Alien Romance: The Alien's Wonderland: A Sci-fi Alien Warrior Invasion Abduction Romance
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The Alien’s Wonderland
TALES FROM ANGONDRA
Book # 5
By: Ruth Anne Scott
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Book 2 – Crashed on Alien Planet
Frieda Evans ran her hand through the tall waving grasses and wildflowers of a sun-drenched meadow. The summer wind blew her short dark curls back from her face and filled her with bliss. The pungent smell of sun-baked earth and grass imbued her with comfort and contentment.
Sunlight flashed across her eyelids from above, and she raised her face to the sky. That sky wasn’t blue, but an iridescent kaleidoscope of shimmering color and prismatic sparks. Every now and then, a dark shape wiggled across it, or a tear-drop shaped shadow interrupted the light.
Across the meadow, a high wall of white stone cut off the view beyond the grass. Groups of people milled around its base, but Frieda couldn’t make them out at that distance. Behind her, the meadow ended at the edge of a dark forest, but the tree trunks slithered back and forth in the wind with slow waving movements.
Someone broke away from the crowd by the wall and a woman with long black hair hanging down her back walked toward her. She didn’t stand as high as Frieda’s chin, but she smiled in such a kind way that Frieda couldn’t help smiling back. The woman wore a plain white dress that trailed the grass. She stopped in front of Frieda. “What is this place?”
“You’re in the deep ocean,” the woman replied.
Frieda stared at her. Then she looked around her again. “How can I be?”
“You’re with the Aqinas,” the woman replied.
Frieda blinked. “The Aqinas? But you....you’re human.”
“Yes, I’m human,” the woman replied. “But all the Aqinas look like this. Anyway, I’m Aqinas, too.”
Frieda couldn’t clear her thoughts. “Who....who are you?”
“My name is Sasha. Sasha Marquez,” the woman told her, “not that it matters much. I’m human just like you, but I’ve made this my home and the Aqinas my people.”
“But I’m not with the Aqinas.” Frieda glanced over her shoulder. “I was just.....”
Sasha waited for her to continue.
Frieda rubbed her forehead. “It’s so hard to remember what happened before....this.”
Sasha waited another moment. Then she sighed. “I’ll help you out. You were with the Avitras.”
Frieda frowned. “I was.”
Sasha pursed her lips. “The Romarie abducted you from Earth, along with a couple hundred other women. They were going to sell you in the slave markets, but they crashed here. You were rescued by the Lycaon.”
Frieda couldn’t take her eyes off the woman.
“You’re on the planet Angondra,” Sasha went on. “The Lycaon faction rescued the women from the crash and took them to their village, but quite a few of them travelled to the other factions to find homes and mates for themselves.”
A light came on in Frieda’s mind. “I remember now! I went to the Avitras faction with my sister Anna. We were visiting somebody, and I fell off the balcony, but I don’t remember anything else.”
“You fell into the stream,” Sasha told her. “Actually it was more of a rivulet, but the water transmitted your signal to the Aqinas, and they brought you here, to their world.”
Frieda narrowed her eyes. “How do you know so much about me?”
“The water forms a link between everyone here,” Sasha told her. “We all know everything about each other. Everyone here knows about you, but the truth is, I know about the Romarie ship crashing because I was on it.”
Frieda’s mouth fell open. “You were?”
Sasha nodded. “I never went to the Lycaon like you did, though. One of the Romarie survived the crash long enough to attack me and try to kill me. When the Lycaon showed up, they thought I was dead and left me at the crash site along with all the others who died.”
“So how did you wind up here?” Frieda asked.
“It rained the night of the crash,” Sasha told her. “I don’t know exactly how it happened, but the rain transmitted my signal to the Aqinas the same way it did yours, and they rescued me.”
“But Anna,” Frieda protested, “she won’t know what happened to me. She might think I’m dead.”
“You can go find her later if you want to,” Sasha replied. “You’re not a prisoner here anymore than you were with any of the other factions.”
Frieda gazed across the meadow at the people walking back and forth below the wall. “Who are they? Who are the Aqinas?”
“They’re people just like you and me,” Sasha replied. “You don’t have to fear them. They’re the most peaceful, gentle people on Angondra, and they have the same code of honor and hospitality the other factions do. They welcome newcomers as their own. I’m proof of that.”
“But look at this place.” Frieda waved her arm at the meadow. “We’re breathing air. We’re standing on dry land.”
“A black algae surrounds our bodies and transmits oxygen into our blood so we can breathe underwater,” Sasha told her. “And this meadow is part of the collective memory of all the Aqinas. We’re creating it with our minds to give us a frame of reference we can live in underwater.”
“How is that possible?” Frieda whispered.
“What you see is a remnant of your memories of Earth,” Sasha told her. “I really don’t know what you’re seeing and experiencing, but the water makes a composite of your fantasies and memories and combines them into one single reality. It makes them real for you. It also gives all the people here a human appearance so you can relate to them.”
Frieda’s eyes widened. “So the Aqinas don’t really look human? Is it all a fantasy?”
“They have two arms and two legs and two eyes, just like humans,” Sasha replied. “But they have some other features unique to them. They have a webbing of skin between their fingers and toes, and the algae forms a film over their skin to form a seal with their cells, but you can’t see any of that down here. They look like real people, and they are.”
Frieda looked around again. “I just can’t believe we’re in the middle of the ocean. This place is so....so Earth like.”
Sasha pointed up at the sky. “Do you see that? That’s the upper surface of the ocean. Those shapes are the big sea creatures swimming around above us. That one is like a giant eel, and that one is like a whale. And those trees over there—do they look like any trees you’ve ever seen before? Of course not, they’re giant seaweed. Look at the way they sway with the current. You’re underwater, but that won’t stop you from enjoying the place and making it your home.”
Frieda shook her head in wonder. “I never thought people could live like this. It doesn’t seem real.”
“It’s real, all right,” Sasha replied. “It’s just as real as the lives the other factions live on land. The Felsite have their cities on the plains, and the Ursidreans have their giant cave cities deep in the mountains. The Lycaon live in their nomadic hut villages in the woods, and the Avitras live in trees in the high forest canopy. We live here, and we have much less strife and unrest than the other factions. They’re always warring and killing each other. We stay away from all that.”
“I’d like to meet some of the others.” Frieda set off walking toward the wall.
Sasha walked at her side. “You can walk that way, but you can’t meet people by walking there. You have to wait for them to come to you.”
“Why?” Frieda asked.
“You can walk that way all day,” Sasha told her, “but you’ll never reach that wall. It’s a construct of your mind, and so are the people there. If you want to meet someone, you have to stay where you are. The water will transmit your desire and bring them to you.”
Frieda frowned at her, but she kept walking. Sasha’s words made no sense to her. She walked a long way, but the wall continually hovered just out of reach. The people near it never got bigger or appeared clearer. “I don’t understand this.”
Sasha stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Take a look around you. You’re still in the center of the meadow.”
Frieda looked around and frowned.
“You’ll always be in the center of this meadow,” Sasha went on. “It’s the center of your own mind. The water keeps you here all the time and you can never leave it. If you want to talk to someone, you have to transmit your desire to talk to them through the water, and they will come to you. Here, I’ll show you.”
Sasha turned to the wall, and in an instant, another figure separated from the group and walked through the grass toward them. He was a young man, taller than Frieda, with black hair twisted in ropes down his back. Frieda had to admit he was perfectly formed, even stunningly handsome. He smiled at Sasha and bowed to Frieda. “Welcome to our world. I hope you will find yourself at home here.”
“This is Fritz,” Sasha told her. “He’s my mate, and he’s leader of this faction. He’s what the other factions call the Alpha.”
Fritz half-closed his eyes. “I’m not really the leader. We have a more egalitarian social structure than the other factions, but someone has to represent us to the other factions, so I have the job.”
“It’s a very beautiful world you have here,” Frieda remarked.
Fritz bowed again. “We think so, too. It is designed to give each of us everything we need and desire with a minimum of friction. It’s too bad we can’t convince the other factions to come and live here. Then there would be no more war on Angondra.”
Frieda snorted. “That’s not likely to happen.”
Fritz smiled. “No, it isn’t.”
At exactly the moment when Frieda started to wish he would leave so she could talk to Sasha alone again, Fritz bowed to her again and walked away, back toward the wall.
“You see?” Sasha told her. “They’re exactly like us.”
“How can you be sure anybody is who they say they are?” Frieda asked. “If your mind makes everyone the way you want them to be, they could be anything in the world and you would never know. The Avitras and the Lycaon say the Aqinas can’t be trusted. They say the Aqinas fomented wars between the other factions to take advantage of them and then negotiated peace agreements to further their own interests. How can you be sure that’s not true?”
“I’m not sure it isn’t true,” Sasha replied. “I can’t say what the previous leaders of the Aqinas did or didn’t do, but like I said, the water keeps nothing hidden from any of us. You’ll see when you start meeting other Aqinas. You’ll see for yourself whether you can trust them or not, and you’ll understand that Fritz and the other Aqinas want only peace for all Angondra. That’s all any of us wants.”
Frieda shut her eyes tight, but the swirling mass of conflicting images threatened to overwhelm her even then. “I don’t think I can handle all this.”
Sasha took her by the arm. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
Frieda let Sasha lead her back across the meadow the way she came, but she didn’t bother to look around her. What was the point, if all her surroundings were just a pop-up of her own thoughts? What was the point of talking to people if the water made them exactly the way she wanted them to be?
She wasn’t watching where Sasha led her until shadows darkened out the light from above. When she looked around, she noticed the forest looming overhead. The undulating trees—or whatever they were—blocked out the light.
Frieda hesitated, but Sasha pulled her forward. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s perfectly safe.”
Frieda followed her into the shadows, and a moment later she stopped in a little clearing between the towering seaweed trunks. A perfectly round little house sat between the trees with strange colored plants surrounding the front door. A ray of sunlight shone down through the dense forest and lit up the domed roof covered in moss.
Sasha pushed the door open. “Come on in. This is my house.”
Frieda hesitated on the doorstep and squinted into the house. It was one small room with a shelf on one side made up into a bed, and a table and two chairs on the other side. When she saw no danger, Frieda stepped into the room. Light flooded down into the room from somewhere overhead, even though the roof was solid with no windows or openings.
