The Fairy Portal

By Nancy Visco

Visiting friends in Australia, Deannie takes a morning walk in the nearby forest. The day is beautiful, and she is excited to go exploring in this inspiring country. She does not know that her life will take a radical turn. Stumbling into the entrance of another dimension, her journey begins. Her guide, a tiny fairy named Sunshine, surprises her and welcomes her to the land of the fairy dimension. Hearing a familiar melody, Sunshine leads her to the Angel Cave, which shows her through music a memory she had long forgotten and how music is remembered and stored. After finishing a delicious snack at the Tree Lounge with curious, odd characters, she is led to the Written Word, a room full of mysterious blue reading domes of all sizes. Inside one that fits her best, Deannie is astounded by a unique experience of her favorite novel. Having other duties, Sunshine turns her over to another companion. Eve, a Christmas fairy, leads her down the wrong path where they encounter the forbidden Dark Fairy. Pulling Deannie from the Dark Fairy's trap of sorrow, Eve flees with her to a safe area, the Herb Room. After discovering some of its secrets, Eve reveals the Dark Fairy's sad tale and begs Deannie not to tell Sunshine what happened. Unfortunately for Eve, Sunshine already knows. Sunshine takes Deannie down a cool rock tunnel to the Crystal Grid, an underground miniature universe containing amazements and legends about each planet. Leaving through one of the distinctive twelve exits, the Twig Fairies join her to show her the wonders of the forest. Deannie feels honored to learn she is invited to the Council of the Elementals held only every seven years. The Twig Fairies then introduce her to the Madame of This Forest, not That Forest or the Other Forest, "This" Forest-Deannie is instructed quite emphatically. Rolle Polely Playmate has even more marvels for her in the Viewing Chamber where Hope fairies fly amuck. Wherever she visits, Deannie learns about nature, fairies, devas, sprites, the elementals, and how they interreact with our dimension, Earth. The necessity, reflection, and magic of their world are imperative to ours. Even when Deannie returns home, she cannot shake the effects of the fairy dimension. She receives a gift belonging to the Dark Fairy from an unexpected source that compels her to continue to seek out the fairies and their fair demesne. Because now what will she do with this treasure? Come, follow Deannie's adventures and join her as she goes through the fairy portal. Maybe someday, if you're lucky, you will have the same opportunity. Will you know what to do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644715796

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Chapter 1: The New Path

Chapter 2: The Pod

Chapter 3: The Angel Cave

Chapter 4: The Tree Stop

Chapter 5: The Written Word

Chapter 6: The Dark Fairy

Chapter 7: The Herb Room

Chapter 8: The Crystal Grid

Chapter 9: Council of the Elementals

Chapter 10: The Garden Madame of This Forest

Chapter 11: The Viewing Chamber

Chapter 12: The Return Home

About the Author

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The Fairy Portal

Nancy Visco

ISBN 978-1-64471-578-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64471-579-6 (Digital)

Copyright © 2019 Nancy Visco

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Chapter 1

The New Path

Rats! Ouch! I exclaim as I stub my toe. Shoot, that hurt! I say aloud as I grimace again. This is some sidewalk! My husband and I are visiting friends in Australia, and I am walking on a brick path down to the ocean. Today is gorgeous, and I am anxious to be out and about.

Looking down, I realize I had kicked a small post. An odd place for it, I think. Perhaps it is a marker. What in the world? Kneeling to examine it, an arrow points to the left and says, New Path. Glancing off to the left; however, I do not see anything unusual or unique and definitely not at all new.

I look down the main path. The city did a wonderful job on the walkway made of old bricks and spacious enough for three or four people to walk abreast. Flush with vegetation, it winds its way to the ocean. This is the third day I walk it, and I wish I had this lovely trail at home in Southern California.

Back to the left, I peer, remembering the tiny sign. Hmmm, it does appear like a trail, not well marked, but a trail nonetheless. Let's explore a new path today! I exclaim out loud. Off I go.

Even overgrown, it is easy to follow. The sun flickers in and out as a gentle breeze stirs the tall Eucalyptus trees. Taking a deep breath, I can smell the fresh air and a beautiful scent of some flowers. Almost like jasmine, it is quite potent. Well, I state aloud, I will follow my nose!

In about fifteen minutes, I come to a clearing. This is refreshing! A tiny waterfall bubbles as water flows smoothly along a small stream, meandering its way to the ocean. On the other side of the brook is a bulky stub of a tree cut down some time ago. Sat on by many, I am sure.

Gingerly, I step on the stones and make my way across to the other bank. I step on the lush green floor of grass. Abruptly, a wave of energy blasts over me and forces me down. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, I gather my composure and sit up. What was that? Looking around me, everything is normal. I am not hurt. The sunshine peeks through the trees, a gust blows, and the stream continues to bubble and gurgle. Possibly, it was just my imagination as nothing has changed.

Remembering the stump, I get up. Let's take a load off, I say to myself and sit down. As I close my eyes, I listen to the sound of the woods—birds chirping, the rustling of the wind through the leaves of the trees, and the ripple of the small creek at my feet.

For some odd reason, I start to think of fairies. Always fascinated with the legends and tales of them, I would love to see them now! Imagining them flying around me, sitting in the trees doing whatever they do, I wonder what type of lodging or home in which they live. More than that, what do they do all day? I do trust they exist, but where are they? Where are you, little fairies? Irritated, I ask out loud. You know I believe, so where are you! No one answers.

With eyes still shut, I take a deep breath. I feel the wind blow gently on my left cheek. No, wait, it is not the wind. Is it a feather, a leaf, a fly? Raising my hand to my check to brush it off, I open my eyes.

My eyes widen and widen. If they open anymore, I am sure they will pop out of my head!

Well, Miss Deana, here I am. What do you want? speaks a matter-of-fact voice.

Right in front at eye level about two feet away is a fairy. At least I assume it is a fairy, as I have never seen one. So who knows? She (I guess it is a she because of the blondish hair piled on her head with a few wisps of curls lining her face) is about six to seven inches tall. It is challenging to gage in my shock. Her body is slim; legs and arms are longer in relationship to her tiny frame. Reminding me of a daisy, her bright flowing skirt fits tight at the waist, and there are several layers of buttery soft long petals to her knees. Brownish-yellow boots are on her feet. Atop her head amongst the abundance of curls are purple, white, and yellow flowers.

With a childlike face, she is extremely beautiful but hard to describe. The face is more pixie like; narrow with a short turned-up nose; high cheekbones; and the eyes, turned up a little, are blue green. One eyebrow is crooked, and a sly grin is on her face. The ears are not sharp pointed as seen in pictures but have definite extended round peaks and larger than our ears.

What is outstanding and unforgettable are her wings. Oh, my goodness! How do I give them justice? They are all shades of purple and lavender with yellow shimmering around the edges. They glisten and sparkle as they appear to be alive on their own. Large and extending upward as tall as her body, they are breathless! A velvety glow spreads around her entire body. Soft pale yellow and white shimmers fade in and out, and the light seems to come from her. I cannot move. I blink and flutter my eyes, but there she floats, wings flapping keeping her a flight.

Well, she pronounces, cocking her head sideways, you best start to breathe, or you will faint dead away! Breathe!

I forget that I am holding my breath. I take three long, slow deep breaths to center myself, expecting at any minute for her to disappear.

I won't go until you ask, she mutters.

Can you read my thoughts? I ask, shocked.

She talks! she exclaims with a coy expression on her face. I hear a giggle, or least, I think it is a giggle and freeze.

Are there more of you? I inquire. I dare not move to see.

Of course, silly. You think the Creator only made one of us?

How many are you? I ask.

How many stars are in the sky? she answers my question with a question. She laughs and flies around my head.

Well. I hesitate, not quite sure how to respond. Quickly, a face pops up above her head between her wings. As I get a glimpse, it disappears again. This one appears to be shy.

Come on out, Eve. Ms. Deannie wants to meet you, commands the Yellow Fairy.

Out she comes slowly. Wearing a festive Christmas red-and-green outfit; tiny red poinsettias surround her neck. Her shiny auburn hair is adorned with a crown of mistletoe. With nose turned up and small red lips, dark sparkling green eyes return my gaze. She is adorable! The red blouse sparkles and flows with tiny green lights; the sleeves are puffed from the shoulder to the elbow and ruffled to her wrists. Light long green glimmering leaves flow easily from her waist in various shades. Underneath, she wears dark-green pants, gathered at the ankles. The cuffs decorated with gold and red almost cover her shoes with buckles, bows and bells on her tiny feet.

Once again, most striking are her wings. They are layered shades of green but transparent. I can see right through them as they sparkle and flutter in the air. Around her, a faint light of delicious red, soft green, and brilliant white shimmers.

Are you a Christmas fairy? I ask.

Of course, she is! What else would she be in that outfit? The Yellow Fairy laughs, fluttering around Eve.

Eve flies up close, blushes, smiles at me shyly, and warmly touches my cheek. Oh! She touched me, not the wind or feather!

Say hello, Eve. Be polite, suggests the Yellow Fairy.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Deannie. The voice has a delightful ring of Christmas bells.

Hello, I reply. How are you? I utter out of habit. Immediately, I feel silly. What kind of questions is that to ask a fairy?

Just fine, thank you, she replies with sparkles in her eyes, no longer shy. Merry Christmas! Shaking her feet, she rings the little silver bells on her shoes.

I burst out laughing. Merry Christmas to you too!

What about me? I hear a voice demand.

In a flash, another Christmas fairy bursts into my vision. It appears to be a male, or so I assume. Do fairies have genders? Once again, the red-and-green theme is portrayed. A vest of dark-green fits snug on his tiny chest. Sleeves, also puffed, from the shoulder to elbow are