Seventy two

Themis Pov

I was tired of falling. I have been falling for what felt like hours now because since Kastav sent us into the portal he created, I have not been able to stop falling. My only consolation is that Orel and my son has been on the same length as me, no one of us ever leaving the same length so we could keep each other in the same eyesight. That should have been the first marker for me but I had ignored it. We stopped shouting when the fall did not stop and even started conversing and that was when something different happened. 

“I wish this would just end soon.” Orel grated. 

“It should have ended because we are not of the same weight and yet we are still falling at the level of falling.” I voiced

“My wife must be tired of viewing my face since she wants me to fall faster.” Orel replied wryly. 

“No, that is not it.