The golden light went away, and Greg felt the ground under his feet. When he fell through the portal, his stomach lurched, and for a moment everything spun out of control.
He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the nausea to go away while still holding Lylia and Elwen's hands firmly. "Urgh... what is this feeling...?"
"Is everyone okay?" he managed to ask, even though his voice sounded far away to him.
"Can you define 'okay' in this kind of situation...?" Lylia said, her grip on his hand getting stronger. "Because I feel like I just got thrown through a waterfall of lightning."
"That's... pretty close to the truth," Elwen said weakly. Greg could hear her breathing slowly and carefully, as if she were trying not to throw up. "Where are we anyway?"
Greg opened his eyes and right away wished he hadn't. They were standing on a stone island that looked like it was floating and was about thirty feet across.
