The Chronicles of Oranthe: Magyck Lost

Chapter 2: A Rough Landing

The two of us tumbled down (up? across?) the vortex. Bianca — immovable, unshakable Bianca — screamed herself hoarse behind (in front of? beside?) me. I was too distracted by the sensations I was experiencing to do more than spare a thought for her concern. I sure couldn’t scream like her. Hell, I couldn’t even figure out how she was managing to scream…