found myself by the lake where Lord Dayan often stopped to water his horse, this was the spot I had envisaged as I crossed. The weather was warm and sunny, as it had been last time I was here, only I was viewing from the other side before.

Now I was actually here in his dimension, I could hardly contain my excitement. I knew I only had a few hours with which to complete my objective, that of finding Lord Dayan. I slowly made my way along the banks of the river and over to the land owned by the Danane Clan. Lord Dayan's clan.

There seemed no movement by the little straw huts or by the training grounds. In fact, the Danane Clan's homestead seemed deserted. I hid behind one of the straw huts and peered around the side of the hut for a better view but I could see nothing, no-one.

It was then that I heard the sound of drums coming from the large central yurt, it seemed that all the Danane people had gathered together in there? For what reason?....only a death, birth or marriage would be an important enough reason for the humans to gather together this way, even on those occasions there would always be some clansfolk remaining in the homestead.

I crept nearer to the yurt. All that could be heard was the sound of one man talking and the occasional cry of an infant. There was a hole in the cloth of the yurt and through this I peered. The sight that greeted me filled me with absolute horror.....it couldn't be!

The priest stood at the front of the gathering and a pretty young maiden kneeled before him. She was dressed in a wedding gown and her new husband, Lord Dayan Danane, took her hand and helped her to her feet. He kissed her gently on the lips and she looked into his eyes, obviously besotted with her new mate.

I turned and ran as fast as I could back to the edge of the Danane's land. I sat by the lake and tried to gather my thoughts as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

My Lord Dayan, the man I loved, the man I had chosen as mate, had just married another. Whatever was I to do now?

I have been so upset these past few nights, I have not been able to bring myself to do anything, no chores, no meeting of the women, I couldn’t even rouse myself from my bed.
My kin are worried but I told them I was sick and they believed my lie.

Pys came over yesterday with his brother Slade whilst I was tending the goats. I had finally managed to pull myself out of my slumber, but I looked dreadful.

Pys had come to tell us all the good news, that Moralie is with child. There were rumours that this all seems rather quick after the wedding and Dyne (who you would expect to be devastated by the news) is walking round with the biggest smile on his face.

Either he has fallen for another (and I haven’t noticed him with any other female recently) or he has something to do with Moralie’s speedy conception. If she is thinking to trick Pys Palfor into raising a child sired by another then she is playing a very dangerous game! Women have been stoned to death for less before by Palfor blood.

Not that I care for the tribulations of my fellow kin right now, what care I if Moralie has a string of young sired by males other than her husband? I have lost everything since I saw my beloved Lord Dayan take another for wife.

Whilst Pys was announcing his impending fatherhood to all and sundry, his brother strode to the goat pen gate and leaned upon it, staring at me. I pretended not to notice but after a while his presence irritated me for all I wished for was solitude.

In the end I could bear it no more and challenged him as to why he was wasting time watching me tend goats while he could be helping the men build the new children’s yurt or chopping wood or some equally important chore.

“I choose to watch you,” was his infuriating reply. He might be attractive (not that I notice any male right now) but he is the most annoying Palfor of the whole bunch. I feel nothing but contempt for him and told him so.

To my surprise he laughed! Why he finds my thinking him a boorish brute with no brains, funny, I do not know, but he stayed a good while longer, just staring at me. I wished I had worn something a little more modest but it was so hot.

I had on a very thin blouse with nothing underneath, I fear it had become transparent in the heat and this is why he preferred to stare at someone feeding baby goats that do honest work. The thought brings a blush to my cheeks.

Anyhow, it did me good to look after the goats in the sun it was just what I needed. One can never underestimate the powers the sun possesses when it beams its happy love and warmth onto those who are sad. I made sure I chewed from the flaxseed plant that morning as well and this would have drawn the sun’s rays all the closer.

I have decided no more lying in my den but up early with the lark from now on. I will never be truly happy without my Lord Dayan by my side, but I can at least try to acknowledge life instead of burying my head under the furs and sobbing.

So, a new me I hope. I shall take each sunrise and sunset as they come and see what the days bring…..

Oh embarrassment of all embarrassments, shall I ever live down the shame?

All I was doing was bathing...the stream is beautiful, such cool inviting waters on such a hot day.

I know we are always told to bathe with our vests on but I needed so desperately to feel the water against my skin, against advice I removed my vest and bathed naked. I didn't think anyone would see me, least of all the boorish Slade Palfor! How was I to know he was hunting in the woods today?

I was given to believe that everyone was gathering for Moralie's fertility blessing and that I would neither be missed at the blessing, nor disturbed during bathing. Oh how wrong I was!


It wouldn't have been so mortifying had Slade seen me whilst modestly covered by the water, but to spot me as I walked out of the water towards my clothing hanging on a nearby branch, for my full naked form to be seen by him, Oh I cannot bear the embarrassment!

He did not turn his gaze away as a gentleman should but boldly looked me up and down with that awful hunter's stare of his, as if I were his prey!

How he infuriates me!

He keeps running into me lately but this is the worst meeting of all. My father, brothers and male cousins would surely challenge him to the death if I told them how he did not avert his eyes. The fact that he is now brother-in-law to Moralie and shall be uncle to her child does not matter. He should have turned away when he saw I was without a vest.

Oh the shame of it.


I shall not tell my father however, for much as I hate Slade Palfor, I am done with bloodshed, I have