The Mind Traveler Series: Book One, The Highlanders

Chapter Three

I told her everything and surprisingly it didn't take long for me to explain. The people in this universe seem to have Transporting as common knowledge. At least I know that if anyone finds out they won't think I'm crazy.

Unfortunately for me for the last thirty minutes Cissa has decided to run a hole in the rug. When she has stopped she bits her nails because of her nerves. That seems to be a family trait for I myself do it too.

"Will you stop that".

"This isn't just any normal Transporting experience".

This makes my heart skip a  beat and my blood cold.

Not normal?

I take it back, maybe they will burn me at the stake or hang me. Better yet maybe a beheading would be best.

Cissa hand hits me over the head, "Ye willna be killed ya we idiot".  I opened my mouth to speak but she quickly put up her hand in silence. "Yer friend Sarah didn't explain Transporting very well" I stand up for Sarah by saying we didn't have much time for it to be explained.

Cissa goes over to her bookcase and pulls out a thick leather book. "Mam and Da kept this book in our family for generations" the weight from the book makes me almost drop it.

"Why are you treating me as if I'm your sister" guilt sparks through me like a wave.

"You are, you've always been my sister here" She takes me over and out her room to the corridors. Cissia and I go to my part of the wing that we share which I had no clue of before.

Cissa opens the door to my bedchambers.

"Just read the book".

The door creaks and locks behind Cissa. I try to drown out the sounds outside my room and the guards outside keep me safe. I end up spending the next five hours reading the book. Combine that with the fire and the warm velvet sheets around me, my eyes drop close.

"Ma'am, wake up" I hear a voice in the blackness call out. "Ma'am, you have to get ready for the vote" I'm aware enough to try and shush the annoying voice away. Then out of nowhere I feel the cold morning air and the absence of my sheets and blankets. "Go away mother" I back what was taken from me to bring back the heat.

"Kathrine Ann Davina Sherrell Mcavoy!".

My heart beats faster than it's ever been and I'm fully awake now but she doesn't let up. "I am not your mother" the maid guides me out of bed. "May the gods bless the Chieftesss soul" she replaced my clothes with a blue tunic with a kilt of Clan Mcavoy.

In my world the kilt is a garment worn mostly by men and was traditionally men's clothing. In this world it seems men or women of authority can wear it depending on their need. When I first got here I thought that it was strictly 18th century clothes and thinking. If it weren't for the voting of the next leader of our clan then most would be wearing a shirt and pants. I completely forgot that this world isn’t exactly the same as my original reality. In some ways it feels as if I'm in the past and not an alternative universe.

A bang and crash is heard from the other corridor and not only has the other side fallen but there is fire. Many of the clans members run to put out the fire and others go into the rubble. My mind catches up and my feet start running towards the injured. You can hear the moaning which is all more somber with the smoke and ash around us. Groaning sounds come from my right and a hand grabs my wrists.

Father!!

I try to quickly remove the stone from my father for the heavier the object the worse it is to the body. The stone is so heavy it’s almost impossible to remove them quick enough to do any good.