The feeling of their minds syncing with one another was like a vortex-like suction that segued into a seemingly never-ending descent into darkness. Aurora screamed frantically, unable to control the endless fall into what felt like an abyss of shrouded black.
“Mother, what-” Aurora started to say when she realized that her mother was nowhere to be found. “Mother?!” She yelled. “Mo-” Aurora started to yell for Abigail again but thought better of it. She was free-falling into nothing and needed to slow her descent before she hit the ground and hard.
Whilst in the air, she attempted to shift her body, wriggling and swinging her arms over in order to flip face down. She’d rather see when, if ever, and where she was falling than not know at all.
When something resembling the ground finally
